Qian Cangyi hid behind a relatively large dead tree and held his breath.

"Fortunately, I reacted quickly." Seeing that he was not discovered, Qian Cangyi breathed a sigh of relief.

When the little girl continued to move forward, Qian Cang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and continued to keep up.

Soon, the little girl came to a grave, and then Qian Cang saw the little girl reaching out and putting the broken hand in the flower basket on the ground.

"This is..." Qian Cang frowned, and the development of things became more and more bizarre.

Then, he heard the little girl's voice.

"Mom, this palm is the freshest palm, you will definitely be able to survive." The girl's voice seemed to be full of expectations.

"Live up? Is her mother dead?" Qian Cangyi stuck out his body slightly. He saw the girl in red kneeling on the ground, and the palm of her hand in the flower basket was placed in front of the girl in red.

The girl in red clasped her hands together and raised her head 45°, very pious.

"How is it possible? This way you can survive, that's not a laughing heart." Qian Cangyi snorted coldly in his heart, waiting for the depressed expression that would immediately appear on the face of the girl in red.

At this time, a mutation broke out.

For some reason, a holy light came to the girl in red. This white holy light seemed to dispel all the gloom of the dead wood forest. Although she was leaning on the hard dead wood, under the illumination of this holy light, Qian Cangyi felt like he was lying on the leather sofa.

Warmth travels all over the body and drives away all the cold air.

"My God, it appeared so soon?" Qian Cangyi had forgotten what he thought just now.

"Great Lord, can you let your mother live? She is so kind and gentle. After her mother is gone, Dad is drunk every day and the house is no longer full of laughter and joy. Please." The girl in red prayed to God in the sky, begging for things that only God can do.

As the girl in red began to kneel down, the palm in front of her slowly rose, like a feather.

The palm rose to about three meters, and then suddenly fell to the ground.

The holy light disappeared immediately, and the strange and gloomy forest of the dead wood swept over like a wave again.

[The palms are not fresh enough. If you really want to resurrect your mother, you must find the freshest palms. Do you know?]

A majestic voice came from the sky, which was soft and beautiful, just like the singing of a nightingale.

"But, great Lord, this is the freshest palm I can find. Where should I find fresher palms?" The girl in red looked pious.

[At your side, you will have fresher palms.]

As soon as the sound in the sky was finished, Qian Cangyi felt a stream of air conditioning sweeping over his body. At this moment, he felt like he was staring at the hunter. If he didn't run away immediately, the scythe of death would cut his throat at any time.

"Are you following me just now? Uncle?" At some point, the girl in red appeared next to Qian Cangyi.

"How is it possible... I didn't hear any sound, and, just a little while ago, how could it be so fast? Also... Uncle..." Qian Cang pulled the corner of his mouth.

Qian Cang looked down at the little girl's terrible face and tried not to vomit.

"No, I'm just passing by." Qian Cangyi kept his face smiling, and then he shook his head.

"Uncle's hands are so beautiful!" The girl in red stared at Qian Cangyi's hands with her eyes, and the eyeballs in her eyes seemed to be about to pop out. What's even more terrifying is that the girl in red also stuck out her tongue and licked her lips.

Qian Cangyi did not reply, but naturally put his hands in his pants pocket.

After Qian Cangyi's hand was invisible, the girl in red returned to normal, without the fanatical expression she had just now.

"Do you want to resurrect your mother?" Qian Cang asked.

"Yeah!" The girl in red nodded affirmatively, as if someone knew what she was thinking made her very happy.

"Why didn't your dad help you? Don't he want to resurrect your mom?" Qian Cangyi continued to ask, and at this time he tried to pull the topic away from the word "palm".

"God knows whether the owner of the palm lying in front of the grave can breathe. Everything in this dead wood forest seems very strange. It's better to be careful. And now I'm a real person here!" Qian Cangyi leaned on the dead wood with his left shoulder on the dead wood, and his expression on his face was very casual.

"Well!" the girl in red shook her head, "I can't tell my father about this. The great Lord said that if I told my father, then this method would not work, and I can't resurrect my mother."

Seeing such a terrifying face acting coquettishly towards him, Qian Cang got goosebumps all over.

"Do you believe in the great Lord?" Qian Cang thought of the holy light just now. If he were a fanatic, maybe they would be willing to devote their lives the moment the holy light appeared.

“In essence, all objects of religious worship originate from nature.

Throughout history, religion has been used by those in power, either to advance or to degenerate. For those who do not believe in religion, the logic of believers seems quite ridiculous because the needs of believers are not fully considered.

Many times, people only need a kind of trust and a sense of dependence, which is also the reason why no matter whether they are rich or noble, they may become religious believers.

At this time, the girl in red needs this sense of dependence. The death of her mother has brought a huge impact on her family. Her father drunk all day long. Because the girl in red has no ability to work, the conditions at home must be getting worse and worse."

These thoughts instantly appeared in Qian Cang's mind.

When you talk to people and talk to ghosts, as long as you can communicate, language is also a weapon.

"I believe." The firm eyes of the girl in red even made the dull wood forest less gloomy.

"You must love your mother very much." Qian Cangyi looked around and he was planning his escape route.

"Of course, I love my mother the most, and even my father doesn't love me!" The girl in red danced, as if she wanted to prove her words through this action.

"So, can you...uh, take your uncle to meet your dad?" Qian Cang blinked.

"Fortunately, this girl in red didn't watch many brain teasers and didn't understand the meaning of "Great Lord". What palms are more fresher than cutting off the living person?" Qian Cang smiled and had a guess in his heart.

"Well... Dad said he wouldn't let me take strangers home..." The girl in red felt a little embarrassed.

"We have been chatting for so long, and we are no longer strangers." Qian Cangyi said to the girl in red.

"Yes." Hearing Qian Cangyi's words, the girl in red also solved the problem in her heart.

"By the way, what's your name?" Qian Cangyi asked softly.

"Anna, just me, Anna, Anna Tate." The girl in red issued her name.

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Chapter completed!