Reincarnated! My Parents and Brothers Beg for My Forgiveness

Sitting in the car, Yu Su chatted with Wen Chuan.

She did not even look at Yu Zong, which made Yu Zong’s heart ache.

Previously, when they were at home, Yu Su was so obedient and considerate. Such a good child had been lost by the Yu family.

Not long after, the three of them arrived at the ward.

After entering, Yu Zong got someone to move all the things in the car in.

Yu Zheng was also in the ward. When he saw that Yu Su came, his face was filled with joy.

When Yu Ruo saw that Wen Chuan was really here, he was extremely excited.

He could finally get rid of his bad luck!

When everything was ready, Wen Chuan got someone to lock the ward door.

Then, he found a piece of wood from the pile.

With a wave of his hand, the soft wood was carved into Yu Miao’s appearance. Her eyebrows were clear, and her limbs were well-proportioned.

Yu Zheng was slightly shocked and took a step back.

As expected of a metaphysical master. This ability was unbelievably powerful.

Wen Chuan said, “Hand me Yu Miao’s hair and blood.”

Yu Zheng immediately opened the bedside table, took out the paper box, and handed it over.

Wen Chuan took out the strand of hair and wrapped it around the puppet’s body. He then dipped the cinnabar pen in Yu Miao’s blood and smeared it on the puppet’s heart.

Then, he stuck a talisman with the date of birth on the puppet’s stomach.

Wen Chuan’s movements were coherent and powerful. Yu Su watched him intently, carefully thinking about his every move.

She realized that from the beginning of the spell, Wen Chuan’s body had already flashed with a layer of golden light.

This golden light was called mystic light and was a protective barrier.

Wen Chuan had entered the perfected realm and could summon mystic rays. No matter what spell he did, with the enhancement of the mystic rays, his chances of winning would increase by 20%.

He was really too strong.

Yu Su continued to read. Wen Chuan took out another pen and drew classical patterns on the puppet.

Energy fluctuated where the pen landed.

It seemed that Wen Chuan would use his magic power to augment the talisman to achieve a stronger effect.

When Yu Su performed the ritual, she would also use her Dharmic powers, but her Dharmic powers were much weaker.

Yu Su’s heart skipped a beat as she immersed herself in the mysterious mystic techniques.

After that, Wen Chuan carved another puppet. This puppet was very similar to Yu Ruo.

He then took Yu Ruo’s hair and blood and pasted the birth characters and talismans on the puppet.

When the two puppets were ready, Wen Chuan looked at Yu Su and said, “Yu Su, light a yellow candle. Don’t let the yellow candle extinguish. I’ll start working on the spell immediately.”

Yu Su’s eyes lit up and she nodded. “No problem.”

Usually, when casting spells, the person who controlled the yellow candle was the person who cast the spell.

But now, the two of them were controlling it together.

This could disrupt the other party’s vision and cause the metaphysical masters opposite them to be unable to withstand it.

Yu Su walked towards the pile of boxes where the items were placed and chose two yellow candles of the best quality.

She lit the yellow candle and pasted a protecting talisman on the base.

Then, she placed the two yellow candles on the table and chanted an incantation at them.

After she was done, she looked at Wen Chuan.

Wen Chuan nodded and looked at the three of them. “I’ll start casting the spell.

Don’t make a sound or move. Otherwise, the spell will fail.”

Yu Zheng tried his best to nod. Even if he was surprised, he would cover his mouth and not make a sound, lest it affected the outcome.

Wen Chuan looked at the puppet in front of him again and waved his hand.

The two lying puppets actually stood up magically and moved around the table.

Yu Su looked over and saw that both puppets were emitting white smoke. The smoke gradually moved up until the two wisps of white smoke fused together.

The two puppets gradually approached until they stood with their backs facing each other.

The white smoke formed a bunch.

Wen Chuan chanted an incantation silently. His eyes were cold as he said to the puppet, “Fuse, guide, and separate!”

The white smoke kept spinning like a tornado.

A few seconds later, they completely fused into one.

Three seconds later, the white smoke began to sway violently. The smoke floated and gradually separated into two bundles of smoke.

A puff of smoke was thick and white.

The color was very faint. If one did not look carefully, they would not notice it.

At this moment, in a courtyard outside the Daoist Association.

Yu Miao had a splitting headache and her heart was beating very fast. She felt very uncomfortable and felt like her soul was about to dissipate.

She squeezed her eyes shut and groaned in pain.

The consecutive days of fever made her brain muddled and unable to think. She only felt uncomfortable all over, but she could not tell what was wrong..