Chapter 1520： luck

The soul is not as dark as the ghost, but a chaotic blue-gray color, with a little white, a little red...disorganized, like phosphor glowing in a dark cave, foggy, and occasionally flashes for a moment Psychedelic colorful light.

Frankly speaking, this scene is a bit horrible, watching the soul be pulled out, just like a skinned pangolin, a small turtle with its shell removed, revealing the most vulnerable part, defenseless, even the breath of others A little heavier, it seems to be able to blow it away.

Mu Zi didn't disturb Tangtang aloud, looked for a while, retracted his gaze, and watched the twins intently.

Separating the confused soul is not an easy task.

It is like two eggs placed side by side. The liquid of one egg leaks into the other egg.

The egg white is mixed with egg white, and the yolk is mixed with egg yolk. It not only takes a long, long time, but also requires very, very careful to distinguish completely.

Even if it is a separation operation for conjoined twins, it also involves organ segmentation and re-suturing of nerves and blood vessels.

Several times, Mu Zi almost fell asleep, and then she woke up again. She saw Tangtang still focusing on sorting out the chaotic soul, and she was ashamed and pinched herself a few times.

At about 2 in the morning, the other little baby moved, somewhat driven to wake up.

Mu Zi fed some milk from a bottle. The baby drank the milk and fell asleep again.

This child is poor, there are not many three souls and seven souls, and now only the instinctive needs of food and clothing are left.

After going through the most sleepy period, Mu Zi gradually became more energetic. While taking care of the baby, he would also pay attention to Tangtang's situation.

Tangtang didn't smile at this time. She combed her soul calmly, her blood pupils were dazzling, her ink hair drooping, she was indeed a bit of a strategizing evil spirit.

After the combing is over, the separated souls are slowly forced into the bodies of the two babies.

Tangtang let out a sigh of relief, and the whole person seemed a lot relaxed.

Seeing her pale, Mu Zi touched her hand, cold like a block of ice, and asked, "Would you like hot water?"

Tangtang shook his head: "I'm not thirsty."

Mu Zi said, "I want you to warm your hands."

Tangtang didn't appreciate it, "Hey...people just want to put their hands on Gu Liang's chest to warm them..."

The corner of Mu Zi's mouth twitched, "Heh, whatever you want."

The two sat in the room for a while, and the little baby fell asleep, silent.

Mu Zi asked softly, "Is this a success?"

Tangtang looked at the starry sky outside the window, "Wait for the sun to come out... If there is no panic during this time, it should be considered a success."

She turned her head, looked at the twins in the stroller, with a faint smile on her face, and said, "He has good luck and lacks a body of soul. For ghosts and spirits, he is the best place to shelter. Seized it, but his body is very clean."

Mu Zi was silent for a moment, and said a rare compliment: "They can meet you, it is the greatest luck."

Tangtang accepted it without humility: "It really is."

Looking at the young baby in front of her, she unconsciously thought of herself, she muttered to herself: "If I could also be born in this world, I don't know what it will be like now..."

"Do you often think of the past?" Mu Zi asked softly.

"Very few, nothing to think about." She shook her head, "It was too bitter before, and we would be beaten if we weren't obedient. The dead old man used wicker to pump us, soaked in the ashes of the water, and if we pumped it a few more times, it would really kill us ."

"You?" Mu Zi couldn't help asking, "Does that person raise a lot of ghosts?"

Tangtang glanced at Mu Zi disgustingly, as if she was rare and strange.

"Since you are raising ghosts, you must be fed. How can you grow up if you don't feed them? He will keep many little ghosts in a clay pot. If he doesn't want to be feed, he must try to eat other ghosts."

She sighed faintly, with a low voice: "Later...I was the only one left in the jar. Now think about it, if we were not kids, maybe we could be friends..."