Liu Yuqing and the other two took the mask, looked at Song Qingfeng.

"Qingfeng, you didn't let us wear this mask out?" Song's mother looked embarrassed. She wanted to wear this mask out, but the villagers thought she had something wrong with her mind.

"Mom, just try it on your mask." Song Qingfeng smiled mysteriously.

Song's mother half-believed and half-doubted, and as soon as the mask was put on her face, it turned into a white light that disappeared without a trace.

Looking at Song's mother again, she has returned to her previous appearance.

"This is so amazing!" Song's father and the other two looked shocked. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed that it was true.

Song's mother touched her face, "Why is the mask missing?"

"This is a illusion mask. After wearing it on your face, you can transform into the various shapes you want to become. You have not yet cultivated your true nature and cannot control it." Song Qingfeng explained, and at the same time took off the mask on his face, allowing everyone to see their true appearance.

"I was afraid you would be scared before, so I also wore a transformed mask." His appearance is younger than ten years ago. If he didn't wear a mask, they would definitely not recognize him.

Everyone nodded, and father Song and Liu Yuqing also put masks on their faces respectively.

"It's really amazing when I put on it, I don't feel like wearing a mask at all." Song's father rubbed his face, and the touch was exactly the same as not wearing a mask.

"Dad, give me a mask too." Song Ziyuan felt envious when he saw that his mother and grandparents had masks.

Song Qingfeng reached out and rubbed Song Ziyuan's hair, "Dad has something better for you."

"What?" Song Ziyuan looked expectant.

Song Qingfeng took out a storage bag and handed it to Song Ziyuan, "This is a storage bag, which has a room as big as a room, and you can put all your things in it." Ziyuan has no spiritual sense yet, and he can't open the storage ring for him, but the storage bag is different. It can be used as long as the blood contract is dripping.

"Thank you, dad, how do you use this?" Song Ziyuan happily took the storage bag and began to study it. The storage bag was a bit like a purse, the size of a palm, and its mouth was sealed. He couldn't pull it open after trying it, and he didn't know how to put it in.

"This one needs to be used with a drop of your blood. Are you afraid of pain?" Song Qingfeng looked at Song Ziyuan with a doting heart, his eyes full of gentle smile.

"Not afraid." Song Ziyuan shook his head, put his finger in his mouth and took a bite, then dripped the blood from the fingers onto the storage bag.

Song Qingfeng smiled, reached out to pick up Song Ziyuan's injured hand, took out a jade bottle and opened it, dripping a drop of light green liquid on Song Ziyuan's injured fingers, and then saw that the wound was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon the wound disappeared.

"It's gone." Song Ziyuan withdrew his hand and looked at his fingers carefully. He found that there was no trace of it, not to mention the wounds.

Liu Yuqing and the other two came to their senses and shook their heads with a smile. Today they brought them too much shock, so now they are gradually getting used to it.

"Qingfeng, can you make people come back to life?" asked Song's father. The Taishang Laojun in Journey to the West had a fairy pill for come back to life. Qingfeng is also an immortal now, I wonder if he will have it.
Chapter completed!