When Dong'er saw me throwing a puzzled look at him, he shrugged and said, "Don't look at me, I really don't know this time."

After hearing what Dong'er said, I frowned, and then tried a few more "Return to the Soul" spell.

But no matter how I tried, it still had no effect. The jade pendant in Hu Cijing's mouth still emitted a faint light, and did not further release Hu Cijing's soul.

"Don't try, the method is wrong, it's useless if you try this hand." Just when I was unwilling to try it, Dong'er grabbed my hand.

To be honest, my wrist has started to hurt a little due to continuous spells.

The method is wrong, no matter how hard you try, it is useless!

Dong'er's words reminded me. I sat back on the lounge chair and began to think. As time went by, the fragrance in the medicine shop became stronger and stronger. The Chinese medicine I made for Dong'er in the middle of the lobby also began to make a boiling sound. The lid started to slap up and down due to boiling.

"The medicine is mature!"

I no longer thought about how to resurrect Jin Cijing, but carefully added a bowl of medicinal soup for Dong'er and handed it to Dong'er.

Dong'er didn't reach out, and I looked at Dong'er in confusion and said, "This is a medicine soup to promote blood circulation, you can drink it!"

"Feel me!" Dong'er came to me with a tender face and said in a coquettish manner.

I was stunned for a moment, then reached out and pushed Dong'er aside, saying, "Go away, I'll dress my wife."

"cut!"

Dong'er was not angry either. She said "cut" and then took my Chinese medicine soup, sat in front of the medicine cabinet, and started drinking it carefully.

Huh huh huh huh!

A night wind blew, and the windows of my house were blown open with a "click". The inexplicable strong wind blew instantly, and the things in the house were flying up and down.

Click!

Just as I was about to close the door, a notebook fell in front of me again. This was Zhu Xunuo's notebook.

The words on the notebook are still the same: Love does not know where it arises, and love is deep.

I was already very fucked by this poem, so I was not much surprised to see this poem.

Click!

The last moment I closed the window, Ye Feng turned over another page of the book, and the following is a poem in the "Peony Pavilion": "The living can die, and the dead can live..."

But this line of words is not written with a pen, but the traces left after being burned by fire.

I clearly remember that there was no such line of words left on this book before. Could it be... Zhu Xunuo?

Thinking of this, I rushed into the room excitedly and looked inside. What made me feel a little disappointed was that Zhu Xunuo was still lying quietly on the bed as usual, without any change.

Click!
Chapter completed!