Chapter 1987: Breaking the spell (1) Chapter 1987: Breaking the spell (1) The man who had his ribs broken by song qingxiao was now in the best corner of the cabin. He was awake, but his face was worse than before.
The woman who had argued with the old Daoist earlier was kneeling beside him, speaking to him in a soft voice. She took a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Aunt Wu and the others were sitting side by side. When they saw song qingxiao and the old Daoist come in, aunt Wu, who was holding her grandson, was about to say something, but the woman snorted first.
“Didn't I tell you to protect the entire ship? Why did you come in now?” She said in a weird tone, ”
“As expected, everyone knows how to talk big.”
“Shen family's sister-in-law, say less.”
Auntie Wu patted her grandson and looked at the pale-faced old Daoist. She couldn't bear to see him like this.
the Taoist priest has worked hard along the way and is old. He is fine for the time being. It is not a big deal to rest. Besides, he has asked Changqing to keep watch outside.
“We didn't see anyone contributing along the way.”
The woman didn't think much of Auntie Wu's attempt to smooth things over. She sneered, ”
“You still talk about living Immortals who cultivate Dao. How can Immortals eat and sleep like mortals? He was just a charlatan, a liar! Bah!”
Song qingxiao turned her head and looked in her direction.
The cabin was dimly lit, but her gaze was extremely terrifying.
In the darkness, the woman saw a dark golden light flash in her eyes. Then, for some reason, she felt a splitting headache. Her eyeballs were so swollen and painful that they seemed to burst out. Her head felt as if it was being tightened by a golden hoop.
She couldn't help but shout in pain, ”
“Ah!”
As soon as she finished shouting, her body softly slid down her husband's body.
Her sudden scream and her falling down gave everyone a shock. Auntie Wu had been possessed by ghosts twice in a row and was already scared out of her wits. The moment she heard the scream, she almost threw the grandson in her arms to the ground.
By the time he came back to his senses, he saw that the woman was already lying on the cabin, covered in cold sweat. As if she had suddenly suffered from a major illness, her hands and feet were trembling non-stop.
With Daoist priest song's cultivation, he naturally could not tell that song Qing had made a move.
Although he hated this woman's sharp and unkind words, and her tone was unpleasant, the monk's nature of helping others made him hurriedly get up and walk over to the woman.
The woman was surrounded by two servants, one old and one young, and she was carrying a little girl of about four or five years old.
When the girl saw her mother lying down, she immediately burst into tears. Everyone in the cabin panicked. Even song Changqing, who was on night duty outside, shouted vigilantly and asked what had happened in the cabin.
“I'm fine.”
The old Daoist replied to him first, afraid that he would distract him.
Only then did he reach out his right hand, placing his index and middle fingers together to touch the woman's forehead.
“Eh?”
After this probe, he revealed a shocked expression.
The woman was still full of Qi earlier, but in the blink of an eye, her divine sense seemed to have been seriously exhausted, showing a state of mental exhaustion, like a lamp about to run out of oil.
“What's going on?”
He was worried that his wife would be affected like Auntie Wu and the others. He turned to song qingxiao and said, ”
“Qing Xiao-”
When the old Daoist called out, he realized that song qingxiao had not come.
After she entered the cabin, she found an empty corner and sat down. Influenced by the woman's words, when she went over, the other people who were originally sitting in that seat quickly moved away from her.
Seeing this, Daoist priest song's eyes flashed with sadness and anger.
He was busy helping everyone, but these people were ostracizing his disciple.
But in the blink of an eye, the old Daoist suppressed his anger and shouted, ”
“Give me a light.”
After hearing his words, the people on the boat cowered and did not dare to go over.
That was until the woman's servant took out a Flint from her bag and tapped it a few times while crying.
However, for some reason, the Flint couldn't be ignited no matter what. As soon as it produced a spark, it was extinguished.
A thick pungent smell filled everyone's nose, causing them to rub their noses uncomfortably.
When the old Daoist saw this, he immediately instructed the old servant, ”
“You come and lift her up.”
The old servant listened to his words in a panic. He let go of the crying girl in his arms and reached out to pull his mistress.
However, her body was shockingly heavy. With the help of the servant girl who had lit the fire, the old woman had to exert tremendous effort to pull the woman into her arms.
Chapter end
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