Daoist priest song sighed, "
it was buried in my body. It was premeditated. It's really poisonous. No wonder I didn't notice it at all.
“..”Song qingxiao didn't remind him that the thread was probably just a guide.
The ghost that really did it entered Auntie Wu's body when the Ox cart was stuck. However, when she saw the old Daoist's relieved expression, she did not expose him.
As soon as the old Daoist finished his words, song Changqing exclaimed, "
"Master, look."
Daoist priest song quickly lowered his head and saw the two thin threads turning into powder in his palm like burning incense ash. Before he could close his hand, the wind outside blew in and they turned into a mist and disappeared without a trace.
The evidence disappeared just like that, and the old Daoist didn't even have time to find out where it came from.
He was a little depressed, but at least he had figured out what this strange thing was.
