The water boiling in the hot pot on the stove was boiling, and the hot mist was rising. Under the half-bright light, the young man's eyes were very peaceful and soft.
Ji Ying looked at it for a moment, then heard the young man slowly say: "Excuse me, is this the home of Mr. Ji Ting?"
Perhaps a poor and humble person like her had never been looked at seriously by such gentle eyes. Ji Ying was in a daze for a long time before she came back to her senses.
She rubbed the corners of her eyes and responded almost subconsciously: "Yes, the young master is looking for my brother? I will call him for you right now."
Bai Lian said: "Did the girl cry just now?"
Ji Ying's body was slightly stiff, and the sky above the window was covered with white snow, blurring the night. The surface of the glazed umbrella was covered with a light layer of frost and snow, and the young man under the umbrella was looking at her with beautiful dark eyes.
For some reason, Ji Ying's recent grievances and despair suddenly overflowed in her heart when she was looked at by a stranger she had never met before.
The elder brother is decadent and the younger sister has lost her soul.
She went to the city every day to beg for help from the powerful people in the city, but what she got in return was their contemptuous and contemptuous looks.
That's the way people look at grasshopper ants on the ground.
Evil ghosts are causing trouble in the city, and they do their best to catch ghosts, because they can exchange for fame and rewards, and be appreciated by the immortals in the inner city.
They were busy searching the city to catch ghosts, but they didn't care that in the alleys of the side city, there were innocent children whose souls were stolen by ghosts and whose lives were hanging on by a thread.
She didn't ask those big shots to work hard to save her sister, she just asked them to be kind and consider Yaomei's safety when hunting ghosts.
If she could get their help to rescue her, even if her sister had only a glimmer of hope, she would still be willing to wait.
But when she saw the indifference, sarcasm, and contempt of those people, they used that lofty and dignified face to say things that had nothing to do with them:
"If you are destined to have such a calamity, how can you ask for shelter from others? Don't do it against your heart, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. Since your sister can be so easily captured by resentful ghosts, she naturally has an unclean mind.
In this way, you are most likely to be driven away by ghosts and become a little ghost who is harmful to others. You don't ask us to help you get rid of the harm, but you dare to ask us to save the little ghost for you without knowing the truth. You are really naive! "
Yes, she is so naive.
He would actually place his hopes on these people.
These people will do anything to climb up!
It is not yet known whether her youngest sister will turn into a brat, but even she, a mortal woman, can see that these defenders of the fairy city are able to sacrifice an innocent girl for their own glory.
She firmly believed that even if the grudges were punished, her youngest sister would become a victim of this group of people's upward climb no matter what.
Thinking of this, Ji Ying couldn't help but burst into tears, and her heart was full of sadness and unwillingness.
She sobbed and choked for a long time, and couldn't help wiping away tears. Her voice was choked and slightly hoarse: "Young master, it's funny. There has been a ghost in my family recently. My little sister is dying, but I can't do anything. I feel very sad."
Bai Lian closed the umbrella, shook off the thin snow covering the umbrella, walked around to the old window, and walked into the house. There were two people behind him, a man and a woman.
He said: "I came here just for this matter. I wonder where the sister of the Ji family is?"
Ji Ying was so stunned that she even forgot to cry, with tears in her eyes. An unrealistic surprise suddenly arose in her heart. She was afraid that this was an empty joy, so she covered her lips with her hands and suppressed her excitement: "Young Master, you mean... you says……"
Balian looked into her eyes and nodded, his expression very serious.
Ji Ying could no longer bear the excitement. She cried and laughed. She walked back and forth and knelt down to salute Bai Lian: "Young master, once again we are kind and together, the little girl will never forget it!"
Regardless of whether what Bailian said was true or false, Ji Ying believed him without hesitation.
It was like grabbing the last straw, because she had no other option but to believe.
Mortals are so powerless and weak in the face of ghosts and monsters.
Balian was bending down to help her, when a coughing sound came from the wooden curtain. The wooden curtain was quickly opened by a hand, and a young man who was hunched over and coughing came out.
The young man's eyes were full of green color. It must have been that he had not slept well for a long time, and he still held a scroll in his hand.
He was wearing a patchwork old coat, and even in the long night, he still neatly wore a gray Confucian scarf, which was exactly what a scholar dressed like.
When the scholar saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but be startled: "What happened?"
As Ji Ying pulled Bai Lian toward the back room, she excitedly explained to her brother: "This young master seems to be able to save my sister."
The scholar Ji Ting was startled and hurriedly turned around to get out of the way. His pale and sick face also flushed with excitement and joy: "Young master, you are an army in the city? Tonight, did you kill the evil ghost and recover the soul of my sister who was summoned away?"
Balian didn't explain much, just nodded and followed Ji Ying into the deep room.
The furnishings inside the wooden board are very simple, including two wooden beds, a seat, and some odds and ends.
There is a long curtain between the two beds. It seems that this family is so poor that they don't even have money to build a wall.
The youngest sister of the Ji family is lying on one of the wooden beds, covered with an old quilt embroidered with blue flowers. Her face is pale and her breathing is weak. She doesn't know how long her soul has been detained.
This small person has long since become skin and bones.
There was a layer of bloody and cracked dry skin on the chapped lips. It must be that in this state, it is very difficult to feed and water.
Balian summoned the soul in the umbrella, and cut his fingertips into a bloody gash between the edges of the umbrella. A drop of blood quickly imprinted on the eyebrows of the little girl in the soul state, and she reached out and pointed toward the bed.
After being away from the body for too long, the living soul often becomes confused and does not know the way back.
Now, with his blood as a guide and his fingers pointing the way, a ray of light came out of his confused and empty eyes, and it floated towards the girl on the bed as if it had found a target. Soon the spirit penetrated into her body and disappeared.
After doing this, Balian leaned towards the girl. In the coma state, she suddenly opened her mouth unconsciously, and a drop of blood came out of her mouth.
That drop of blood is his blood. Do not leave any more in her body, otherwise she will be assimilated into a corpse demon.
He casually turned away the drop of blood and turned to look at the brother and sister who were stunned and in a state of sluggishness.
"She is fine, but her body will be a little weak and she will not be able to wake up for the time being, but her soul has been reset. You two can feed her some rice porridge. She is edible now, and she can wake up tomorrow."
Ji Ting rubbed his hands and looked at Bailian with eyes full of awe.
I thought he was a member of the city's military force in Shifang City, and said in a distressed and nervous voice: "My third son has been tortured by the evil ghost for so many days and is so thin that he is pitifully thin. How about I go and borrow some money from my neighbors now?" Just buy a ginseng and give it a tonic for her."
