The subtext revealed in the words shocked the old man.

If you really bring the master back, wouldn't it be the same as necromancy?

This liar... is actually a heretic who deserves to be burned to death?!

The old man could not confirm his identity, but knew that he could not continue talking, so he hurriedly coughed to hint to Chen Yan.

Although he is not a loyal believer in the Holy Light, his wife has dedicated her entire life to the Holy Light. The phrase "bring Jason back" represents "blasphemy against life" and has offended her.

A worldview built around the Holy Light.

The Holy Light will not allow any means of bringing the dead back to life. That is a great evil and a great offense to believers in the Holy Light.

But the woman was not angry.

Even his eyes brightened.

"I want to see Jason again."

She tore off the choir pendant she wore on her breast and threw it into the roaring fireplace.

She stared straight at Chen Yan.

"Please let me...see Jason again."

Chen Yan glanced at the old man.

The old man was at a loss. Since the hostess had already agreed, he could only nod.

'Oh shit, am I going to witness a heretical ritual in my lifetime... this is terrible.'

He silently took two steps back and quietly held the fruit knife on the table with his backhand.

He was once a soldier, and even after so many years, his arms were no longer as strong as they were back then. They were still strong enough to stab this damn heretic through the back of his heart with the tip of a knife when he wanted to make any dangerous moves.

Chen Yan looked at the Choir pendant that was thrown into the fireplace and thought to himself, does this thing contain the divinity of the Chorus gods? If so, wouldn't a woman be blasphemous?

Chen Yan was not sure.

If you are not sure, hurry up.

"The last thing I need to confirm is when, where and what incident did Mr. Jensen die?"

This question made the woman very painful, but she still resisted answering him: "I had a sudden myocardial infarction one day ago when I came home from get off work at the newspaper office."

Can extraordinary people also suffer from myocardial infarction...

Chen Yan needs to confirm the identity of the deer. If the deer is really Jason, he can summon it.

"Is there any other information about Mr. Johnson during his lifetime?"

The woman thought for a moment and said, "Please wait a moment."

She went upstairs first, and returned to the living room a moment later, holding an old-fashioned radio in her hand.

"Here's a tape of Jason hosting a party at Birmingham Street Church last year."

The woman adjusted the radio, and after a while, a melodious and magnetic male voice came from it:

'Ladies and gentlemen……'

It's the sound of a deer for sure.

This is a normal family, which means Lu did not deceive him, and he must immediately fulfill his promise to Lu.

Chen Yan said: "I need a pen and a piece of paper."

The old man brought it to him quickly.

He thought for a moment and wrote the spirit talisman array represented in the ancient imperial language on the paper. Then he stood up, recalling the strange rhythm and rhythm of the deer, and whispered in the ancient imperial language:

"[Mourning the dead, the soul returns]."

A gust of wind came from nowhere, and the flames in the fireplace became more intense. The old man wanted to adjust the air inlet so that the flames would not burn the carpet, but before he could do anything, the flames gradually became smaller until

Disappeared in a few breaths.

The room became cold.

The old man's expression was ugly. He could never have imagined that this heretic was actually a genuine one!

The woman's face was full of excitement. She called Jason's name and her face turned rosy, as if she had welcomed a new life.

Chen Yan watched helplessly as the man's vague spirit body appeared on the spirit body talisman array, and then slowly solidified in less than a second.

The man turned his head and glanced at him, with gratitude in his eyes.

'Thank you.'

After the man finished speaking, he looked at his wife. The emotions in his eyes were extremely complicated, including happiness, worry, fear, and reluctance.

'Emma, ​​what will you do in the future without me...'

The man hugged his wife, but she still called his name in confusion, her expression becoming more and more at a loss.

She couldn't see Jason.

She is not a supernatural person, nor has she opened up her spiritual vision. In any case, she cannot see Jason in the form of a spirit body.

Jason obviously knew about this, and his hand holding Emma began to tremble.

'Emma, ​​I'm here...'

His hand passed through Emma's body, and the non-existent spirit even caused some mental damage to Emma, ​​causing her mental condition to worsen and she started shouting into the air.

He took a step back as if he was electrocuted.

'Emma.'

He calmed down and whispered his wife's name.

'Emma, ​​how are the flowers we planted half a month ago doing?'

Emma couldn't hear his words, and despair took away her strength, causing her to fall to the ground.

Jason squatted beside her and babbled:

'Do you remember when we went to the nursery? The flower shop owner was such a bastard, selling tulips in winter for dozens of times more than in summer.'

'But I still want to buy it for you. If you can't make your family's life happier, what's the use of making so much money?'

'You pulled me to leave, but I still paid. The flower shop owner was very happy. This business can last him a whole winter.'

'We moved the nursery back home, decorated the flower room with insulated plastic, and planted tulips in the flower bed. I heard that those beautiful little things can bloom all winter. Whenever you see it, you will be reminded of it.

Mine?'

Jason was a little disappointed.

'That's too bad, Emma, ​​I don't want you to think about me anymore.'

When he finished speaking, Emma suddenly stopped crying.

She turned around blankly and looked around, her eyes filled with brilliance.

"Jason?"

She called his name softly with an uncertain tone.

Chen Yan was a little surprised. She felt Jason as a spirit body? How is this possible? She is not a transcendent, her pineal gland has not awakened, and she has no spirituality at all. How can she feel Jason's existence?

Jason looked at his wife as if he felt hope, and immediately said again:

'Emma, ​​I'm here.'

He realized that it seemed that he had to keep talking in order for his wife to find his breath.

'Do you remember when Mike was a child? It was summer, he had just learned to walk and still needed to use diapers. That time we didn't change him in time, so he took off the diapers after he had pooped them and applied them all over.

The wall was covered in - he thought it was mud, haha!'

'Later, when Mike grew up, he would get very angry every time we mentioned this matter. For a little boy, it is a shame that cannot be washed away.'

He looked at the anxious old man standing to one side.

'We have been busy with work. If Uncle Sam hadn't helped take care of the children, life would have been a lot more troublesome.'

'Later, Mike went to primary school, then to middle school, until he graduated from middle school in the first two years, and finally left home and went to university.'

'The two of us are left again.'

Jason hurriedly adjusted his words.

'And Uncle Sam.'

Emma stopped turning her vision, and her eyes stayed on the location of Jason's spirit body, with bright light blooming in her eyes.

"Jason."

There was no longer confusion in her tone.

The expression on Jason's face was extremely happy, but his magnetic voice was choked with sobs.

'Emma, ​​I'm here.'
To be continued...