The dream jumped several times. During this period, Mr. Wei was in a wheelchair and was pushed in by the young man to thank Wu Ling.

He may be in his 90s or 100 years old, with a lot of old spots and wrinkles, his eyes are a little cloudy, and his mouth is not very clear.

This was the first time I looked at this old man carefully, and suddenly I felt a little familiar.

Mr. Wei was speechless, so the youth next to him expressed his meaning.

Wu Ling must know Mr. Wei's identity, so they didn't need to introduce themselves. I stared at Mr. Wei for a long time, listened to the young man's story, and gradually compared Mr. Wei with an old man in my memory.

"...We didn't know either. He had been schizophrenia since more than thirty years ago. He hid it well, and the other two personalities... The other two personalities were his deceased wife and his deceased son. The three personalities knew each other's existence and were in peace, and they also had a tacit understanding of us." The young man smiled bitterly, "He performed normally in several activities, art exhibitions and art exhibitions. The family was originally receiving the same artistic influence, and there was no problem with knowledge. When he needed to paint on the spot, his old identity could be well concealed."

The young man was very helpless when he said this.

Mr. Wei also showed a sad expression.

"Mr. Wei is very satisfied with such a life, just like his wife and son are still with him, and the family is still together. But as he grows older, he has some health problems for the elderly, his memory and thinking begin to decline, and his split personality is a bit out of control. In addition, it is art..." The young man looked at Mr. Wei and said carefully, "Mr. Wei's original artistic style was relatively ethereal and ethereal. You may have heard that his most famous ink painting was "Fairy Mountain", and another oil painting representative work "Wonderland in Dreams". The scene design he helped the great director Constance tend to be this style. But after some confusion in his thinking, what he imagined in his mind became weird... You also saw the monster that day. We consulted a psychologist, and it may have been influenced by other personalities, so we imagined something that was not in line with his usual ideas."

Wu Ling listened quietly and didn't say anything.

Mr. Wei suddenly spoke: "I don't want them to disappear."

The young man quickly added: "Mr. Wei hopes to be with his wife and children all the time, even in a special form. Your approach that day suppressed his fantasy and seemed to suppress his other personality. Mr. Wei was very distressed about this. I wonder if there is a way to achieve the best of both worlds in this matter?"

Wu Ling frowned and asked, "Do you think Mr. Wei's fantasy is just his own thought?"

"No, of course not. We understand that there are two other personalities influences here. Mr. Wei just hopes that he can be with his wife and children." The young man was vague and deliberately ignored the key to Wu Ling's problem.

Wu Ling shook his head, "What I suppressed is Mr. Wei's soul, which stabilizes his soul and no longer produces those thoughts that affect reality. I don't understand psychological diseases. But if both of Mr. Wei's personalities are suppressed, it proves that those two things are not the personality that Mr. Wei split up."

Mr. Wei in the wheelchair was suddenly excited and patted the armrest and said something.

The young man comforted Mr. Wei and warned Wu Ling, saying, "Miss Wu, Mr. Wei cherishes his deceased wife and son very much. Please pay attention when using words."

Wu Ling shook his head, "You misunderstood. All I saw was only one ghost, that is, that was, that one at the door of the villa. Now, beside Mr. Wei, I have not seen that ghost. I cannot confirm whether that ghost is Mr. Wei's son. I have never seen Mr. Wei's son before. So, what Mr. Wei encountered was whether he was schizophrenia, or the ghost of his wife and children stayed in the world, or something else, I cannot confirm now."

Mr. Wei was excited again.

The young man held the back of Mr. Wei's hand and looked at Wu Ling, "Miss Wu, you can make any request. As long as Mr. Wei can meet it, he will definitely agree."

Wu Ling looked at Mr. Wei and shook his head again, "He is too weak. The previous soul-suppressing was already very difficult to complete. If he had to do anything, he might not be able to complete the spell and would die."

Mr. Wei was very anxious, "It doesn't matter. Just meet me, even if I die. I want to see them..."

He suddenly burst into tears.

Wu Ling hesitated, "I can't guarantee that you can see them..."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you have a chance." Mr. Wei said word by word.

The young man patted Mr. Wei's back and said something to Wu Ling.

The dream begins to fast forward again.

The scene changed from a hospital to a living room.

Everything in the living room was removed, leaving a space empty.

The old man and young man from the Wu family are still there, while the other three are gone.

Wu Ling painted a formation on the ground.

I don't know these, but I can tell that this is a fresh formation that I have never seen before.

This time the formation is still a bit bloody.

I saw a pig and a sheep tied beside me.

Wu Ling drew the formation and was covered in sweat. He asked someone to put the pigs and sheep into the formation. With a quick knife, he directly cut off the two unconscious beasts.

Blood squirted Wu Ling's head and face.

She began to dance around the corpse of pigs and sheep.

Her dance moves are full of primitiveness and wildness, somewhat like the primitive man in a documentary swaying his body around a bonfire.

This should not be a master of dancing. As far as I know, middle-aged and elderly women who are master of dancing should not be able to perform such difficult movements of lowering their waists and lifting their legs.

Wu Ling's dancing became more and more wild, and the bones and joints on her body seemed to be bent at will.

She suddenly fell to the ground, her eyes turned pale, and her whole body was twitching and wriggling forward.

This action was too exaggerated and terrifying, and the others couldn't help but retreat.

Only Mr. Wei's eyes shone.

Suddenly, Wu Ling stood up without any support.

At the same time, the pig and sheep with no head stood up.

Wu Ling's body twisted a few times like a snake.

The bodies of pigs and sheep also began to twist and swelled around.

Wu Ling suddenly shouted, brushed the knife in his hand twice, and split the pig and sheep's belly.

Two ghosts, a man and a woman, rolled out from there.

I was stunned.

This scene was really beyond my expectations and was indeed incredible.

Is this some kind of soul-summoning spell?

It doesn't look like the things that our ancestors do, no, it should be said that they are not exactly the things that our ancestors do, nor are they from the Wu family. This exotic style is too strong.

I was still shocked by this spell.

Mr. Wei was already crying and shouting two names.
Chapter completed!