Traveling Through the Stars

Xue Zhijiao tilted his head to look at Luo Bi, his expression was very surprised: "What are you talking about?"

Robbie kept her mouth shut, tilted her head to look at the rain outside, and refused to answer the question. At this time, the rain was a little heavier, and the rainwater formed a small waterfall, falling from the roof, and the hanging vines were shaken by the wind and rain.

Huang Jiazhu and his wife turned their heads and stared at Luo Bi for a long time without speaking. The idea of ​​calling souls in the future interstellar currency era is very novel and refreshing, but it is hard to accept for a while.

Patriarch Huang coughed: "That's fine, even if we don't know how to do this."

Luo Bi turned her head, hesitated to speak, she had seen the expressions of several people just now, so she stopped talking.

"Trying is better than doing nothing." Mrs. Huang looked down at Huang Xinling who was crying in her arms, took a deep breath, and let it out again: "Since Xinling came back, she has been crying all the time, probably because she was lost. If the soul is gone, it's fine to scream."

"Hurry up and go to the contact person and find out who can do it." Mrs. Huang urged Patriarch Huang.

The art of exorcism is the kind that can be called soul exorcism. Interstellar humans don't believe in this, but this industry has continued miraculously. Which planet are the specific members on? Don't ask, no one knows.

It is said that there are more folks. After all, this industry is almost out of control, and it is impossible to mix into the upper class.

The upper class is the domain of mystic masters, without the word 'Xuan' in the name, the status is very different. Maybe tens of millions of years later, Feng Shui will take turns and the status will be reversed, but now it is still more popular for mystic masters.

Magicians are inferior, and they are mixed with ordinary people.

The head of the Huang family was in a dilemma, but he still planned to inquire. The child was not injured, and his whole body was in good condition.

Patriarch Huang was anxious to inquire about the audiologist, and stepped forward, Luo Bi hurriedly called him back: "Just call yourself, it doesn't need to be so troublesome, and it may not work, why waste time."

"What do you call yourself?" Patriarch Huang turned back.

How to say? Luo Bi was in a dilemma, thought for a while and said: "Go to the kitchen to find a cooking spoon, just knock on the door, knock a few times to call Huang Xinling, after Huang Xinling agrees, knock on the spoon again, three times should not be too much."

Xue Zhijiao burst into laughter: "You can really talk, if you don't mention the spoon, I almost believe it, what you say is really like that."

Mrs. Huang was silent, and Huang Xinling stopped crying. She kept hiccupping, listening intently, and muttered: "Yes... hiccup, nonsense."

"It's fine if you don't believe it." At first, Luo Bi didn't know what to do, but when he saw that these three were not flattering, he simply dropped the pick: "I just read in ancient books that people use spoons to call souls, and those who use millet use them at night. A rake will work too, who knows if it will work.”

Hey, he really understands a lot, Xue Zhijiao dragged a bench and sat down: "Instead of doing all kinds of things, we might as well chat with Huang Xinling, you see, she won't cry now."

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

Mrs. Huang hurriedly patted her daughter and coaxed her patiently: "Why are you crying again? Good boy, just talk. You see Luo Bi and Xue Zhijiao have come to play with you, so I don't want to cry anymore."

Xue Zhijiao wished he could twitch his mouth, seeing this sloppy mouth, my aunt yelled again.