Old Mrs. Hua fainted.
It looked like she had no external injuries, she looked like she was scared.
However, Xiao Baozhu knew that things were not that simple.
The sick man clinging to Old Mrs. Hua's legs climbed up a little further.
He stopped coughing and started breathing heavily.
Every time he took a breath, a trace of white mist emerged from Mrs. Hua's body and entered his mouth.
Although Grandpa Zeng never taught her, Little Baozhu could still guess what happened.
She heard that Mr. Shu said that this is how sick ghosts suck people's energy.
Once all the human essence is sucked, the person being sucked will die!
She doesn’t want Old Mrs. Hua to die!
Little Baozhu picked up Qiqi and said anxiously: "Grandpa Zeng, Grandpa Zeng, please come out and save grandma!"
Now Grandpa Zeng is her last life-saving straw!
Can……
Qi Qi also looked anxious, her tail wagging constantly.
However, there was still no sound from Grandpa Zeng’s voice.
"grandmother!"
The little orb shook Old Mrs. Hua hard. If she fainted like this again, she would die!
"go away!"
Little Baozhu was crying.
She couldn't care less about being afraid now, and used her hands to slap the sick ghost that was clinging to Old Mrs. Hua.
Unexpectedly, her hand passed through the sick man's body and slapped him directly on the quilt.
She can't touch him!
Yes, Xiao Baozhu suddenly remembered.
Grandpa Zeng seemed to have told her that ordinary people could not touch ghosts.
What to do? !
Are you going to watch Old Mrs. Hua being stalked to death by him? !
"Go away! You bastard! Go away!"
Little Baozhu burst into tears, and beads of sweat broke out on her forehead.
She was so anxious that she was about to lose her mind!
at this time.
"Meow--"
A kitten's paw rested on her arm.
Qiqi looked at her, meowing, as if saying something anxiously.
Xiao Baozhu wiped away her tears.
She couldn't understand the meow, but the strange thing was that she felt that she could understand Qiqi's meaning.
There is no rush.
Urgency leads to chaos.
The more anxious she is, the less she can do to deal with this sick man.
Her mother once taught her not to panic when something happens, calm down and think of a way, and she will be able to solve the problem.
Yes, calm down.
"Calm down!"
Xiao Baozhu said to herself.
She began to use her little brain and began to analyze.
Grandpa Zeng once said that her spiritual energy was very strong.
The reason why she could see depression and sick ghosts must be related to this "spiritual energy".
Therefore, be good at using Reiki!
She can direct the spiritual energy to her eyes, and she can definitely direct the spiritual energy to other places.
Xiao Baozhu sat down and clenched her right fist.
Her pink and fleshy little fists looked like freshly steamed meat buns.
"The spiritual energy is coming, the spiritual energy is coming..."
She closed her eyes and tried to direct the so-called spiritual energy to her fist.
At first, she couldn't figure it out.
But gradually, she seemed to understand something.
A stream of heat surged out from deep within her body and swam toward her clenched fists like a small loach.
Others couldn't see it, but with her eyes, a thin layer of light began to emit from her fist.
"Meow!"
Qiqi shouted again.
This time the meaning is different. This time, it is encouraging Xiao Baozhu.
Xiao Baozhu understood what Qiqi meant, and she nodded vigorously.
The little fist is getting hotter and hotter.
it's time!
Qiqi raised her little paw, "Meow!"
Little Baozhu knew what it meant.
It is saying: "Come on, little Baozhu! Beat him!"
"Go away quickly——"
Xiao Baozhu's fist swung hard at the sick ghost.
"boom!"
This time, her fist did not go through, but hit the sick man's face firmly.
"puff--"
The sick ghost sprayed out a mouthful of white mist.
The white mist rushed back into Mrs. Hua's body.
The sick man let out a shrill scream.
There was a sunken hole on his face.
Little Baozhu opened her mouth wide in surprise.
Did she do this?
She did it!
She hit a sick guy!
But just this time, the light on her fist disappeared immediately.
Xiao Baozhu knew that he was not yet proficient in using spiritual energy.
She pretended to be fierce and shouted to the sick man: "If you don't leave, I will beat you to death!"
But is that right?
Isn't the sick ghost already dead?
Forget it, never mind, as long as it scares him.
Xiao Baozhu raised his fist as big as a steamed bun, "Are you leaving?!"
Her punch just now was very powerful.
The sick guy must have been frightened by her.
His head shrank back, and then his body slowly shrank.
In the end, he shrank into two balls of black mist like anklets, wrapped around Old Mrs. Hua's ankles.
Does this mean defeating the sick ghost?
Xiaobaozhu is a little confused.
But now he no longer absorbs Mrs. Hua's essence, nor does he spray out black spots.
This should be considered a defeat, right?
"Grandma, grandma!"
This time, after only two shouts, Mrs. Hua woke up and turned around.
"Bao girl, are you okay?"
She was still very weak, but the first thing she thought of was whether there was something wrong with Little Baozhu.
"Grandma, how are you?!"
She... Mrs. Hua was stunned.
its not right.
She was obviously hit by something just now.
Logically speaking, she should be weaker now.
Why does she feel that she is more powerful than before?
Is it an illusion?
Mrs. Hua stood up.
Then her eyes widened.
It's not an illusion!
In the past, she had to push hard to sit up from the bed.
This time she sat up easily.
Could it be related to the dream just now?
Mrs. Hua looked at Xiao Baozhu in surprise and suspicion.
After fainting just now, she had a dream.
In the dream, there was a pair of pale hands, desperately grabbing her, trying to take her to the underworld.
Just when she was about to hold on no longer, a little baby suddenly fell from the sky.
The little baby was wearing a red bellyband and was glowing with golden light.
The little baby called himself grandma, and then those pale hands disappeared!
As for the little doll...it clearly looks like a little orb!
"Bao girl, you just..."
Little Baozhu blinked.
Grandpa Zeng seemed to have told her that the time was not yet ripe and she could not let others know about her affairs.
So she looked at Old Mrs. Hua innocently, "Grandma, I didn't do anything."
Mrs. Hua was doubtful.
After all, the dream just now was too real.
However, the orb is still so small, how can it have the strength to fight ghosts?
I must be overthinking it, yes, it must be.
Mrs. Hua looked up at the roof. A big hole had collapsed in the roof.
But she didn't look surprised at all.
It seems like this should have happened a long time ago.
Little Baozhu really didn't understand, so she asked Mrs. Hua, "Grandma, what's going on?"
