Riding the Pheonix Chapter 52: Evocation

Mingwei pushed open the door of the altar.

Busy with funeral arrangements, no one is watching here.

She stood quietly in front of Empress Xuannv, looking up at the beam that hung over Mrs. Mingsan.

Ah Wan came in from outside: "Miss Ming, if nothing happens to you, I will go back and report to the young master."

"Don't be anxious." Mingwei walked to two small stools and sat down, extending her hand in a gesture of invitation, "Miss Awan, if there is nothing urgent, please talk to me first."

Ah Wan stood still and said, "Ah Wan is just a slave. Although the master treats me well, I can't do many things."

Ming smiled and poured himself a cup of cold tea that had been left overnight: "You are thinking too much. If I ask someone to do something, I will just ask your young master directly, so why bother."

"..." Ah Wan thought that if she hadn't just experienced the tragic death of a relative, she would have turned around and left.

Isn’t this a mockery? Isn’t it useless to beg her?

Although she also excused herself in this way...

Awan finally sat down in front of her.

Mingwei put down the tea cup.

Cold tea made overnight will inevitably be bitter. All the flavors in the tea leaves are soaked out, the aroma is dispersed and the astringency is stronger.

It makes people extra sober.

Mingwei did not pour her tea: "This tea is not good for guests, please forgive me for being rude."

Ah Wan said calmly: "It doesn't matter. What Miss Ming wants to say, Ah Wan is all ears."

Mingwei took another sip of cold tea: "Master Yang should not know that the person the Ming family planned to send was my mother, not me."

Awan didn't answer, but her eyebrows raised in surprise.

Mingwei knew what she meant without her opening her mouth: "Although my mother is no longer young, her charm and appearance are still better than mine."

Ah Wan was silent for a while and said softly: "That's quite a beauty."

"Yes, beauty." Mingwei looked up at the beams again, "She has been wrong about the word beauty in her life."

Because of her beauty, she was remembered by her uncle, and because of her beauty, she was forced to do dirty things.

"When I first learned about this, I didn't dare to recall what happened to her and how she survived the past ten years. Miss Awan, what would you do if you were her?"

Ah Wan calmed down and said, "Maybe I won't be able to survive. Or maybe I will become numb and just want to live."

Ming Wei laughed softly: "In this world, if you only care about whether you live or not, you are already in an abyss. It takes courage to die, and it also takes courage to live, so people can't tell the difference. Which one is better?"

Awan remained silent and did not answer.

"I have never asked her, but I know what she is thinking." Mingwei murmured, "She doesn't dare to die! What if she dies and leaves her daughter behind? Who will worry about whether she has enough food and clothing? Not warm? Who will take care of her all her life? Who will let her live like a human being?"

It was only then that Ah Wan saw the sparkling tears in her eyes: "An idiot, if no one takes care of him, may live worse than a pig or a dog. So she did not dare to die, and would rather fall into hell. I don’t dare to die either.”

The tears finally did not fall.

At this time, Ah Wan felt particularly indifferent.

Maybe it’s because she’s used to this kind of darkness, right?

The young master said, this Miss Ming is very powerful, but why does she feel that she is a little naive? Do you want to impress her with these words and ask her to say good things to the young master?

How is that possible?

If it is not beneficial to the young master, then what if they are pitiful mother and daughter?

Having said that, Ah Wan’s eyes still moved.

At this time, Duofu, with red and swollen eyelids, pushed the door open and walked in: "Miss..."

"Yes." Mingwei asked calmly, "Have you brought the things?"

"Bring it." Duofu took out a cloth bag.

Mingwei first took out the incense stick from the cabinet, lit it and inserted it into the incense burner.

Then he took the bag, took out a handful of glutinous rice, and sprinkled it on the ground in front of the offering table.

One after another, a thin road of rice was laid out.

After doing this, she stretched out her hand to Duofu: "Knife."

Duofu took out a pair of scissors and put it in her hand.

Mingwei held the sharply sharpened scissors and cut open her wrist.

The red blood dripped down and fell on the glutinous rice.

After a layer of red was spread, she handed her wrist to Dofu and wrapped the wound.

Then, she stood like this, looking at Midao steadily.

Ah Wan watched quietly until the incense was extinguished, then asked: "Are you summoning spirits?"

Mingwei nodded.

"What's the result?"

"As you can see, not found."

Ah Wan thought for a while: "Is it not yet night and the Yang Qi is too strong?"

"It's not an evil ghost. It's not that afraid of Yang Qi. It can appear in sheltered places."

"What about your father's soul?"

"That's the problem!" Mingwei squatted down and looked at the rice on the ground carefully to make sure there was no trace of the soul. "After a person dies, the soul will have a period of ignorance, not knowing whether it is alive or dead. At this time, it may have wandered elsewhere. After a period of adaptation, it will slowly recover. This period of time is basically seven days, so there is a saying that the soul will return to the soul in seven days."

Mingwei paused and continued: "I didn't find the soul in my mother's bedroom. I found the place where she committed suicide, but I still didn't see it. ~IndoMTL.com~ What does this mean?" Ah Wan couldn't help but ask. .

"Whether my mother died last night or this morning, she shouldn't have wandered off to other places in such a short period of time."

Awan was shocked when she heard this: "You mean..."

"I'm not sure," Mingwei stood up and dusted off the glutinous rice on his hands, "whether her soul was taken away by someone."

"If this is true, isn't there a mysterious scholar hiding in the Ming family?"

Ming Wei said calmly: "You can still be called a metaphysician, but you are just a rough master of metaphysics and have only a smattering of knowledge."

You can tell just by looking at the Burning Soul Formation.

However, even if the opponent is only proficient in occult arts, it will not be easy to deal with.

Because this world is not only about mysticism.

World conditions, power, rumors... can kill people far more than mystical arts!

Mingwei sat back and took another sip of overnight tea.

"Since my mother is dead, it is no longer a secret that I went to Xinyuan for her last night. If I had gone back last night, what awaited me would not have been such a big battle. She was just an orphan. , it’s not easy to clean up.”

She paused for a moment: "They should have discovered that I didn't return until noon, for fear of involving Mr. Yang, so they put on such a big show."

Ah Wan frowned: "You want me to tell the young master?"

Ming Wei smiled faintly: "Don't worry, I won't ask him to take action now. As long as you tell him for me, just ask Mr. Jiang to come to express condolences - after the founding prime minister Nanxiang Hou, Mr. Jiang came to visit, no Is that considered condescending?"

Ah Wan said: "Young Master does not owe you anything."

"The relationships among Dongning officials are complicated. He has been here for so long, but has he ever found a breakthrough point? Tell him, if Mr. Jiang comes to visit, I am willing to be such a dagger to tear out a breakthrough point in their network of relationships. !"

Mingwei put down the tea cup and said in a deep voice.