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1395. Chapter 1395 What are you talking about?

Chapter 1395 What did you say?

Xue Zhijiao tilted his head and looked at Luo Bi with a surprised expression: "What are you talking about?"

Luo Bi shut her mouth, tilted her head to look at the rain outside, and refused to answer the question. At this time, the rain became heavier again, and the rainwater formed a small waterfall, falling from the roof, and the hanging vines were swayed by the wind and rain.

The head of the Huang family and his wife turned their heads and stared at Luo Bi for a long time without saying anything. The idea of ​​soul summoning in the future interstellar currency era was very novel and quite refreshing, but it was difficult to accept it for a while.

The head of the Huang family coughed: "It's okay, but none of us know how to do this."

Luo Bi turned back and hesitated to speak. She had seen the expressions of several people just now, so she said nothing.

"It's better to try than to do nothing." Mrs. Huang lowered her head and glanced at the crying Huang Xinling in her arms, took a deep breath, and exhaled: "Xinling has been crying since she came back, probably because of the loss.

It’s okay to scream if you have lost your soul.”

"Hurry up and contact someone and find out who knows the art." Mrs. Huang urged the Huang family leader.

Techniques are those that can summon spirits to exorcise evil spirits. Interstellar humans don’t believe this, but this industry still continues miraculously. Which planet are the specific members on? Don’t ask, no one knows.

It is said that there are more people among the people. After all, this line of work is almost out of business and it is impossible to mix into the upper class society.

The upper class is the territory of mysticism masters. The name is missing the word "mysterious" and the status is very different. Maybe tens of millions of years later, the situation will change and the status will be reversed, but now mysticism masters are still more popular.

The magicians have fallen into the lower ranks and have become mixed with ordinary people.

The head of the Huang family was embarrassed, but he still planned to inquire. The child was not injured and was fine. He just kept crying. He didn't feel at ease as a parent if he didn't think of another way.

The head of the Huang family was anxious to inquire about the magician and stepped out. Luo Bi quickly stopped him: "Just call yourself. It doesn't have to be so troublesome and it may not work. Why waste time."

"What do you call me?" The head of the Huang family turned back.

What to say? Luo Bi was embarrassed, thought for a while and said: "Go to the kitchen to find a cooking spoon, go to the door and knock on it. Knock a few times and call Huang Xinling. After Huang Xinling agrees, knock on the spoon again. It shouldn't be more than three times.

.”

Xue Zhijiao burst out laughing: "You are really good at talking. If you didn't mention the spoon, I would almost believe it. It really sounds like that."

Mrs. Huang was stunned and didn't speak, and Huang Xinling stopped crying. She kept hiccupping and listened intently. She even muttered: "Yes... hiccup, that's nonsense."

"Forget it if you don't believe it." Luo Bi was unsure at first, but when she saw that these three people didn't support her, she simply gave up: "I've only seen from ancient books that there are spoons for calling souls, and millet for night use.

A rake will work too, who knows if it will work."

Hey, he really knows a lot. Xue Zhijiao pulled up a bench and sat down: "Instead of doing things that are not available, we might as well chat with Huang Xinling. Look, she stopped crying now."

It was a good thing that Xue Zhijiao didn't mention it. His reminder made Huang Xinling want to cry again. She raised her braided head, opened her mouth and started crying again.

Mrs. Huang quickly patted her daughter and patiently coaxed her: "Why are you crying again? My dear child, just talk. Look, Luo Bi and Xue Zhijiao are coming to play with you. They don't want to cry anymore."

Xue Zhijiao wished he could lick his lips, but seeing how bad his mouth was, his little aunt started howling again.
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