Xie Fu called out: "Xiao Yun."

Xiaoyun didn't answer.

Xie Fu reached out to touch Xiaoyun's cheek, but his hand was extremely cold, as if he had lost body temperature.

A bit weird.

Although things about gods and ghosts are illusory, the cold, turbid and evil air is real. This evil air often corrodes people who are weak and lacks Yang Qi, silently seizing people's will and destroying their vitality.

It is now another full moon rainy night, when the cold, cold, turbid and evil conditions are at their peak.

Xie Fu didn't know how to deal with it for a while, so he had to treat the dead horse as a doctor and sang "Farewell My Concubine" loudly.

Xie Fu is familiar with the scriptures and is diligent in practicing Buddhism. When he sings, his voice is joyful, peaceful, peaceful and upright, just like the sound of Brahma and Brahma in Buddhism.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but when Xie Fu sang like this, the air in the room became calm and the gloomy feeling disappeared.

Xie Fu smiled in his heart. The sayings of the predecessors and the methods of the predecessors were never without reasons. They had their own reasons and principles, which were also accumulated over many years of experience.

Sima Yunxue seemed to wake up suddenly, and hugged Xie Fu with both hands suddenly, "What happened? I seemed to have fallen asleep just now."

Xie Fu smiled and said, "Yes, you fell asleep just now."

As he stopped singing, the room suddenly became cold again.

Sima Yunxue said: "Sir, I'm so cold."

Xie Fu had no choice but to start singing again.

Sima Yunxue felt warm all over her body, and Xie Fu's play made her feel happy.

Xie Fu kept singing like this. Once he stopped, the room felt weird.

But he was not a professional singer, so his voice quickly became unbearable and gradually became hoarse.

"Sir, Master said that I am possessed of a yin body."
Chapter completed!