"No, my son's illness broke out again..."

Mao Zicheng quickly went over and comforted him with kind words. He could do everything possible. The little boy just looked ahead and cried and howled.

"Leave it to me."

Li Jiangnan asked Mao Zicheng to get out of the way, then squatted and stared at the little boy's eyes, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, just calm down and rest, and just have a nap."

He touched the little boy's head, and slowly poured a warm stream of true energy into his palm. The little boy gradually closed his eyes, fell into his arms, and fell asleep deeply.

Mao Zicheng was secretly surprised.

He knew his son's condition very well. As long as his son burst into tears inexplicably, it would be difficult to calm his son even if he used sedatives. But Li Jiangnan, a young man, just touched his head casually, as if he used hypnosis, his son settled down. This young man was absolutely extraordinary.

Just at this moment, Wu Baichuan looked at Maozi with a meaningful look, as if reminding him: It seems that he is not wrong, your son is weird.

Mao Zicheng didn't know at this moment that his son's condition was serious, and Li Jiangnan, a young man, must be a master with magical skills.

In a hurry, Maozicheng knelt at Li Jiangnan's feet.

He said excitedly: "Mr. Li, Mr. Li!"

"I know you are a miracle doctor, so please think of a way to save my son."

"There are only one male like Mao Xiaotian, our Mao family, who has three generations of single-handedness..."

Mao Zicheng was so anxious that he cried and kowtowed again.

At this moment, Mao Zicheng treated Li Jiangnan very respectfully, as if he had regarded him as a life-saving god.

"Get up, get up quickly, Boss Mao, don't be excited."

"Don't worry, I will cure your son's illness..."

Li Jiangnan and Wu Baichuan City Xilong comforted him together. Then Mao Zicheng stopped and choked up and stood up from the ground.

But he was still trembling and didn't understand whether the so-called "collision" refers to his son being entangled with dirty things.

Mao Zicheng asked.

Li Jiangnan didn't want him to worry too much, so he tried to simplify things as much as possible, and said to him in a broad mind: "Boss Mao doesn't need to think too much."

"The so-called collision has existed since ancient times, and it is not necessarily a supernatural event like evil spirits."

"On the contrary, most people who hit evil or hit evil are caused by the weak and sensitive nature of the patients, coupled with the stimulation and frightening of external things, the psychological world has twisted and hallucinated, and they keep scaring themselves, which is what they often call the inner demon."

"The reason why your son became like this is probably because he saw some unacceptable scenes at his aunt's funeral and was stimulated by some kind of excitement."

Mao Zicheng thought about it and suddenly realized, "It should be."

"His aunt committed suicide by drinking pesticides. She died in great pain. Her face was all black and her eyes were not completely closed. Xiaotian must have been frightened when he saw his aunt's appearance."

Li Jiangnan nodded, "That's right, he was frightened and left a psychological shadow..."

In fact, it is not that simple to hit evil spirits. Those who are unjustly dead often gather resentment and disturb people a lot, especially children with weak yang energy, who are easily invaded by this evil energy.

However, such things will inevitably be beyond the scientific understanding of ordinary people. Li Jiangnan did not explain too much, but he did not want the Russians to be frightened.

It is very simple to cure Maozi's son. Li Jiangnan told Cheng Xilong to catch a rooster, kill it with a knife, and then take a bowl of chicken blood.

Li Jiangnan took the chicken blood and led a few people into the inner room to the bed of the sleeping little boy.

"Boss Mao, please hear it clearly. After removing the evil spirits from him today, you will not be allowed to take him to sacrifice, tomb sweeping, filial piety, or enter graves, crematoriums, morgues and other places with heavy yin energy within half a year. Otherwise, it will cause shock to you again. Do you understand?"

Seeing that he was speaking solemnly, Maozicheng was in awe, "Yes, Mr. Li, I will definitely be more careful."

"Okay, now I'm broken..." Li Jiangnan nodded and said no more.

The Maozi became Wu Baichuan City West Dragon, and they all kept quiet, watching with wide eyes.

I saw that Li Jiangnan picked up the bowl of chicken blood, dipped it with one finger, and pointed a red mark on the little boy's forehead. Then he pinched the trick with one hand, slowly reading the calming mantra, while holding the chicken blood and wandering around the little boy's body. In a short while, the bowl of bright red rooster blood actually turned into a turbid black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Mao Zicheng and others' faces changed, and they knew that all the evil spirits in Xiaotian's body were absorbed into the blood of the rooster.

Mao Zicheng couldn't help but look at Li Jiangnan a few more times. He now gradually developed a sense of intuition that this master had not completely told the matter. His son was definitely not just frightened.

The world is so big that it is really amazing. Unexpectedly, this young Mr. Li is actually a god-like man who is proficient in the art of witchcraft.

"Okay, your son is fine, wake him up."

After hearing what Li Jiangnan said, Mao Zicheng stepped forward and shook his son, his face full of nervousness: "Xiaotian, Xiaotian..."

The little boy slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, his originally pale face gradually became a little more bloody, and his originally empty eyes gradually regained some vitality and agility.

After seeing clearly that it was the Russian, Xiaotian started to do it and asked, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"Dad is sick, his face is so pale, and he sweats a lot..."

When Mao Zicheng saw that he had been stupid and didn't know how to call his father for more than half a year, he was so sane that he was quiet and called him dad again, and his whole body was trembling with excitement.

"Son, my good son, you can call him dad, your illness has finally recovered..."

He excitedly hugged Xiaotian in his arms and burst into tears, "Good son, dad is not sick, dad is just too nervous, too happy..."

As he spoke, he hugged his son tightly and cried out loud.

A kind of happiness that had been lost for a long time has re-warmed his heart.

His beloved son is back.

Wu Baichuan saw it and nodded slowly, showing a gratifying smile.

"Little brother, thank you for your hard work."

"Boss Mao's family will be peaceful from now on."

After hearing this, Mao Zicheng quickly looked solemn and held Li Jiangnan's hand and said, "Mr. Li, thank you for your great kindness and virtue, you have cured my son."

"You are not only kind to me, but also to my whole family. You are the great benefactor of my third generation of the Mao family."

"Mr. Li is here, please accept the three worships of Maozi Cheng..."
Chapter completed!