"Chen Zhao, someone used the spell Bloodline Blend to forcibly attach his relatives' souls to his body."
"Can you pull these three souls out?"
"They're definitely his close relatives. If I pull their souls out, I'll be killing them. Are you sure you want that?" Blackie asked.
Movich Tutas looked at Chen Zhao anxiously. "Chen, you have a solution, right?"
Chen Zhao looked at Movich. "Do you find the three faces familiar?"
"Familiar? What do you mean?"
"Have you not observed the three faces carefully?"
"How do you expect me to observe such frightening faces? Also, whenever they appear, they'll scream."
"Bring up your shirt... slowly... Perhaps they're still asleep." Chen Zhao was still scared.
Movich slowly lifted his shirt, exposing the three fearsome faces.
Chen Zhao extended his hand and rubbed Movich's chest. A woman's face gradually appeared.
Movich shouted in surprise, "Mom?"
"She's your mom?"