Look, there is magic

The yang energy of holidays will always be heavier, especially on the streets where people come and go, Shen Xuan doesn't want to go out, so he stays in Time Cafe all day on Friday, and even settles dinner there.

The time cafe is very lively at night, many members of Fenghuang in Linshui City gather there.

On the next Saturday, Shen Xuan lazily nestled in a house in Linshui City, watching TV. At this time, the sketches on TV were quite classic and funny.

It's just that when Shen Xuan was amused by the sketch, he felt in a daze that the house he bought was too big, and it seemed empty to be alone.

I don't know what Beaulieu is doing...

When this thought suddenly appeared in his mind, Shen Xuan was startled and almost fell off the sofa.Is he so bored that even his mind is a little out of order?Shen Xuan sighed, but he couldn't suppress this thought.

- want to know

The longer he stayed, the more empty he felt in his heart. Shen Xuan simply took the money and went to the Guangyuan Building. Most of the house was full of unopened daily necessities, and the food was packaged. There is absolutely nothing like that.

Shen Xuan suddenly wanted to eat durian, so he went to the underground supermarket of Guangyuan Building.

Entered the supermarket, walked to the fruit section, and was picking out durians when he heard someone calling his name behind him.

"Shen Xuan!"

Shen Xuan turned his head and saw a stylishly dressed woman walking towards him, with a strong smell of perfume on her body.

"You are?" Shen Xuan asked.

"Your memory is really bad," the woman laughed, "I am your mother's sister, and this is my husband."

"My mother's sister?" Shen Xuan knew who this person was, but he already knew that he was born as an egg, and it was impossible for him to come out of Shen Yuqiu's stomach.

But the human blood in his body might be Shen Yuqiu's blood. When he was still an egg, Dige poured Shen Yuqiu's blood into the egg in order to let him be born.

Standing next to Shen Haijuan was a man in a suit who seemed to be a businessman.

"I'm pretty sure we're not relatives." Thinking of Shen Yuqiu, Shen Xuan felt a little depressed, and he was even less in a good mood when facing this person.

"You look very similar to my sister, how could we not be relatives?" Shen Haijuan put on a look of disbelief, "Could it be that your brother didn't let you recognize us?"

"There is no such thing." Shen Xuan turned around and continued to pick up the durian, "If you don't believe it, you can compare your DMA with mine and you will know."

"Shen Xuan, I know you're still angry about what happened when you were a child," Shen Haijuan changed her tone, "But at that time our family was poor, and my husband's business didn't improve much and he often lost money..."

"What do you want from me?" Shen Xuan didn't bother to listen to her rambling here, so he asked straight to the point.

"You are a real kid." Shen Haijuan was a little embarrassed but still said her purpose. "Actually, I have nothing to do. I just want to ask. Your brother owns an antique shop. Do you know what is more effective for exorcising evil spirits?" ?”

"Exorcism?" Shen Xuan took another look at Shen Haijuan and her husband.

To be honest, although they have bad personalities and are very philistine, there is no big evil, so why ask him about things to exorcise evil spirits?

"Yeah, my son has been a little strange recently, I don't know if he's got into trouble somewhere." Shen Haijuan said.

"Why did you tell him about this?" The man standing beside Shen Haijuan frowned, his tone displeased.

"He is the kid I told you about." Shen Haijuan told him.

Shen Xuan suddenly found that there was some faint spiritual energy attached to the two people, which seemed to be there, and the amount was very small, but there was still there, but if you didn't feel it carefully, you couldn't feel it.

"There are many kinds of exorcising evil spirits, depending on what kind of evil it is." Shen Xuan was a little curious about where the aura of the couple came from.

Upon hearing this, Shen Haijuan squeezed out a warm smile and said, "Shen Xuan, do you want to come to our house for dinner at noon later?"

Shen Xuan originally wanted to refuse, but he thought that he was fine, so he might as well satisfy his curiosity.

"Then interrupt." Shen Xuan said.

"Don't disturb, don't disturb." Shen Haijuan smiled.

Shen Haijuan and her husband live in Linshui City, and the size of their home is not bad.Shen Xuan followed them to their house, and felt a bit of aura before entering the door.

This is... the aura of the warlock?

After Shen Xuan waited for Shen Haijuan to open the door, he went inside and saw a spotted cheetah gracefully lying on the ground and dozing.

spirit?

Shen Xuan looked around the room for a week, during which time his gaze fell on the cheetah-like spirit as if inadvertently, but moved away in an instant.

This spirit's strength has not reached the middle level, and his master's strength is even worse.Moreover, Shen Xuan's eyes turned to a room with a closed door. This warlock, his spiritual energy fluctuations were extremely chaotic.

"The house is a bit messy, don't worry about it." Shen Haijuan said, took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them in front of Shen Xuan, and took out another pair in front of his husband, and she also changed into the slippers herself.

"Hongyi." Shen Haijuan called into the room.

"Why?" The door was suddenly opened, accompanied by an impatient voice.

