Mao Sandao said he couldn't do it, but Wabu didn't get anxious and quickly stood up from his chair: "Why!"
In fact, there are no special age requirements for soul trading.
But in Mao Sandao's eyes, seventeen is still considered a minor.
What if something happens to Wa Wushuang after his soul is taken in? What will his parents do?
Therefore, when Wa did not tell her his age, Mao Sandao instinctively refused.
"There's no reason." Mao Sandao didn't want to explain too much, so he pulled Japanese towards the door.
Wo didn't know what to do and pushed Mao Sandao away. He used too much force and made Mao Sandao stagger and almost fall.
At this time, he seemed to be a different person, no longer weak, and asked loudly: "Why can't you do it? Tell me why you can't do it?!"
Mao Sandao was startled by the change of attitude of Wa Wanshuang. He did not expect that Wa Wanshuang, who looked weak and weak, would become so ferocious.
Mao Sandao tried his best to tone down his tone: "You are underage."
"Why? Why can't minors do it? Tell me."
Wa Bo didn't seem to be determined to figure out the reason, so he stepped forward and grabbed Mao Sandao's shoulders and shook him hard.
Seeing that Wa did not understand and was almost losing his mind, Mao Sandao felt a little helpless. He shook off Wa's hand and asked, "Why do you want money at such a young age?"
Seemingly being hit at a painful point, Wo Wushuang's mood instantly dropped. He lowered his head and stared at the shoes on his feet, his voice choked with sobs:
"My family was poor and I wore clothes left over from my brothers. My classmates all laughed at me, calling me a country bumpkin and a country bumpkin. They all bullied me and even beat me. I wanted money, and I wanted a lot of money. "
Looking at Wa Bubai again, Mao Sandao saw that he was wearing a pair of green Jiefang rubber shoes.
There is a hole in the thumb position, and through the hole you can vaguely see the dirt-covered toes.
The Japanese didn't understand the shabby dress, and Mao Sandao felt a little sympathetic.
He dug through all the pockets on his body and put all the cash he carried into the hands of Wu Bang:
"With this money, it should be enough to buy a pair of shoes. But I really can't do your business, so you should go back."
Looking at the money in his hand, Wa did not hesitate. In his heart, the money was far from what he expected.
He knelt down and hugged Mao Sandao's leg tightly: "I have been bullied enough. This money is not enough at all. I want a lot of money, I want a lot of money!" Then he put his head on Mao Sandao's leg and sobbed. .
It is often said that a man has gold at his knees, but a Japanese man would kneel down for money. Mao Sandao was extremely disgusted by this behavior.
He picked up the kneeling Japanese boy and said solemnly, "Is it worth it to sell your soul to satisfy your own self-deceptive vanity?"
Wa Wuhua wiped away his tears with all his strength, and his face gradually turned livid: "I don't even have any self-esteem anymore, so what's the use of this worthless soul!"
Faced with the current attitude of the Japanese, Mao Sandao felt that no further persuasion would help.
He shook his head helplessly, took the soul bottle and slowly walked towards the passage: "I hope you don't regret it, come with me."
Even so, Mao Sandao was still praying in his heart that nothing would happen to Wo Hui.
Seeing Mao Sandao's agreement, Wa was just like a child who wants a toy and finally gets it after crying a lot. He grinned and followed quickly.
But looking at the dark passage, Wo Wanshuang stood at the stairs hesitant.
The depressing atmosphere made him breathless.
Mao Sandao turned his head and looked at the hesitant Ni Buyi at the stairs, with a mocking look on his face: "What, are you scared?"
"What am I afraid of? There is nothing to be afraid of!" Thinking of being able to stand proudly in front of his classmates in the future and feel the envious support of his classmates, Wabu didn't know how to take a step forward.
Dong dong dong dong…!
He quickly followed Mao Sandao.
Thumb thump…
Mao Sandao opened the iron door and walked in directly.
By the time he had reached the center of the secret room, there was no sign of Wa Bo.
When he turned around, he saw that Wu Wanshuang was lying outside the door, looking in with his head.
"What are you looking at? Come in! Aren't you going to ask for money?" Mao Sandao put the soul bottle aside and took down three burning candles from the candlestick.
Holding three candles in his hand, Mao Sandao felt a little strange. The candles here seemed to have never been extinguished.
Even the length of the candle and the shape of the wax remain unchanged.
"Why is it so cold in here?" Wu Minghuai crossed his arms around his upper body and approached Mao Sandao cautiously, observing his surroundings vigilantly.
"Because my heart is cold." Mao Sandao replied casually, and he bent down and placed the three candles on the ground in a tripod position.
The so-called three candles represent "past, present and future".
The precise interpretation is to forget the past, feel the present, and not think about the future.
When everything was ready, Mao Sandao explained: "Stand between the three candles, remember to be gentle, the candles cannot be extinguished!"
"Oh." Although Wabu didn't know the meaning, he still stood cautiously among the three candles.
"Okay... are you okay?" Wabu didn't know how to stare at the candle at his feet without moving, for fear that his movements would be too big and cause it to go out.
"Relax your mind and close your eyes." Mao Sandao gently patted Wa Bo's shoulder to show him not to be nervous.
Wabu didn't hesitate for a moment and slowly closed his eyes. But as soon as he closed his eyes, his nervousness increased and his whole body began to tremble.
"Don't be nervous!" Mao Sandao said again.
If the guest is too nervous while ingesting the soul, all efforts may be wasted.
Wo didn't know how to let out a heavy breath and controlled his mentality to the greatest extent.
Seeing Wa Wanshuang's body slowly regaining its composure, Mao Sandao himself became nervous.
This was his first time participating in practice, and he felt somewhat uneasy.
He put his right hand on Wa Wanshang's head and slowly closed his eyes.
The strange thing is that Mao Sandao has been touching the top of Wo Wanshang's head for nearly a minute, but there is no special reaction.
It seemed that what he was doing at this time was not absorbing the Japanese soul, but more like comforting a child.
There was no movement, and Mao Sandao became even more nervous.
"Calm down and abandon distracting thoughts..."
Mao Sandao was startled, instinctively withdrew his hand, opened his eyes and looked around.
He heard it clearly just now, and his ears were surrounded by a voice.
"stop looking."
Voices filled Mao Sandao's ears again, and only then did Mao Sandao hear clearly that the voice came from the person in the secret room.
Mao Sandao quickly looked at Wa BuBang, worried that he might also hear what he said just now.
Fortunately, Wa Wanshuang still closed his eyes tightly and seemed not to hear.
Mao Sandao was relieved, tried to calm down his nervousness, and once again raised his right hand and placed it on the top of Wa Wanshang's head.
A few seconds later, he felt as if a ball of fire and a piece of ice were melting and forming in his abdomen, a mixture of hot and cold.
Immediately afterwards, he clearly felt that the feeling of ice and fire was spreading from his abdomen towards his chest like a snake.
Then, extend to the shoulder and directly along the right arm to the palm.
Suddenly, Wa Wanshuang frowned and his body shook violently.
At the same time, the flames of the three candles, which seemed to be on the verge of extinguishing, separated from the wax body and rose towards the head of the head.
Finally, it hovered above the head of the Japanese.
