Listening to Gao Shanjing's words, Qing Hong did not answer, but stared at Ming Chuan with a look of doubt and incomprehension. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"What's wrong?" asked Takayama Jing.

Qing Hong shook her head slightly, did not speak, and kept her eyes on Ming Chuan's body.

After a while, Jing Hong asked a little puzzled, "This person is a human being, right?"

"Isn't he like a human?" asked Gao Shan Jing a little strangely.

"Like. Jing Hong nodded, then shook her head again, "But ghost...... It's weird. ”

"There is no such ghost aura in a living human, do you want to say that?" asked Takayama Jing.

"Hmm......" there was hesitation in Ching Hong's voice, "There won't be so much ghost energy in living humans, but there won't be such ghost qi in dead humans. ”

"Can you make it clear all at once?" Gao Shan Jing listened a little impatiently, but his eyes stared at Ming Chuan solemnly, "What is the secret of this guy?"

Jing Hong shook her head.

"Hehehehehe. Gao Shanjing laughed, contrary to his previous displeasure and impatience, it seemed to be quite pleasant, the more he laughed, the louder he became, and finally the whole carriage was filled with his laughter.

Qing Hong seemed to be very accustomed to it, and looked at Gao Shan Jing with an expressionless face and laughed wildly.

After a while, the laughter finally stopped.

"It's so much fun. Gao Shanjing raised his finger and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "It's getting more and more interesting." This guy originally thought it was just a little white face that Ah Ling fell in love with, but I didn't expect it to be really ......"

Speaking of this, Gao Shanjing stopped abruptly, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes: "You say, if I completely break this man, what kind of expression will Ah Ling have?"

Qing Hong didn't speak, her dark red eyes showed a hint of puzzlement, and she didn't understand what Gao Shanjing was talking about.

Of course, Gao Shanjing didn't really ask Jing Hong, and he didn't care at all if he didn't get an answer, but he just looked at Ming Chuan's eyes more and more eagerly.

When Ming Chuan opened his eyes, he happened to be looking at Takayama Jing eagerly and a somewhat abnormal gaze.

……

In his sleep, although Ming Chuan didn't understand what the sound was, with the flow of ghost energy in his body, he could clearly feel that his body was slowly recovering.

The ghost was mending the wounds on his body.

As if in a dream, his consciousness floated up at this time, and he looked at his body from a divine perspective, and saw the ghost qi slowly wandering all over his body, fusing with his own flesh and blood at the wound, and then, like a pale black adhesive, slowly gluing the flesh and blood at the wound.

Ming Chuan felt very strange at this time.

It's not the first time to look at his body like this, his dreams have always been a little strange lately, but what is happening at this moment makes him feel a little weird.

The ghost qi that had been raging in his body all this time was able to repair his wounds at this time. He knew very well in his heart that this was all due to that voice, and it was precisely because that voice had been chanting strange incantations that the ghost energy in his body would have this effect.

This spell can control the ghost energy in his body.

The first person that came to mind in Mingchuan was Takayama Kaguya.

But that voice was not the same as Takayama Kaguya's slightly low, soft voice, more calm, rich, slightly hoarse, and it sounded like a nostalgic familiarity.

Who is it?

Who is this voice?

Ming Chuan thought hard about his memories, trying to find the owner of the voice from the depths of his memory, but he felt a confusion in his mind, and a strong headache hit him, even if he was asleep, it also made him feel unbearable.

Can't think at all.

Is it because you are in a dream, so your thinking is hindered?

No.

Something was holding him back, someone who didn't want him to remember who the owner of this voice was.

Mingchuan stopped thinking, but he didn't give up, he knew that now was not the time, and he couldn't rush it. Some mysteries must be solved slowly, little by little. There are some things that must be explored step by step.

He can't be anxious, no matter how eager his heart is, in the current state, he can only endure it.

He controlled his consciousness and forcibly focused his attention on his body.

The ghost qi was still flowing in his body, very slowly, and little by little towards the injured parts of his body.

The wound couldn't be seen from the outside, but Ming Chuan knew that under the epidermis that was still festering, the muscle tissue was constantly wriggling and repairing. The part of the palm of the hand that was pierced by Ying Lan had grown fresh and tender new flesh inside. All the wounds are starting from the inside, healing little by little.

Not only did the wound heal quickly, but the physical and mental strength that had been lost was also rapidly recovering.

Ming Chuan felt that if this continued, it wouldn't take long for the injuries on his body to heal.

If he can do this in the future, he doesn't need to go to the hospital at all, and he doesn't need to endure Cheng Jin's poisonous tongue.

However, this cannot happen every time he is injured, he has been seriously injured several times before, and this sound has never been heard.

It seems that this thing is also out of time, no, from past experience, it was a complete accident that it appeared this time.

Instead of relying on this somewhat inexplicable voice, it is better to memorize this mantra yourself, and maybe you will be able to use it later.

Thinking of this, Ming Chuan concentrated and listened carefully to this voice.

The incantation wasn't long, and the familiar voice was chanting over and over in his head, but he found that he couldn't remember a word at all.

The language in which the mantra was recited was very strange, not the usual Sanskrit sounds, and not any of the words he was familiar with. He had never heard of it at all. The pronunciation of this language was also completely different from the native language in which he usually spoke, and Ming Chuan found that with the structure of his tongue, he could not make a similar sound at all.

It feels like the tongue of the person who is reciting the mantra must have a forked tongue. Otherwise, he really couldn't understand how a normal human could make such a strange sound.

The idea of forcibly writing down the spell was shattered, and Ming Chuan didn't pay much attention to it, and his attention was quickly attracted by the abnormality of his body.

He noticed that in addition to the rapid healing of the wound from the inside, there was another change in his body.

The ghost aura has become more intense.

The ghost qi that was originally just a mist flowing in the blood gradually condensed into a trickle, and it seemed to have condensed into a liquid state.

Mingchuan knew that this was not an illusion.

He couldn't help but be startled, and then, with a whirlwind, he opened his eyes.

What caught my eye was Gao Shanjing's delicate and handsome face, and there was an extremely eager look on that face. (To be continued.) )