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Although many of the moves of the Goddess are fake, she still understands Feng Shui, otherwise she would not be able to make a living. Besides, this statement is not what she wants to say, she is just talking and doing things according to the instructions.
"Master Xiangguo and Mrs. Xiangguo must remember this, remember it, otherwise it can be said that all the previous efforts have been wasted." The goddess slowly retracted her fingers and prepared for the Taoist method to be done later.
Li Xiang nodded slowly, and then said: "I understand, Madam, we will not stay at Lingyun Garden tonight."
"It's Master, our son is finally saved, thank God." Bo Rou held Li Xiaofeng's hand and said, she also heard what she just said. As long as the evil ghost in Bo Cixin's body is sent away, her son's illness will be cured.
It will get better slowly. This news is like a ray of dawn that illuminates Borou's heart.[
There was a vague sneer on the corner of Bo Cixin's lips. I'm afraid Bo Rou was overthinking. How could such a good thing happen in the world? What the goddess said and did was just paving the way for her.
"Xin'er, did you hear what the goddess said just now? My uncle will send you to a mass grave later, do you know?" Li Xiang came over and looked at the quiet Bo Cixin, facing her.
said.
After all, Bo Cixin is the disciple of Master Guoshi. It depends on the owner whether he looks at the monk or the Buddha, and even when he beats the dog, he cannot kill Bo Cixin now, so naturally he will not let some of his own affairs fall to him.
It becomes a lever in the hands of outsiders. Otherwise, how can he maintain the good image he has worked so hard to build?
"Uncle, Xin'er is afraid, Xin'er is afraid of going to the mass graves." Bo Cixin raised her head, with a look of fear in her eyes. This look was exactly what Bo Cixin pretended to be. She knew that she couldn't be exposed now.
Li Xiang is actually a very perceptive person.
It's just a pity that her acting skills and her disguise can be said to be impeccable.
"Don't be afraid, Xin'er, your uncle will accompany you. Goddess, please make arrangements quickly. This ritual must be done as soon as possible." Li Xiang turned around and gave instructions to the Goddess.
"It's Mr. Xiangguo. I've finished the remaining rituals here, and then you can go to the mass grave." The goddess bent slightly, and after speaking, she took a step back and started practicing with the peach wood sword again.
After a while, the goddess finished the rest of the rituals, and Li Xiang followed the goddess to the mass grave with Bo Thorn Heart.
Mass graves are the same scene all year round, overgrown with weeds, bones everywhere, corpses strewn in the fields, and the entire land exudes a strong eerie atmosphere.
As soon as we arrive on this piece of land and step on this piece of soil, we can't help but feel a tightening of our nerves. The wind blows with the smell of rotting bones and some strange smells blowing over our backs.
It all feels like being in the shade.
Bo Cixin, who was walking behind, slowly raised her head and looked at Li Xiang's back. The corners of her mouth slowly curled up, and her smile looked particularly cold and arrogant under the moonlight.
She was like a Rakshasa who came out of hell, and the thousands of bones were just stepping stones under her feet. Those sharp eyes were always staring straight ahead, without any flickering in them.