The Strongest Spiritualist [Ancient and Modern]

In Daqing, once Patriarch Mu started to get serious, those members of the aristocratic family would definitely not be able to sleep well, lest Mu Changsheng's words would make them stay in their dreams forever.

Rongcheng didn't know Mu Changsheng's identity, and he didn't know how terrifying the person who looked gentle and harmless in front of him was. He was worried about Changfeng, so he hurriedly said, "Okay, what do I need?" Special ceremony now!Rongcheng's thoughts flashed to the scene of Taoist priests dancing with mahogany swords in the TV series.

Mu Changsheng knew that the other party was distracted when he saw his erratic eyes, but he didn't care. Rongcheng's presence or not had no effect on the result. He looked at the fruit knife on the table and said, "This summoning will cost me a lot. Xinli, after the summoning is over, I need your care."

To Mu Changsheng, summoning another person in front of him with the spirit of speech is just a matter of lip service, but Changfeng is different, he is his only relative, and his blood must be used when summoning him. At the same time, because he doesn't know where Changfeng is, he must ensure that Changfeng is absolutely safe in the process of traveling through the space when calling. For Mu Changsheng, who is already weak, the loss is very great, but compared with seeing Changfeng soon. Wake up, this loss is nothing.

It's just that he is not in Daqing now, and he has no attendants to serve him. After the summoning is completed later, he must be honored as a living person.

Compared with Mu Changfeng, who is full of energy and has a great body, Mu Changsheng looks much thinner, not to mention that his face is always pale, and he looks unhealthy. Before he knew that he was not Changfeng, Rongcheng thought he was It was because he was hungry outside for a whole day. Now that he is not Changfeng, and through his clothes and his appearance of being obviously rich and noble, he knows that he is a master who is not short of money. Even so, his body is thin and his face is pale , It can only be that the body is not good.Looking at the pale and thin face in front of him, which was almost exactly the same as Chang Feng, Rong Cheng couldn't help feeling distressed, so he nodded and agreed immediately when he heard the request.

Mu Changsheng wasn't surprised at all. Since he took control of the Mu family, even if he didn't use the magic of speech, very few people would refuse his request.

He picked up the fruit knife on the table and said to Rong Cheng, "Give me a piece of paper."

Rongcheng hurriedly found a few sheets of snow-white A4 paper and spread them in front of Mu Changsheng.

Mu Changsheng picked up a fruit knife and cut a cut on his finger, and blood gushed out immediately.

Seeing his straightforward appearance, Rong Cheng's eyelids twitched, the ancients were cruel to him!If it were him, he could do it with a cut on his finger, but it was absolutely impossible to cut so deep without blinking his eyes.

Seeing the flesh being cut open and the blood pouring out, Mu Changsheng immediately began to write on the paper with his bleeding fingers. In order to avoid causing a farce where many people with the same name and surname were called over, Mu Changsheng directly used his own blood to write the words of Changfeng. Name and date of birth, without waiting for the blood to dry, he ignored his bleeding fingers, and said directly: "Send the person who has the same birth date and name as that on this paper, and who is related to me by blood, to me safely." When Changfeng comes, he must make it up to him. If Changfeng wants to go home, he will immediately find a way to take him back. If Changfeng still wants to be a star, he will personally put him on the leg of the Uranus superstar; wind back...

The corners of Mu Changsheng's lips curled up involuntarily, and layers of joy filled his usually plain eyes.He was so focused that he didn't notice that there was a long and narrow shadow lying outside the window, staring at him motionless.

Spiritual speech can't work on himself, so he has to separate part of his blood from himself in order for the words "connected by blood" to work.

After the last word fell, the paper lying flat on the table seemed to be ignited by an invisible fire, and it was burned to ashes in an instant. look.

Mu Changsheng sat on the spot with a smile, waiting quietly.

1 minute passed, 10 minutes passed, half an hour passed... Changfeng never appeared in front of him.

"Could it be that I mispronounced a word just now?" Mu Changsheng said to himself, without hesitation he cut open his bleeding finger, took a blank piece of paper, and re-wrote what he had just written.

After carefully checking over and over again, Mu Changsheng repeated what he said just now, but this time, the person he was waiting for still did not come.

Mu Changsheng's face became paler and looked like an A4 paper on the table at first glance. Rong Cheng was a little worried when he saw this. He didn't know what Mu Changsheng's call was. He was about to persuade him to take a break, but Mu Changsheng suddenly grabbed a piece of paper, grabbed a fruit knife and cut it off at his wrist without hesitation. His speed was too fast, Rong Cheng thought. It's too late to stop.

He could only watch helplessly as Mu Changsheng persistently wrote some words he couldn't understand with his own blood and burned them again.

Rongcheng quickly went to fetch the home medicine kit, and bandaged Mu Changsheng's bleeding wrist.

Mu Changsheng let him move, his eyes stared straight at the midair, as if a long wind would emerge from midair in the next moment.

When he was still in Daqing, Mu Changsheng had to say "Changfeng is safe and well" every day, and once a month he had to cut his blood and summon Changfeng, but he never succeeded.After coming to this world, he thought that the reason why he couldn't summon successfully in the past was because Chang Feng was not in the original world, but now... what else can he not be summoned by him, except the soul-stirring dead?

Everything he experienced in these years flashed through his mind like a horse on a horse, and he suddenly recalled everything he encountered after coming to this world, the joy when he learned that Changfeng was still there, and the vision for the future just now...

Mu Changsheng's face was pale, and a fishy sweetness welled up in his throat. He swayed, and couldn't hold back anymore, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

"Longevity! Longevity..."

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At the same time, Ji's villa.

Ji Qiuxin was still wearing a maid outfit, but her sweet and beautiful face was no longer as bright as before. She stood outside the master bedroom, hesitated for a long time before knocking on the door lightly.

There is no response in it.

She paused, and said, "Young Master, the face comparison data has been released. The person who appeared today who looks exactly like Young Master Mu is actually not Young Master Mu himself. The possibility of taking over the house is ruled out."

There was still no response from the door.

Ji Qiuxin's eyes turned red, and she clenched her fists tightly to suppress the urge to rush in. She continued: "Master, calm down, the most important thing now is to find the murderer and avenge Young Master Mu."

There was a dead silence in the villa, only the sound of the clock dragging its needle to the next frame.

Ji Qiuxin's voice was hoarse, "Master, no matter what, the soul lamp has already gone out, you, face the reality!"

In the bedroom, the windbreaker carefully selected before going out was still on the ground by the owner, and the black short boots were tilted to the side. Ji Ze was lying on the bed, listening to Ji Qiuxin's voice from outside the door, suddenly stretched out his hand to cover his eyes...