I'll hand over the system soon.

Qiao Fei pointed at Sancho in horror and asked the servant: "You...can't you see it?"

Hearing this, the servant looked in the direction she was pointing and said impatiently: "There is nothing. Madam, do you have a fever?"

The servant's annoyance was too obvious. Qiao Fein reluctantly retracted his hand and smiled with a pale face: "No, I saw it wrong."

"Really, I don't know why I was so surprised." The servant complained as he brought cleaning tools and cleaned up the fragments of the vase in the room.

"Aren't you my patron saint? Why did you wait until my life was almost over to show up? Why didn't you show up before I lost everything?"

Forget it, the appearance of this patron saint itself is a fantasy.

Sancho, who was suspended in mid-air, smiled sarcastically and indifferently.

Sancho's lips curled up slightly, "Go find a knife and put two drops of your blood on the jade pendant."

Although her mission is to save Qiao Fei, there is no sense in the love brain, but she must not let Qiao Fei take her existence for granted, and her future help and rescue should also be deserved.

Sancho ignored Qiao Fei's murmur, "Brain cancer in its advanced stage is really difficult to cure, but I think you don't really want to live, so just take your brother and die with you. If you die, everything will be over. That's good." of."

Sancho paused for a moment as he spoke, and realized later that he looked like a cheat in his current situation.

Putting aside this strange illusion, Sancho said to Qiao Fei: "The first step to save yourself is to learn medical skills."

After the blood was absorbed by the jade pendant, Sancho could clearly feel a connection between herself and Qiao Fei. She got back into the jade pendant again, and before Qiao Fei called out to her in horror, she comforted him: "I'm not leaving, I'm just going back to Jade Peri." ”

Sancho turned around, and her shadow was exposed to the sunlight. The sunlight penetrated her body and shone straight down. She looked very warm, but the words Sancho said were more poisonous and more heart-breaking.

Qiao Fei was still frightened in her heart, but she could barely hold it in. Instead of answering Sancho's question, she asked tremblingly: "Who are you? Are you a ghost?"

Qiao Fei, who was a little down on life and death a second ago, suddenly knelt on the ground, "I beg you to save my brother. He is still young and has not experienced many things. He should not leave this world at such a young age. "

First, arrange for yourself an identity that can disarm Qiao Fei.

However, it is unknown how long it will take for this spirit to develop spiritual wisdom.

"I told you, I am the spirit in the jade pendant, but I can barely be called your patron saint."

"If you want to say anything from now on, you can talk to me directly with your mind." Sancho reminded.

Qiao Fei was at a loss for words. She felt that this so-called patron saint had a venomous mouth and was not like a patron saint at all, but there was no point in worrying about this.

"And," Sancho turned back to Qiao Fei, looked down at her, and asked bluntly: "Do you like to put yourself in the position of the rescued? Why don't you think about how to save yourself, but instead count on other beings to save you? And you?"

She is in a desperate situation. In this desperate situation, there is no light or any help. How can she save herself?

"Go buy a human body meridian map and a medical meridian acupuncture manikin."

Before her family went bankrupt, before her father jumped off a building, before her mother committed suicide, before her brother discovered leukemia, before she... married Lu Yunchen.

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After saying that, she looked at Sancho hopefully: "But how can I save myself?"

"I am the spirit living in this jade pendant. Now you are the owner of the jade pendant, so I can barely be regarded as your patron saint." Sancho said nonsense without changing his expression.

Qiao Fei lowered his head again and said in a calm voice: "There is no chance, I can't save myself."

She was dying and had only a few months to live.

Sancho tilted his head, "No, I'm not a ghost, I'm your patron saint."

Qiao Fei was stunned for a moment, and then slowly replied: "When I still have a lot."

Qiao Fei, who was kneeling on the ground, did not dare to refute Sancho and hurriedly agreed: "Okay, okay, I will save myself, I will save myself."

As soon as the blood came into contact with the jade pendant, it was slowly absorbed by the jade pendant. In a moment, a dark red appeared in the middle of the jade pendant. The dark red was irregular, like a flower or a gust of wind. It didn't look evil. On the contrary, it seems to have injected soul into the jade pendant.

Qiao Fei was shocked again, because this time she discovered that Sancho's voice did not come to her ears from the outside world, but sounded directly in her head.

After the servant went out, Sancho tilted his head and asked before Qiao Fei could speak: "Are you the madam or is she the madam?"

When she had lost everything.

Qiao Fei lowered her head and grasped the jade pendant around her neck, "My grandma gave it to me."

It was the only valuable thing on her body. If she hadn't gotten money from Lu Yunchen yesterday, she planned to sell this jade pendant to Taotao to raise medical expenses.

Listening to Sancho's tone becoming calmer, Qiao Fei shook his head subconsciously, "No problem, but is it really too late to learn now?"

Qiao Fei was still dubious. If this was really her patron saint, "Then why did you show up now?"

But Qiao Fei suddenly stopped and said: "Wait! How do you know that I have terminal brain cancer? Can you really save me? If you can save me, you can also save my brother, right?"

At the end, there is another sentence: "Madam, be careful next time. The vases in this house are very expensive. You can't afford them with your current wealth."

However, she was not cheating on Qiao Fei. The piece of jade she wore around her neck was indeed of excellent quality. If given enough time, it could indeed breed spirits.

This sentence seemed to inject a clear spring into Qiao Fei's dry and withered soul. She raised her head in disbelief, "Really? Do I still have a chance to save myself?"

As he spoke, Sancho's shadow gradually faded and seemed about to disappear at any moment.

The shadow solidified again, and Sancho said with a cold face, "I said, people can only save themselves. If you are counting on me, then you should take your brother to die with you."

Qiao Fei, who had placed all her hopes on Sancho, followed the instructions without hesitation. She was too anxious to find a knife, so she bit her finger and dripped blood on the jade pendant around her neck.

"What's the problem?" Sancho asked calmly.

Qiao Fei was stunned, "You want me to teach myself medical skills to save me and my brother?"

"Then when do you think I should show up?"

Sancho straightened up, "Who said there was no such thing? Am I here?"

Just after she asked, she shook her head as if denying herself and murmured: "How is that possible? If terminal diseases were so easy to cure, there wouldn't be so many people dying in the world."

Are there really ghosts in this world?

"Patron Saint?" Qiao Fei's eyes widened.

This sounds too far-fetched.

"I have the final say whether it's too late or not."

Sancho's tone was very arrogant, but this arrogance actually calmed Qiao Fei's heart.