"Who is he?" The man was about the same height as Shen Xuan, glanced at Shen Xuan, and then asked.

"He is a child raised by your aunt for a while," Shen Haijuan said with a smile, "You guys know each other, take him into your room to play."

"It's really troublesome," Chen Hongyi frowned impatiently and said, "Hey, come in."

Shen Xuan approached Chen Hongyi and found that his aura seemed to be closely related to the breath of life.In other words, his chaotic aura was transformed by his anger.

Seeing this situation for the first time, Shen Xuan couldn't help but take a few more glances.Because of the abnormal loss of anger, his complexion looks very bad. Although it is not as pale as the complexion of someone recovering from a serious illness, it is not good-looking. It is no wonder that Shen Haijuan and her husband suspect that Chen Hongyi is entangled by something up.

"What are you doing standing at the door, come in." Chen Hongyi said again, his tone full of impatience.

"Hongyi, be polite to the guests." Shen Haijuan's husband said to him.

"Tsk."

Shen Xuan entered Chen Hongyi's room, it was a bit messy, with papers scattered everywhere.

"Huh?" From the corner of Shen Xuan's eyes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a piece of drawing paper, and what was drawn on it seemed to be...

"Don't mess with other people's things." Shen Xuan reached out to get the painting, but Chen Hongyi suddenly and quickly took the painting away.

Although he only glanced at it and only saw a part of the painting, Shen Xuan felt that it should be a phoenix.

Black Phoenix?

"Your painting skills are pretty good." Shen Xuan said.

"What do you want to do?" Chen Hongyi carefully rolled up the drawing paper in his hand and asked without raising his head.

"What are you doing?" Shen Xuan tilted his head and repeated in a low voice in doubt, "Your mother asked me to come to your house to play."

"I'm telling the truth, don't mind," Chen Hongyi raised his head and said, "You have an aura that I hate."

"Really..." Shen Xuan smiled, thinking that this guy definitely has a genetic mutation, and the Shen family's genes are definitely not so good, so sensitive to devil energy.

"Do you like black phoenix?" Shen Xuan asked.

"Yes." Chen Hongyi didn't care what Shen Xuan was going to do, and went straight to the table, unfolded the scroll in his hand, spread it on the table, and carefully pressed the four corners of the paper with something.This time, he didn't care whether Shen Xuan saw it or not, he picked up the brush and continued to paint.

Reiki?

The paintbrush in Chen Hongyi's hand was gradually covered and infiltrated by spiritual energy, and then Chen Hongyi started to paint.

Shen Xuan walked to the table and looked down, the black phoenix on the painting was so lifelike, as if it was about to fly out of the painting.

It's a pity, the black phoenix should be painted with magic energy, Shen Xuan thought.

Draw alone, watch alone, time passes without knowing it.Chen Hongyi painted very seriously, to the point of piety, until Shen Haijuan's voice calling them to eat came from outside the door.

"Tsk." With an expression of displeasure on Chen Hongyi's face, he put down his brush, opened the door and walked out.

Shen Xuan went to the toilet to wash his hands first, when Shen Haijuan's husband suddenly came to his side and asked in a low voice, "Look, is my son bewitched?"

Shen Xuan shook his head, and then said: "I tell you very clearly, your son is not bewitched."

The man couldn't believe it, and said, "Isn't there an evil spirit? Then why does Hongyi stay in the room all day? And his complexion is getting worse and worse. To tell you the truth, uncle, I always feel that there is something in the house... ..."

There is indeed something there, the spirit.From the looks of it, Chen Hongyi's sensitivity to demon energy was inherited from his father.

Shen Xuan thought for a while, and asked, "When did your son, Hongyi, become like this?"

"Well, it's hard to say," the man recalled for a while and then said, "It's just the beginning of this month, a week ago... In fact, it was only a few days like this."

At the beginning of the month?Isn't that the time for half-baked warlocks to exterminate demons and seal demons after Yang Luofei's murder...

Shen Xuan felt that there should be some kind of connection between these things.

"Does Hongyi like painting?" Shen Xuan suppressed the doubts in his heart and asked.

"He likes it very much, but the teacher said he has no talent for drawing," Shen Haijuan's husband sighed, "but I think that teacher is talking nonsense. My son draws very well, especially the phoenix. Alas, I just don’t know why he always likes to draw black phoenixes.”

Shen Xuan always felt that he had seen the black phoenix in the painting.

"Is my son really not bewitched?" Shen Haijuan's husband asked again.

"It's definitely not bewitched," Shen Xuan said, "Although Chen Hongyi's face looks ugly, it's not the reason. If you want to make his face look better..."

Shen Xuan suddenly stopped talking, making Shen Haijuan's husband look anxious, and asked: "What should I do?"

"Don't let him animate the pen." Shen Xuan didn't know the specific situation of Chen Hongyi, so he could only think of a solution to treat the symptoms but not the root cause, "Don't say I said it, remember."

"This...is this method useful?" Shen Haijuan's husband looked in disbelief.