You Are My Gravity

Zhou Ping asked them to spread a clean sheet on the ground, "Go, bring people down."

I couldn't lift it just now because he only had one breath left, relying on the kit under the pillow, so he couldn't move, lift it, and the last breath was gone.

Now that the talisman is posted and fed with the water, it can be moved.

The director and they hurriedly lifted Lao Cai. They thought it was easy, but they didn't expect that several people lifted them with all their energy before they could barely lift it.

The director was surprised: "This old Cai is as skinny as a monkey, why is he so heavy?"

Qin Zhengbai glanced at him: "Nonsense, I've never heard it before. His soul is gone. To put it awkwardly, his body is similar to a corpse. Do you expect him to be as light as alive?"

"Furthermore, my mother used three soul-setting charms to hold him down to prevent him from collapsing in the last breath. These three charms are very heavy."

The director swallowed their saliva and admired Zhou Ping even more.

Originally, there was a bit of doubt, but now I have to believe it. It's a good idea for a person of more than 110 kilograms. At this time, lifting a mountain is like lifting a mountain. Such a weird thing, if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they couldn't believe it. .

Just after leaving the person, several people were exhausted and gasped.

Zhou Ping asked the director to take the fruits from his house and some small snacks, and put them neatly in front of Lao Cai's head. Then he took out the small incense burner he carried with him, lit three incense sticks and placed them around the sheets. Draw the magic circle. Finally put on the spiritual weapon.

After the soul-calling formation was set up, Zhou Ping asked the director: "Does he have any habits?"

The director immediately said: "He... the lens, he bought a lot of expensive camera lenses..."

Zhou Ping sighed, if it wasn't for him...

Qin Zheng stunned the director: "Do you think these are useful? My mother is going to burn his favorite things to call him souls. How can I burn the lens?"

The director scratched his head anxiously: "That...this"

He is an old man, he usually likes collecting lenses the most, and he has no other hobbies.

Zhou Ping waved her hand: "Forget it, cut a bunch of hair with scissors."

The director rushed to get the scissors.

Zhou Ping put it down and didn't use it immediately. She took a look at the time and it was not yet.

Xu Mu silently moved Zhou Ping a chair and asked her to sit down, "Are you hungry? Let me order takeaway."

Zhou Ping looked up at him and said, "I'm a little thirsty."

Xu Mu reached out and stroked the hair around Zhou Ping's cheeks, and asked softly, "What do you want to drink?"

"I want to drink coffee."

Xu Mu: "Okay, then I'll call you coffee, and then order something to eat. You have to stay up late today."

Zhou Ping nodded: "Okay, by the way, let the takeaway brother buy a few candles on the road and order a few more cups of milk tea."

"Yeah." Xu Mu ordered coffee for Zhou Ping and what he had eaten. He asked with some worry: "Your body hasn't recovered in the first place, will you...reluctantly."

Zhou Ping nodded: "This won't take too much attention, it won't, don't worry."

Although she said that, Xu Mu was still a little worried.

When the director saw Zhou Ping set it up, they didn't move, and asked, "Madam, can't you recruit right now?"

Qin Zheng helped Zhou Ping to answer: "You think you can recruit it casually, and it won't work until 12 o'clock in the morning."

They nodded hurriedly to show that they knew. The first time they saw this kind of gods and ghosts, they were a little expectant but scared.