Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

Chu Yao's vision went dark, and the furniture in the room began to twist and rotate, and finally transformed into a colorful wave of color blocks.

There seemed to be an infinite suction force in front of her, which quickly brought her to the next point in time.

It was still that dark room. Although Yu Xiaoyang's face could not be seen clearly, just by looking at her figure, which had lost a lot of weight, one could tell that she must have encountered difficulties recently.

The man in white robe was sitting on the chair opposite, and they continued their last conversation.

Yu Xiaoyang deliberately did not ask Lulu to avoid it, but asked her to stay aside.

Looking at her daughter's confused eyes, Yu Xiaoyang felt a pain in her heart, but she knew that this was a task she had to complete.

The man in white robe took out the special glass bottle from his pocket. The solution in it was less than half of the last time.

"There are not many reagents left. Your success rate this time will not be very high. You have to think clearly." The man in white robe sighed, "If you fail more than three times, your soul will never be able to rest in peace, just like we did before. .”

Before?

Chu Yao squinted his eyes. What did they mean when they said that the soul could not rest in peace?

As far as she knew, the dead souls in this world were managed by the underworld, and there had never been any problems before.

On the contrary, starting from Yu Xiaoyang's death, many people's souls disappeared.

Yu Xiaoyang nodded solemnly. For some reason, she couldn't help but glance at her daughter.

Guilt and pain showed in her eyes, and Yu Xiaoyang's heartfelt words came to Chu Yao's ears.

"If I hadn't kept Lulu in this world, she wouldn't have been tortured by illness forever."

"It's all my fault, I must not fail this time."

Her choice of words was very strange. Lulu had leukemia, and there were only two outcomes of treatment, either recovery or death from the disease.

How could it be possible to be tortured by illness forever?

Could it be that Yu Lu's leukemia would allow her to gain eternal life, at the cost of a lifetime of illness?

The man in white robe placed the reagent on the coffee table and waved in Chu Yao's direction.

"Go, don't be afraid." Yu Xiaoyang pushed her in front of the man in white robe and turned her around.

Chu Yao felt a pinprick-like pain in the back of his neck. It was not very severe and bearable, just a little warm.

This should be the origin of Lulu's "birthmark". The characters tattooed on it seem to have a protective power.

Lulu is young and her memory is easily confused.

As long as Yu Xiaoyang kept telling her that she did have this birthmark on the back of her neck, she would naturally believe it over time.

Seeing his daughter's amulet, Yu Xiaoyang felt much relieved.

She picked up the liquid on the table and drank it all in one gulp. Perhaps because the dose of the test was very small this time, her reaction was not as strong as last time, but her body still collapsed on the ground involuntarily.

The man in white robe walked up to her and took out another bottle with some fine powder in it.

He poured the powder on the ground, forming a double-layered circle that could accommodate Yu Xiaoyang's body, and added twelve smaller circles between the two circles.

Then, he took out the dagger and cut open his index finger.

He wrote a character in each small circle. Most of them were characters in Yu Xiaoyang's human leather book, but some of them were ones that Chu Yao had never seen before.

The blood on one finger was far from enough. The index, middle, and ring fingers of the white-robed man's hands were all injured before he could complete this formation.

He took out the last prop - a hexahedron made of pure gold, and placed it on Yu Xiaoyang's heart.