Chapter 1288 The Mysterious Black-Robed Man

Everyone looked at each other, as if they didn't know whether to believe what a little girl said.

Especially when the little girl said that she could save the old man, it sounded evil enough, and at this time, she had to let them go to the living room to wait.

After all, most of the people here don't know Jian Ai, let alone meet her. They only know that she is a friend of Young Master Haoyu, but based on that alone, it's hard for people to believe her, and everyone can't help but worry.

Save the dead? How to save? Borrowing the corpse or giving life to life?

Obviously, in the Ji family's heart, no one believed in Jian Ai.

But Jian Ai didn't mind, because if Xiao Jin didn't say that he could be saved today, she wouldn't believe it if it was someone else.

Therefore, she understood the reactions of the Ji family members, especially these people were still immersed in grief at this time.

"Second grandpa, take everyone to the living room first." At this moment, Ji Haoyu spoke.

The second master of the Ji family is the brother of the old man, and he is also sixty years old. Hearing this, I couldn't help but watch Ji Haoyu open his mouth before saying anything: "Haoyu...this..."

"Go." Ji Haoyu said again: "There is no worse outcome than now."

This sounded very sad.

Yes, everyone has left, no matter what Jian Ai does, can there be a worse result than this?

Seeing that Ji Haoyu insisted on trusting his friend, the second master of the Ji family finally sighed, nodded and said to the others, "Everyone, let's go down first."

When the words fell, the second master of the Ji family took a deep look at Jian Ai, as if he wanted to see through her with his eyes.

However, Jane Ai herself doesn't know what will happen, so how can she let others see it?

The others didn't say much, and followed the second master downstairs one after another. Ji Haoyu patted Ji Haoxue lightly, and said lightly, "Haoxue, you can go too."

"Yeah." Ji Haoxue let out a whimper from his breath, and followed after wiping his tears.

At this point, only Jian Ai and Ji Haoyu were left in the corridor.

Looking at Jian Ai, Ji Haoyu faced Jian Ai, the hard outer shell on his body was suddenly removed, and silently, Ji Haoyu walked to Jian Ai with heavy steps, possessed slightly, and hugged her slowly.

At this moment, Ji Haoyu was soft and fragile, and it seemed that only at this moment did Jian Ai really feel the blow and damage that Ji Lao's death brought to Ji Haoyu.

Raising her hand, Jian Ai hugged him with her backhand. The fragile Ji Haoyu made her feel infinitely distressed. This unruly man on weekdays actually exposed the most human side to her.

It's trust in her...and love.

At this moment, Jian Ai is sad about Ji Haoyu's sadness and Ji Haoyu's sadness. She even felt that if she could, she would be willing to face and bear the pain of losing a loved one with Ji Haoyu, as long as he could live a little better.

Thinking of this, Jian Ai held Ji Haoyu's hand with a slight force, as if to transmit some power to him in silence.

She wanted to tell him that no matter when, there was still her by his side.

Feeling Jian Ai's silent comfort, Ji Haoyu's tense body eased slightly.

Ji Lao's bedroom, directly opposite the floor-to-ceiling window is a mountain not far from the suburbs. In winter, the mountains are covered with snow and the vegetation is dead.

Xiao Jin was standing in front of the window, looking at the mountain opposite, behind him, Ji Lao was still lying on the bed, and the child was placing candles by the bed himself.

There were twenty-nine candles around the edge of the bed. After the child lit them one by one, he raised his head and said to Xiaojin, "Brother Xiaojin, set it up."

Hearing this, Xiao Jin turned around and took a look, then turned around and came to the bedside, only to see that he took out a red cloth bag from his pocket.

The cloth bag was like a kit in ancient times, only slightly larger. Open it, and there are three talismans inside.

There are strange characters drawn on this talisman, and Xiao Jin himself cannot understand it. The only thing he knows is that there are three traditional characters written on the center of the three talismans.

Heaven, earth, people.

Xiao Jin placed the sky character paper on top of Ji Lao's head, the earth character paper at Ji Lao's feet, and the last human character paper, which was placed below Ji Lao's heart.

In this way, all preparations have been made, and it does not seem to be cumbersome. Looking at this posture, it looks like some kind of superstitious magic circle.

"Brother Xiaojin, isn't this Huaxia's Soul Evocation?" The child couldn't help but say.

The child is not from China, but he has heard a little about the ancient ghosts of China. He has even watched a lot of Chinese movies, and there are such things as wax stickers in them, which are mostly used to seduce souls.

Xiao Jin's expression darkened, and he couldn't help but say, "There is no such thing as a soul-sucking thing in this world."

"Then this..." The child was a little confused.

Not only that he didn't understand, but Xiao Jin didn't understand either. He only heard Xiao Jin say, "I don't know either, maybe this is not something you and I can understand. It's almost time, turn off the lights."

Hearing the words, the child did not ask any further questions, walked to the door of the room and turned off the lights in the room.

Even so, the light of twenty-nine candles was enough to illuminate the entire bedroom. Xiao Jin walked to the window again and looked at the distant hills.

On the top of the mountain, white snow piled up, and at this time, facing the direction of the Ji family mansion, a figure with a black robe covering his face stood among the dead trees.

This figure is unusually tall, but other than that, he can't see any features under the black robe, except for his pale right hand, holding a metal scepter.

Next to the man in black robe stood a little girl who looked eight or nine years old.

Tong had two pigtails braided, but on this cold and freezing night, he was only wearing a very thin shirt, and he didn't look cold at all.

"Sir, the lights are off."

The two have been looking at the direction of Ji's house under the mountain, and their eyes have been locked on the position of Ji Lao's bedroom. When the light went out and the candle was lit, the little girl couldn't help but speak.

Seeing this, the black-robed man couldn't help but let out a low voice: "Let's start."

"Yes." The little girl nodded slightly.

Then she saw the black-robed man sitting directly on the ground. The little girl took out six talisman papers and placed them in specific positions around the black-robed man.

There is no extra bells and whistles, the man in black robe waved his hand, and the scepter in his hand floated in front of him out of thin air.

With his eyes closed, Heipao's mouth began to recite words, and he made a deep, ear-piercing voice. The content of the voice was extremely ancient, and it was a language that no one had ever heard before.

The little girl stood not far behind him, with a little worry in her eyes, and looked at the brightly lit Ji Family Manor down the mountain from time to time.

Not long after, the black-robed man's originally folded hands suddenly opened wide, and the scepter floating in front of him was actually divided into six, and the six scepters began to spin rapidly around the black-robed man.

At the same time, the candle lit beside Ji Lao's bed began to sway like the wind, and the candle light flickered and dimmed, as if it was about to be destroyed.