Mu Jingfan's vision gradually blurred, and he desperately wanted to reach out and grab the 'Yin Spirit', but in the end he fainted because of his injuries and was unconscious.

"Sure enough, I'm still too weak. "Mu Jingfan was lying in this open space, his eyes were hollow, and the gap between his strength and the 'Yin Spirit' had widened, so that he had completely lost confidence.

"Sail, sail, don't give up. The call rang out again.

"No, I don't have the power to do anything about it. The floor beneath Mu Jingfan's feet suddenly turned into a pool of water, and he sank into the water in the gradually rising ripples.

"You can, don't give up. The voice tirelessly comforted him.

But Mu Jingfan had lost any reaction, just like a pool of stagnant water, and there was no response anymore. He was too tired, he didn't want to die in front of his eyes at the sight of those people, or he was starting to be afraid.

The voice never stopped calling to him, Mu Jingfan was lying in the water at this time, but there was no trace of suffocation, and he gradually recalled what happened when he was a child.

"Shocking sail, what's wrong with you? Lin Hairu asked with a hint of concern.

"I didn't want to be a degreer, but my uncle forced me to practice. Mu Jingfan, who was only 7 years old, buried his head in his mother's arms and complained.

"It's okay, you just do what you want to do, no one will say anything about you. Lin Hairu touched Mu Jingfan's head and said dotingly.

"Well, then I want to be a historian, so that I can read more and more history books. ”

"Okay, when the time comes, read it to me. ”

"Hmmm... Okay, Mom, I promise you, we'll pull the hook. ”

"Now I can't keep my promise. Mu Jingfan grabbed his chest, and he felt as if he had forgotten something.

"Do everything you can, Thriller, you can. The voice rang out again.

Mu Jingfan finally woke up from his coma, the smell of the heavy disinfectant water in the hospital stimulated his sense of smell, he didn't know how long it had been, and he didn't know how many people the 'Yin Spirit' had killed during the time he was unconscious.

Just then, the door to the ward opened, and the director of the hospital walked in from outside, carrying a bag of fruit. Seeing that Mu Jingfan had woken up, he put the fruit aside, and then walked to Mu Jingfan's side.

"Shocking sail, you've woken up. ”

"Thank you, Dean, for your help this time. ”

"Don't be polite to me, I told you all, I am close friends with your father, and I have been taken care of by him a lot before, and this time I should repay the favor. ”

"Eat some fruit, if there is something to think about later, the body is the most important. The dean said as he walked out the door. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he stopped at the door and said, "Your father will not want to see you so decadent." ”

After speaking, the dean walked out of the ward, leaving only Mu Jingfan pondering on the hospital bed.

The mark on his arm was flickering when he felt the aura of the 'Yin Soul' coming from afar, Mu Jingfan looked at the light of the mark and suddenly thought of a word.

"Responsibility is the principle of carrying out even if you die. —Mu Family Genealogy • VII—

The confusion in his eyes disappeared, he ripped off the needle on his body, he immediately got out of bed, and regardless of what he was wearing, he rushed straight out of the ward.

The 'Shade' had already started a new round of killing at this time, and there were constant wails from people, but the sound was so pleasant to the 'Shade'.

"Alas, it's you again, we're really fated. "The 'Shadow' saw an old acquaintance at this time, and yes, it was the same woman he had killed her husband before.

The woman slumped on the ground, rubbing backwards continuously, and the frightened look on her face made the 'Yin Spirit' enjoy it even more. However, no more black gas came out of the woman's chest.

"Hmm, what is it that keeps you from despairing? "The 'Shadow' grabbed the woman by the throat and lifted her into the air, and from the woman's hand floated down a photograph of her, her husband, and her son.

"I see, then it will completely make you desperate. "The sword in the 'Shade' hand has pierced towards the picture. But just then, a car door flew towards him.

"It's you again, I'm not patient to play boring hero games with you. 'Shade' said in a cold voice.

"This time, I'm going to let it all end. Mu Jingfan looked at the 'Yin Spirit' and said, and the aura in his body began to stir.

Aura erupted from all over his body, and immediately after that, it burned on his surface. The rising flames made Mu Jingfan look like a god of war at this time.

"Then let's try it. "Unlike before, it seems that the 'Yin Spirit' has really lost his patience and has taken the initiative to attack. But the 'Yin Spirit' movement was very fast, and he had already crossed five or six steps in the blink of an eye.

The distance between the two was almost less than 1 second away, and the 'Yin Spirit''s hand sword was almost close to Mu Jingfan's throat, and almost in the next second, the 'Yin Soul' felt that he could see Mu Jingfan's blood splashed on the spot.

