The real daughter of the group pet is actually a Taoist boss

The expressions of the rest of the Chu family also became strange.

Chu Zhan and Song Zhinan were about the same age and had a good relationship. He pulled him away and asked in a low voice, "Is your dad confused by Chu Luo?"

"What do you know!" Song Zhinan gave Chu Zhan a blank look.

Chu Zhan: "..."

Song Yunqing had bypassed Chu Weihao and walked up to Chu Luo excitedly, "Luo Luo, can Uncle Song invite you to the hospital to see your Aunt Xing?"

Chu Luo frowned.

Song Yunqing quickly said: "As long as you are willing to go, no matter what the result is? You are the benefactor of our Song family."

"Yes, yes, Chu Luo, as long as you are willing to go. Whoever dares to bully you in Jiangcheng in the future will have trouble with me, Song Zhinan, and the Song family." Song Zhinan patted his chest and promised.

The Chu family was puzzled.

Chu Luo still had that indifferent expression, "I'm just an ordinary anchor."

Song Yunqing didn't understand: "..."

Song Zhinan is very smart and understands in seconds.

He took out his mobile phone directly from his pocket, "My dad and I will pay attention to you. If necessary, I will buy fans."

"No. I just need people who really like my live stream."

"understood."

Song Zhinan had already clicked the follow button, handed it to Chu Luo, and said in a doggy manner, "Don't worry, I will definitely watch your live broadcast in the future."

Chu Luo stood up now, "Let's go!"

Before the Chu family could figure out what happened, Chu Luo had already got into the car with Song Yunqing and his son and left.

Chu Zhan was stunned for a while, and asked, "Dad! Uncle Song, what does this mean?"

Chu Weihao also felt strange.

Only what Song Zhinan said just now was in Chu Ran's mind.

It was very clear in the words that the Song family was going to protect Chu Luo.

hospital.

Song Yunqing and his son had already explained Xing Ziqing's situation in the car.

Xing Ziqing has been in poor health since giving birth to Song Zhinan.

Especially in recent years, I have to come to the hospital for a period of time every year.

But this time it was much more serious than before. Xing Ziqing suddenly fell into a coma a week ago.

The hospital said that Xing Ziqing's body was no different from before, and they didn't know why she was in a coma.

Song Yunqing and the others also invited several famous masters over.

After these masters came, they did some things, some called their souls... all kinds of things have been done.

People still do not wake up.

"Is that the one?" Chu Luo asked as soon as he stepped out of the elevator, pointing to a ward on the left front.

Xing Ziqing lives in a private hospital, and there are only ten wards on the first floor, all of which are for VIP guests.

And every ward looks the same from the outside.

Song Zhinan nodded again and again, "That's the one, that's the one. Chu Luo, you really have some skills!"

Song Yunqing glared at his son.

But in his heart he gave Chu Luo a high look.

But in Chu Luo's eyes, among the clean and bright wards, only that ward was full of black air.

The ward door opened.

Chu Luo's expression suddenly changed.

In the ward, there was not only death, but also a faint golden light.

It's just that the golden light is very faint, only Xing Ziqing is a little thinner.

"Lolo, how are you doing?"

Chu Luo stood beside the hospital bed, "I lost my soul."

Song Yunqing was startled, and then Chu Luo said calmly: "It's a little troublesome."

trouble?

why?

Is it hard to get the soul back?

Just as he was about to speak, Chu Luo frowned and said in self-disgust, "I don't have enough spiritual power now, so I can only draw my soul by drawing symbols. But I don't have yellow paper and cinnabar now."

Song Yunqing breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was a big deal.

"I'm going to buy it now." Song Zhinan said quickly, "What kind of yellow paper, what kind of cinnabar do you need, and what else do you need?"

"Ordinary yellow paper, and cinnabar will do, and I'll buy a handful of incense as well."

"it is good."

Song Zhinan trotted out to buy something.

Song Yunqing carefully asked Chu Luo, "Luo Luo, are you sure?"

"Ah."

Seeing this, Song Yunqing was half relieved. "Luckily you reminded me yesterday that when Zhinan and I came, an intern nurse took the wrong medicine bottle and almost took the wrong medicine."

"The doctor said that if this medicine is given wrongly, your aunt will be gone."

No one knew how terrified he and his son were after learning everything yesterday.

Even if it was only a little later, there would be no room for maneuver in this matter.

Based on this, Chu Luo is the great benefactor of their Song family.

Song Zhinan quickly bought the things back.

A box of yellow paper, a box of cinnabar, and a box of incense.

Chu Luo checked and found that they were all of the highest quality.

"Can we start?" Song Zhinan was a little excited.

He had only heard of such things before, and this was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes.

Now he is at the stage of a little bit of belief, and a little bit of disbelief.

Chu Luo hummed, took out a piece of yellow paper, put his index and middle fingers together, dipped in cinnabar, and drew symbols on the yellow paper.

She moved very quickly, like flowing clouds and flowing water, and when the last stroke was completed, the talisman paper shone golden.

Song Zhinan grabbed Song Yunqing's arm excitedly, "Dad, did you see it? Is it my eyes?"

"Don't make noise!" Song Yunqing was even more excited than Song Zhinan, but his face was calm.

Chu Luo walked to Xing Ziqing's hospital bed with the drawn talisman, and pasted the talisman paper on her chest.

He took three more sticks of incense, swipe them lightly with his fingers, and the incense instantly ignited.

Song Zhinan's eyes were as big as copper bells, and his mouth was so wide that he could stuff an egg into it.

I'll go, this is too awesome!

It's like watching a special effects movie.

A thin wisp of smoke drifted out of the window as if consciously.

Chu Luo yelled a few words in a low voice, but there was no response from the smoke.

Still too little spiritual power.

"I called her and she didn't respond. You are her relatives, and you should respond when you call her."

Song Yunqing held the incense and was at a loss, "How do you shout?"

"Call her name, let her come back."

"Ziqing, Xing Ziqing, come back quickly." Song Yunqing yelled a few times, and Song Zhinan next to him also yelled, "Mom, mom, come back quickly."

Suddenly, Song Zhinan's shouting stopped.

He opened his eyes wide and looked out of the window, and found that the drifting smoke slowly floated back as if consciously.

The smoke drifted straight to the hospital bed.

The straight line of smoke stopped beside the hospital bed and dissipated after a while.

"All right."

Chu Luo made a sound.

Song Yunqing walked to the hospital bed, looked down, and found that Xing Ziqing's fingers moved slightly, and immediately grasped them.

Song Zhinan also had red eyes, rushed over, and called out, "Mom!"

Xing Ziqing slowly opened her eyes.

Just as he was about to reach out to hug Xing Ziqing, Song Yunqing pushed him away.

Song Zhinan: "..."

Looking at the parents hugging each other over there, she pouted, patted the non-existent dust on her clothes, and walked awkwardly to Chu Luo's side.

"That... my mother should be fine now!"

Before, he had been making things difficult for Chu Luo, but now Chu Luo suddenly became his mother's savior, and he was a little embarrassed for a while.

"not at all."

Song Zhinan: "..."

He was just exchanging pleasantries!

How did you get such an amazing answer.