destiny

Style: Gaming Author: Mo Ye QingxueWords: 1461Update Time: 24/01/12 04:39:57
"...It shouldn't be. Has he been hit by any spells before?" Wu Haoyuan pinched his fingers and looked solemn. Seeing that Luo Fan was confused, he turned to ask Qin Yan.

"???I don't know either. Apart from that bird, I don't know much about their family's situation."

"Think carefully, have you ever met anyone who knows Taoism?"

"Ling Xue...it's just the girl who came with me that day, does it count? Oh, there's another one, I don't know if it counts, but that bird really can't beat him."

After listening, Wu Haoyuan took a small piece of jelly grass and inserted it into a bottle filled with colorless and opaque liquid. After soaking for a few seconds, he took it out and gently swept it on the back of Luo Fan's hand. After a while, a shallow curse mark appeared. "It has actually been a few years... He has been suppressed for these past few years without noticing it. Unexpectedly, although the thunder did not take his life, it accidentally activated the old magic. I can only devote all my efforts to practice Only by doing this can he save his life, but... it cannot be completely resolved."

"All the cultivation?! Is it so serious... Is there no other way?" Qin Yan was deeply shocked, "Mr. Wu, why have you been practicing here for a long time, to cross the soul and suppress the palace?"

Wu Haoyuan nodded and sighed: "That spell will continue to consume his vitality, but it used to be very slow and almost negligible, but now... speaking of it, it can be considered as my fault."

"Old Wu..." The silver-haired boy heard something in his hazy consciousness and whispered, "It doesn't matter what I do, Luo Fan... is important."

"What this child is currently suffering is not physical damage, but mental damage. There is nothing I can do about it. Whether he wants to wake up and when he wakes up depends on your fate." Bite the fingertips, draw talismans and burn them to drive away the surrounding dead souls. , "I'm getting old, and my cultivation has regressed and I have very little left, and it will all be gone sooner or later. It's useless to keep it anyway, it's better to..." After the words fell, Luo Fan stayed in the meditating posture, and he sat cross-legged behind him, Place your palms against the opponent's back and begin to pass on your cultivation.

After a long while, he spoke again: "Qin Yan, do you know that you have yin and yang eyes?"

"...To be honest, I would rather believe that the ghost I just saw was a random accident."

"Then can you see the baby spirit on your back?"

Qin Yan was startled and felt a chill running down his spine. Without daring to look back, he stretched out his hand first and held a little foot. "No..." The expression on his face seemed to be frozen. He looked back with half-squinted eyes, only to see half of his sunken head. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I tried to pull him down, "...so among so many ghosts, how did I survive until today? Now I'm not even sure if I'm a normal human being." His voice trembled, feeling This scene hurt my eyes, so I closed my eyes and covered my mouth.

"I'm not bluffing you. Yin-yang eyes can easily attract ghosts."

"I'm still working in this funeral home. Is it like food for ghosts? I really can't accept it! This is too difficult. It has to subvert all my previous understandings, although half of them have been broken. But still, it’s still... it’s too difficult. Doesn’t this mean that I have nothing to do with these things anymore?!”

"The situation has been decided. It is unlikely that you will escape unscathed now." Wu Haoyuan suddenly coughed violently, and it took him a long time to recover. "As for me, I also need to find a young man to inherit the mantle."

Hearing his words, Qin Yan instantly understood the cause and effect: "Is this something you want me to agree to?"

"Haha, actually I don't think you are suitable, but..." Wu Haoyuan took out a turtle board with Qin Yan's birth date engraved on it, "It can't be wrong."

"...Things that both parties feel are inappropriate have to be handed over to metaphysics. I don't seem to reject this option." Qin Yan was paralyzed, but still tried to pull away the Yingling holding his arm, "But why me? Baili Zixi is obviously a better candidate."

"Women have strong Yin energy, so they are not suitable for this kind of work. Besides, she has not opened her Yin and Yang eyes, so there is no need to get involved."

"I understand the truth, but it's mainly because it's difficult to accept... So why does this little thing always hold me and won't let go?!" Qin Yan expressed fear and evoked some strange memories.

"Pichu!" Lika couldn't stand it anymore, so she jumped onto Qin Yan's shoulder and controlled the electric current to demonstrate to the infant spirit.

As a result... Yingling was frightened and cried loudly.

"It's too outrageous..." Qin Yan was dizzy from the sound of crying, and quickly covered the side of his ear facing Yingling with his other hand, "Regardless of my own wishes, I'm afraid that based on my ability to bear it, It’s also a difficult task to take on. It’s really strange how it figured out me.”

"Pichu!" Lika quickly stabilized her mind, pounced on the infant spirit, and tore it off Qin Yan's arm.

As expected, Yingling cried louder.

Lika didn't accept this and pushed it out forcefully. "Pichu! Pichu Pichu Pichu!" [The bad guy said! Ghosts are not allowed to disturb strangers! ]

"I'll send him away, and I'll leave you some room to think about it." When Wu Haoyuan finished casting the spell, he burned incense and led the infant spirit outside.

"...Thank you." Even so, Qin Yan was still irritated.