The person who came in was none other than Li Lu.

Xia Zhihuai looked at the tired-looking Li Lu and couldn't help but tighten his fingers and hug Wanwan's little body.

Wanwan raised her head, blinked twice slowly, scratched her cheek with her chubby hand, then looked back at Xia Zhihuai's solemn expression, not sure whether she should interrupt or not.

"As long as you can make my wife wake up, I can take over your case and help you fight for custody rights."

Li Lu basically heard it outside.

He was unwilling to believe in gods and ghosts before, but Meng Zhizhen had been in a coma for such a long time, and the hospital could not even diagnose the cause, which made him almost despair.

When hope is so slim, people will always betray their original code of conduct and would rather believe in something that is not true.

Like a drowning person, he tries his best to grab the last straw.

What's more, he and Meng Zhizhen have been married for more than 20 years, and they have heard a little about archaeological anecdotes. These events cannot be explained clearly by current science alone.

Xia Zhihuai lowered his head and whispered warmly in Wanwan's ear: "Can you solve it? Don't show off."

Wanwan squeezed her fleshy little hands, nodded vigorously, and said very confidently: "Of course, I have said it, Wanwan is very powerful."

It's just a little ghost who stole her aunt's soul. Of course she can deal with it.

Wanwan moved off Xia Zhihuai's knees, walked to the hospital bed, stood on tiptoes and held Meng Zhizhen's fingers that were placed beside the hospital bed.

Auntie's hands are a little cold, but the Yang Qi is still there, and the bond between soul and body has not been completely severed.

Li Lu walked to Wanwan and knelt down: "Wanwan, what can we do to wake her up?"

Wanwan let go of Meng Zhizhen's fingers, subconsciously put her thumb to her mouth and bit it, tilting her head to look at Li Lu.

Li Lu was looking directly at those big black and translucent eyes. He felt a little uncomfortable, but he still squatted on the spot.

"Uncle, please give me your aunt's birthday and horoscope."

Wanwan put down her finger and confirmed Li Lu's face before finally speaking.

Li Lu has a good face, but there is a calamity in middle age, but it is not yet there, and these Wanwan will not take the initiative to talk about it.

She just wanted to make sure that Li Lu was not a treacherous person before she could really help him.

These are all what the Master said. She is a little fairy and cannot help bad people.

Therefore, when you look at a person, you should look at his face first, and when you speak, you should judge the person first.

This is her little habit.

Li Lu didn't think much and directly reported Meng Zhizhen's birthday. He obviously knew everything about Meng Zhizhen.

Wanwan clasped her fingers and calculated.

He turned around and asked in a low voice: "Can you pull out a piece of aunt's hair?"

Li Lu took action himself and pulled out a hair from Meng Zhizhen's head.

After Wanwan took it, she ran to the sofa and glanced at the paper cup placed in front of Xia Zhihuai: "Brother, I want to use this glass of water."

"Use it, use it."

Xia Zhihuai was also curious about what Wanwan could do.

After all, she is only three years old, how come she knows so much more than other children of the same age?

Could it be that his sister is really a genius?

Wanwan twirled her hair between her fingertips, a wisp of spiritual power emerged from her index and middle fingers, and softly recited Meng Zhizhen's birth date and formula.

The hair fell into the water glass, and with a bang, a faint blue flame burst out.

Xia Zhihuai was startled, and his body subconsciously bounced back.

Wanwan ignored his fuss and tried to summon Meng Zhizhen's soul back: "Aunt Zhenzhen, come back quickly."

The blue flame in the cup did not go out, and the faint green smoke drifted towards the window.

Wanwan turned to Li Lu and said, "Uncle, come and call me. Auntie doesn't know me..."

"What are you shouting for?" Li Lu rubbed his palms nervously.

Wanwan sighed: "Just ask my aunt to come back as soon as possible. Her soul has left her body. It will be fine if she comes back."

Li Lu: "Zhizhen, Zhizhen, where are you? Come back quickly."

Li Lu shouted embarrassedly and his voice was not loud.

But Wanwan did not interrupt his call. Instead, she put her little palm on the flame, and the blue flame soon went out.

The water surface in the cup fluctuated slightly, slowly condensing into a water mirror, and the figure of a woman wearing a dark red dress could be vaguely seen.

"What's going on?" Xia Zhihuai's eyes widened, looking puzzled.

Wanwan lowered her head and glanced at the unclear water surface, and said tangledly: "The cup is too small and the picture is not clear. This is where my aunt's soul is currently staying."

"It looks like we're in an old room."

Xia Zhihuai often shoots movies and has a good understanding of the background and furnishings in the pictures.

Li Fengwen was sitting on the sofa at the moment, but his pupils were constricted. It was obvious that the shock in his heart was no less than that of Xia Zhihuai.

As for Song Juan...

who I am?

Where am I?

Is this sleepwalking?

Why did his outlook on life begin to collapse after entering the ward?

As for Li Lu, when the water surface in the cup started to ripple, all his attention was attracted to it.

I don't know if it's his imagination, but the figure in the picture seems to be looking around.

He also vaguely heard Meng Zhizhen's somewhat anxious and frightened voice?

"Li Lu, where are you?"

Li Lu looked at Wanwan: "I seemed to hear my wife's voice."

Wanwan also heard it, but Li Fengwen, Xia Zhihuai, and Song Juan looked completely unconcerned.

The three of them couldn't hear it.

Wanwan explained: "It's true, uncle, ask where she is now? Why hasn't she come back yet?"

Li Lu followed suit and asked, and the person responded quickly.

"Li Lu, something's not normal here. I'm locked in this room and can't get out. I don't know where this is."

"The windows and doors are sealed. There is an old wing, and the furnishings in the room... seem to be cultural relics from the Jin Dynasty."

Wanwan blinked her eyes, which dynasty was the Jin Dynasty?

She knew the history of gods and monsters very well, but she really didn't know much about human history, especially the history of this three thousand small world.

"Zhizhen, don't be afraid, I will find someone to find a solution."

The ripples on the screen became larger and larger, the figures became blurrier and blurrier, and a line of black smoke suddenly emerged from the cup and went straight to Wanwan's little face.

"Wanwan——"

Xia Zhihuai was so frightened that he reached out to catch the little guy.

Unexpectedly, Wanwan had quick eyes and quick hands. She grabbed the wisp of black smoke, squeezed the black thing in her hand twice, and a sharp and shrill cry sounded in the room.

The door to the ward was suddenly opened, and the nurse came in with a trolley and asked: "What happened? Why did I hear screaming outside the door just now?"

Wanwan hid her little hands behind her back and shook her head obediently: "Sister, no, Wanwan didn't hear anything."

Xia Zhihuai twitched the corners of his mouth stiffly twice. Li Lu and Li Fengwen looked at Wanwan's little hand behind her back with intent, without saying anything.

Song Juan: "I didn't hear that either, nurse, are you changing the dressing?"

The nurse was a little confused, but quickly put the voice behind her and replied: "This is not medicine, it is nutritional supplement for the patient."

"Oh." Song Juan nodded slightly.

The few of them tacitly agreed not to continue the conversation, but waited for the nurse to leave before turning their attention to Wanwan.
Chapter completed!