She nodded, "Grandma used the soul-leaving technique to ask me to beg you."
"Do you want me to help you survive?" I asked tremblingly, "Then if your soul allows me to be completely controlled by you, wouldn't I disappear..."
"No, after you enter my body, you are on the outside and I am on the inside. I am no longer able to control my own destiny!"
"Aren't you afraid that I will devour your soul?" I regretted it when I said it. I am an atheist, how could I ask such a ridiculous question, "Are you kidding me?"
She walked towards me slowly, stretched out her hand, put it on my forehead, as if predicting something, and said: "You... Are a good person, I believe you, and everything I said is true..."