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Song Nan also realized that he said the wrong thing and quickly brought me a bowl of porridge.

Soft rice porridge with fragrant and waxy texture, rice porridge, hehe.

"Song Nan." I put down the congee. He was experienced and knowledgeable, so he might have a way. "What would happen if a normal person ate Wu Millet's ghost candy?"

When Song Nan heard that, his eyes were filled with doubt: "Why would a normal person eat Wu Millet's ghost candy? What happened? "

I could only tell the whole story to Song Nan. Song Nan frowned. This should be the first time something like this happened.

Song Nan asked me, "You guys saw that he had already recovered?"

I nodded my head. At that time, Uncle Zhao looked to be in a very good mood.

"That's weird, he was in such a good mental state back then, how could he have mutated, unless something dirty was trying to lure him in." Song Nan's answer was a bit unexpected, but it couldn't be said that it was completely impossible.

"Then come with us tomorrow." I calmly said this to him. Since he is using me, isn't it too much of a loss for him to keep getting demands from me? It is only right for him to do something for me.

Song Nan didn't care about my attitude. He just nodded.

"Right, why don't you give me a name?" I gnawed on the chicken leg and said to Song Nan with a greasy mouth.

"It's good to be called Bai Bai. Do you still want to use another name?" Song Nan's eyes were a little evasive. I remembered that complaint in July. 'Bai Bai', did it have any special meaning?

"It's just a small name, we need a big name for nothing!" What I think is, what if the real body and Bai Bai were to be taken away, and the ghost girl had to give Bai Bai a big name in the seventh month? I might as well get it in advance.

Song Nan lowered his head and thought for a while. He then asked Bai Bai, "Can you tell me the same?"

After a long silence, I felt that he seemed to be in low spirits. He definitely didn't like it, but he was too embarrassed to refuse.

"Hey!" Song Nan! What name did you give to my baby? If he doesn't like it, then hurry up and think of your own ways! " His mother had to be brave enough to beat his head off and not bow her head to the forces of evil!

"No, Mama, I like it, so call it." Pui! Liar! I couldn't hear any happiness in this voice.

However, why do I feel a sense of familiarity with the name?! After thinking about it carefully, I still couldn't figure it out. Perhaps the frequency of this word was too high, causing me to have an illusion of being familiar with it.

The next morning, Wu Mi came to pick me up, while senior apprentice brother Zuo Ming was already sitting in the passenger seat. So it turns out Wu Mi also thought of Senior Brother Zuo Ming, but they didn't think that I would bring Song Nan along.

Song Nan didn't like Zu Ming, so the atmosphere in the car was a bit awkward and no one dared to speak up.

No one dared to speak, no one dared to. The little guy in my stomach, I don't know what's wrong with it, but he spoke to the big brother in front of me in a childish voice, "Zuo Ming, I already have a name. It's also the right name."

After hearing what she said, senior brother Zuo Ming was shocked. He turned around with a strange and dazed expression on his face, as if he had been shocked silly.

Xiao Bai actually continued, "Su Chen and I already have a soul contract, so you should put it down, right?"

At this point, the atmosphere in the car became even stranger. Wu Mi simply stopped the car by the side of the road and looked out the window without saying a word. It seemed to be saying, "If you have something to do, hurry up and finish it. I don't know anything."

"I'm sorry for making you wait so long, I only remembered what happened recently." Whitey's tender voice sounded as sad as the old man's, "I've committed too many sins, so I deserve this punishment. Don't resent me for anything else."

Only then did I remember, in Yin Tongtian's memory, the girl named Xu also. I looked at Song Nan. Could he have known this a long time ago?

Song Nan shrugged with an innocent look. I don't believe him. The last time he said that his white face looked like that Xu, he must have guessed something.

It turned out Xiao Bai was actually the reincarnation of his senior brother Zuming's lover. Ahimba, what wicked deeds did he do in his previous life that caused him to become a ghost?!

Now was clearly not the time to discuss this issue. Bai San had sent a completely defeated senior brother, who sat paralyzed in his seat, completely lifeless. Xiao Bai also sealed off his consciousness, falling into a deep sleep.

What can I do now, what can I do? Chow!

With such small matters in mind and great danger in life, of course, it was better to continue forward.

Besides, I can go and fight to the death with the person who bullied Bai Bai and help him pursue the person he likes. However, I am helpless against what is happening right now …

Song Nan extended his hand over and clenched it tightly. I wanted to break away, but I felt I had done something more intimate, and why bother.

The car had just arrived at Zhao Gong's house, but before it came to a stop, Zhao Gong had already come out to greet him.

Zhao Gong was currently in a very sorry state. His left hand was wrapped in a thick bandage, and his face was also bandaged.

"What happened to you?" I got out of the car and looked closer. The gauze was slightly drenched with blood.

"My dad came back to his senses a while ago. He said it was hard to tie him up, so I let him go." Zhao Gong was quite helpless. "Who knew that the moment I let him go, he'll start to bite me!"

"What about him now? Are they still being tied up? " If we enter the door later, will we see a zombie running around?

"I tied him up again yesterday and didn't let him go."

This reply made me secretly heave a sigh of relief. The situation shouldn't be so bloody.

Looking back at the dazed senior brother, we decided to leave him here and join our party whenever he comes out.

This time, the stench of blood was not that great. However, it had an unrelenting stench of feces and urine that was even heavier than the smell of blood.

When he got to the bedroom, the old man on the bed was no longer as radiant as before. His eyes were slanted to the side and mucus was constantly flowing out of his nose and mouth.

Who controlled all of this? To let an amiable old man eat the ashes of his beloved wife and hurt his son to such an extent was abominable!

"Right!" Zhao Gong seemed to have suddenly thought of something. Patting his head, he turned around and ran outside, saying, "Look at my brain …"

I looked at his back speechlessly. What did he think of?

"July, look!" Suddenly, Song Nan reached out his hand to tug on my sleeve and pointed at Uncle Zhao on the bed.

The viscous liquid flowing out of his mouth suddenly sparkled!

As I drew closer, the light suddenly shot up, and my eyes hurt so much that I could see nothing.