1288 Mysterious Black-robed Man
Everyone looked at each other, not knowing if they should believe a girl’s words.
Especially when this girl said that she could save the old man. It sounded mysterious enough, but now, she wanted them to wait in the living room.
After all, most people here did not know Jian Ai, let alone see her before. They only knew that she was Young Master Haoyu’s friend. However, just based on this, it was difficult for people to believe her. Everyone could not help but think too much.
Save a dead person? How? Borrow a corpse to revive him or exchange a life for a life?
Obviously, no one in the Ji family believed Jian Ai.
However, Jian Ai did not mind because if Xiao Zhen had not said that he could save him today, she would not have believed it.
Therefore, she understood the Ji family’s reaction, especially since these people were still immersed in grief.
“Second Grandpa, bring everyone to the living room first,” Ji Haoyu said.
Second Master Ji was the old man’s biological brother and was already sixty years old. Hearing this, he couldn’t help but look at Ji Haoyu and open his mouth to say something. “Haoyu… this…”
“Go,” Ji Haoyu said again. “There’s no worse result than now.”
These words sounded exceptionally sad.
Yes, he had already left. No matter what Jian Ai did, could there be a worse result than this?
Seeing that Ji Haoyu insisted on believing in his friend, Second Master Ji finally sighed and nodded at the others. “Everyone, go down first.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Second Master Ji looked at Jian Ai deeply, as if wanting to see through her with his gaze.
However, Jian Ai didn’t know what would happen, so how could others tell?
The others said nothing and followed Second Master Ji downstairs. Ji Haoyu patted Ji Haoxue gently and said softly, “Haoxue, you go too.”
“Yes.” Ji Haoxue whimpered and wiped her tears as she followed.
At this point, only Jian Ai and Ji Haoyu were left in the corridor.
Their eyes met. Ji Haoyu faced Jian Ai. The hard shell on his body suddenly fell off. Silently, Ji Haoyu walked up to Jian Ai with heavy footsteps. He leaned over slightly and slowly hugged her.
At this moment, Ji Haoyu was soft and fragile. It was also at this moment that Jian Ai truly felt the blow and damage Old Ji’s death brought to Ji Haoyu.
Raising her hand, Jian Ai hugged him back. The weak Ji Haoyu made her heart ache infinitely. This man, who usually looked unruly, had exposed his most human side in front of her.
This was out of trust… and love for her.
At this moment, Jian Ai was sad about Ji Haoyu’s sadness. She even felt that if she could, she will face and bear the pain of losing one’s family with Ji Haoyu, as long as he could feel better.
Thinking of this, Jian Ai tightened her grip on Ji Haoyu, as if silently transmitting some strength to him.
She wanted to tell him that no matter what, she would still be by his side.
Feeling Jian Ai’s silent comfort, Ji Haoyu’s tensed body relaxed a little.
In Old Ji’s bedroom, opposite the floor-to-ceiling window was a mountain not far from the suburbs. It was winter, and the mountains were covered in snow. Plants were withered.
Xiao Zhen stood in front of the window and looked at the mountain opposite him. Behind him, Old Ji was still lying on the bed, and Zhi Tong was arranging the candles by the bed.
The candles surrounded the edge of the bed. There were twenty-nine of them. After Zhi Tong lit them one by one, he looked up at Xiao Zhen and said, “Brother Xiao Zhen, it’s ready.”
Hearing this, Xiao Zhen turned around and looked. Then, he turned around and went to the bed. He took out a red cloth bag from his pocket.
The cloth bag looked like an ancient brocade bag, but it was slightly bigger. When he opened it, there were three talismans inside.
Strange words were drawn on the talisman paper, and Xiao Zhen could not understand them. The only thing he knew was that there were three traditional words written in the center of the three talisman papers.
Heaven, Earth, and People.
Xiao Zhen placed the Heaven character paper above Old Ji’s head, the Earth character paper under Old Ji’s feet, and the last People character paper below Old Ji’s heart.
As such, all the preparations were ready. It did not look complicated. From the looks of it, it was like a superstitious array.
“Brother Xiao Zhen, is this the Chinese Soul Luring Technique?” Zhi Tong couldn’t help but ask.
Zhi Tong was not Chinese, but he had heard a little about ancient ghosts in China. He had even seen many Chinese movies. In them, when such candles and talismans appeared, they were mostly used to lure souls.
Xiao Zhen’s expression darkened, and he couldn’t help but say, “There’s no such thing as luring souls in this world.”
“Then…” Zhi Tong didn’t understand.
Not only did he not understand, but Xiao Zhen also did not understand. Xiao Zhen said, “I don’t know either. Perhaps this is not something you or I can understand. It’s almost time. Turn off the lights.”
Zhi Tong didn’t ask further. He walked to the door and switched off the lights.
Even so, the light of the twenty-nine candles was enough to illuminate the entire bedroom. Xiao Zhen walked to the window and looked at the mountain in the distance.
On the mountaintop, snow had piled up. At this moment, in the direction of the Ji family’s mansion, a figure in a black robe stood between the withered trees.
This figure was abnormally tall, but other than that, no other characteristics could be seen under the black robe. Only his pale right hand was holding a scepter made of metal.
Beside the black-robed man stood a girl who looked to be eight or nine years old. The girl had two braids, but in this cold night, she was only wearing extremely thin clothes and did not look cold at all.
“Sir, the lights are out.”
The two of them had been looking in the direction of the Ji residence at the foot of the mountain, and their gazes had been locked on Old Ji’s bedroom. Seeing the lights go out and the candles light up, the girl couldn’t help but say.
Seeing this, the black-robed man couldn’t help but say in a low voice, “Let’s start.”
“Yes.” The girl nodded slightly.
Then, the black-robed man sat on the ground. The girl took out six talisman papers and placed them in specific positions around the black-robed man.
Without anything fancy, the black-robed man waved his hand, and the scepter in his hand floated in front of him.
With his eyes closed, the black-robed man muttered something, making low and ear-piercing sounds. The content of that voice was extremely ancient, and it was a language no one had heard before.
The girl stood not far behind him with worry in her eyes. From time to time, she would look at the brightly lit Ji family manor at the foot of the mountain.
Not long after, the black-robed man suddenly opened his hands. The scepter floating in front of him split into six. The six scepters surrounded the black-robed man and spun rapidly.
At the same time, the candles beside Old Ji’s bed swayed like the wind. The candlelight flickered, as if it was about to be destroyed.
