Only then did I realize that my body felt like it had gone through a...a......
I immediately blushed and couldn't believe what I had experienced!
Looking at the dark green pendant held in my hand, I was convinced that this was really not a dream!
For a moment I didn’t know how to react, so I subconsciously called my mother, “Oh my god…”
Then, I suddenly remembered my mother's safety, rushed out of the house, and shouted: "Mom!"
I saw my mother, Uncle Qiao and his son Qiao Yu standing in the living room, all looking at me.
It turned out that the voices I heard were Qiao Yu and his father.
"An Ning! How are you?" Qiao Yu took the lead and stepped forward to ask me, his eyes full of worry.
My mother also hurried forward and touched my forehead with the back of her hand, "The fever is gone."
Immediately, she clasped my wrist with her fingers, looked at the palm prints, touched the bones, and her frown relaxed slightly.
I noticed that there was a small cut on my right index finger.
Uncle Joe, on the other hand, looked into my eyes with a serious face.
Each of them had expressions on their faces that were hesitant to speak, but no one spoke first.
I frowned and pierced the window paper.
"Mom, what happened to me? Why did you use your own life to extend my life!"
"What trouble am I in?"
"Also, what did you do to me? What are those strange spells for?"
My mother's eyes were still hesitant, as if she still wanted to hide it from me.
At this time, I remembered the mysterious pendant I was holding in my hand, so I raised my hand, released it, and showed the pendant in front of their eyes.
"There was a... mysterious man who gave me this pendant." I paused, and after seeing their puzzled expressions, I continued, "He told me that this pendant is called Qing Yu."
Uncle Qiao's eyes widened and he said in shock: "This, this is Qing Yu?!"
I nodded, but didn't understand why Uncle Joe was so surprised.
He came forward as if he were a treasure, glanced up and down, and murmured: "This...how is this possible, it shouldn't be...how could the evil god give you such an ancient artifact? This is impossible ah……"
Evil god?
I suddenly became uneasy, raised my right index finger, and asked, "What did you do with my blood?"
The wounds on the fingers don't appear for no reason. What on earth did the three of them do!
My mother grabbed my hand, sighed deeply, and said, "Your Uncle Joe and I will ask God to bless you and eliminate the calamity of life and death when you are twenty years old."
Please God bless you?
This word is actually not unfamiliar to me. In places like the countryside, there are many feudal superstitions.
Here in our country, if a family member has a catastrophic fate, or has half a foot in the coffin, and the hospital won't accept it, everyone will choose to ask God for blessings.
Literally, it means to invite a little god or fairy to bless you through difficult times. It is not certain whether you can invite a little god or fairy or what kind of fairy you invite.
Although I don’t really believe in these things, I should still have a sense of awe for unknown and mysterious things.
"So..." My throat felt a little dry and tight, recalling the skin-to-skin contact with the mysterious man just now, "The person you invited for me is..."
Before I could finish my question, a deafening thunder struck down!
