Chapter 335

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Miluo went out.

Basong stood up straight and looked back at Yang Zimei with some kind of apology.

Excuse me. What's the point?

Yang Zimei scolded fiercely in his heart.

Bassoon closed the door and went out.

The narrow dark room, only her and those disgusting ugly poison outside, as well as the baby's head.

Yang Zimei tried to make herself not to look at those things. She prayed secretly in her heart that someone could come in to save her.

"Elder sister --"

suddenly came a tender, low voice.

Yang Zimei suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes. He saw a ghost standing outside the glass window.

This ghost is a little boy, about three years old, wearing a braid, a round face is very lovely, wearing a red belly bag, blinking a pair of big eyes at her.

Yang Zimei was afraid of those snakes, insects, rats and ants, but he was not afraid of the spirit, not to mention such a lovely little boy.

She did not see any resentment in him.

It shows that the boy's soul is extremely pure.

"Little brother, are you?" She asked in doubt.

"Sister, my name is Xiao Qian! My body is behind you. The villain Miluo wants to use me as a ghost. If he fails, he will slip out of my soul Xiao Qian's voice was so tender that he even had a look of pride on his face.

What a child.

Seeing Xiao Qian, Yang Zimei's helpless and frightened mood was relieved.

It's better to have someone to chat with than a person in front of a room full of disgusting things.

"Sister, do you have a butterfly on you?" Asked Xiao Qian.

"Well." Yang Zimei looked at his pocket.

The butterfly card that song Xuan gave her in her pocket has not been removed.

Xiao Qian's eyes lit up slightly and said quietly, "sister, you are saved."

"Well?"

Yang Zimei looked at him suspiciously.

"You can't struggle if you are tied by the witch silk, but it's different if you have a butterfly card. You can recite a spell. After a year, the magic power of the butterfly card will come out, and the witch silk will be broken naturally." Xiaoqiandao.

Yang Zimei's eyes lit up, "really?"

"Yes, I heard from Miluo. Sister, try it. I'll teach you to recite the mantra Xiao Qian is excited.

Yang Zimei has no choice at this time, what's more, she thinks Xiaoqian really wants to help her.

"Well, thank you, Xiao Qian." Yang Zimei excited way.

"But, sister, after I save you, you'll have to do me a favor." Xiao Qian's eyebrows suddenly wrinkled up, looking pathetic.

"Well."

"My body has been made of wax oil by Miluo villain, and my memory has disappeared. I forget my real name and origin. Elder sister, you are saved. Can you help me find a dependency? Xiaoqian is so miserable Xiaoqian blinked his big poor eyes and looked at her expectantly.

"Good!"

Yang Zimei nodded and agreed that it was easy to find a attachment for the dead who had lost their ID. with her magic power, it was enough to carve a jade figure.

When Xiao Qian heard her promise, she was overjoyed and read out a strange mantra.

Although Yang Zimei didn't understand the meaning of the Taoist mantra, she read it out with xiaoqianzhao --

according to Xiao Qian's request, she read it three times with reverence!

The butterfly card in the pocket suddenly trembled slightly, as if awakened by some kind of call

[haha, it's not the powerful male partner that some relatives think of saving Xiaomei, but a lovely ghost pet Xiaoqian raised by Meimei! 】

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