But the truth was not as good as he thought, the moment his sword blade touched the flame aura on Mu Jingfan's body, the flame of black qi turned into countless light smoke and dissipated.

"Huh?" The 'Yin Spirit' was shocked, and immediately the other hand also instantly turned into a sword and slashed towards Mu Jingfan, in its opinion, what had just happened was just an accident.

But it was obvious that he had thought too much about this 'Yin Spirit', and the other sword had not escaped the fate of melting into countless black qi escaping in the air under the blazing flames.

And Mu Jingfan also made a move at this time, and after blocking the 'Yin Soul' two attacks in a row, the flame aura of his whole body gathered on his right hand, and he slammed it into the abdomen of the 'Yin Soul'.

With a quick and fatal blow, the armor on the 'Yin Soul' body was shattered by the energy that exploded in his body, and at the same time, a huge wound on his back exploded, and countless black qi continued to pour out from it.

The 'Yin Spirit' stared at Mu Jingfan with cold eyes, and the injuries on his back were maintained under his control, and at the same time, his right arm was raised, and the blade of the sword shot out at Mu Jingfan.

A feeling of danger suddenly arose in Mu Jingfan's heart, and he chose to believe in this feeling of his own, and the moment he dodged it, the blade suddenly accelerated, passing through the flame aura, leaving a scar on his face.

The 'Yin Spirit' didn't react much because of the failure of this attack, his arm was raised again and again, and the blade of the sword shot towards Mu Jingfan from all angles.

Mu Jingfan could only continue to resist the attack of the 'Yin Soul' with his hands entwined in flames, and the blade of the 'Yin Soul' continued to dissipate in the collision again and again, but soon black qi poured out from his body to complete the sword blade.

With the continuous use of black qi, Mu Jingfan could feel that the aura of the 'Yin Spirit' was slowly weakening. The attacks on the 'Shadows' did not stop there. On the contrary, it is more violent.

While constantly resisting, Mu Jingfan seized the opportunity again, and launched his second fist, with endless anger, he hit the face of the 'Yin Spirit' hard, smashing it to the ground. Immediately afterwards, Mu Jingfan turned over and rode on the body of the 'Yin Soul', and the flame-like aura continued to burn on the surface of the 'Yin Soul', burning out the black qi bit by bit.

Mu Jingfan's fist fell on the 'Yin Soul' like a storm, and the 'Yin Soul' side was not to be outdone, and the sword qi continued to slash towards Mu Jingfan. Mu Jingfan had completely given up his defense at this time, and his eyes gradually turned red.

The black qi continued to escape under Mu Jingfan's attacks, and the 'Yin Spirit' finally slowly disappeared in Mu Jingfan's repeated attacks, with its unwilling roar. Mu Jingfan got up from the ground, walked next to the woman, and picked up the photo on the ground.

The woman still looked frightened, Mu Jingfan handed the photo to her, and then said, "You still have hope." ”

The woman raised her head to look at Mu Jingfan, but she couldn't see Mu Jingfan's face covered by aura at all. Mu Jingfan made a silent gesture to her, then took a few steps forward, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to pray.

Before that, there had never been a Transchemist who would pray for ordinary people, because prayer was a very sacred ritual for the Avatar, and only the Avatar who had fought the darkness to the last moment could enjoy this treatment.

No one until something happens, as the person who created this precedent, Mu Jingfan didn't know, but he felt that he had to do it, and there was a voice in his heart telling him to do it, and he did it.

As the prayer progressed, countless souls floated to the place where Mu Jingfan was, among them, there were old people and children, middle-aged people and women, and all kinds of souls floated to him to show their gratitude to him.

Slowly, these souls slowly disappeared by Mu Jingfan's side, and the woman even saw that her husband was also among those souls, turned to look at her, and then made an apologetic expression.

From the pile of black gas left behind after the death of the 'Yin Soul', there was also a soul floating over, looking at Mu Jingfan with complicated eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Not noticing the strange appearance of the heroic soul, Mu Jingfan continued his prayers, and unconsciously, the smell of blood around him became much lighter, and the heroic soul also slowly faded under Mu Jingfan's prayers and finally disappeared.

When the prayer was finished, Mu Jingfan stood up, glanced at the woman who was kneeling on the ground in pain at this time, walked over and took out a tissue from her pocket and handed it to her.

"Thank you, thank you. After taking the tissue, the woman was still crying, clutching the photo in her hand.

With a sigh, Mu Jingfan slowly turned around and left, he didn't know how many ordinary people's lives would be involved in this war between the 'Yin Spirit' and the Duhua Division.

All he can do is to knock down the 'Yin Spirit' faster and faster until no one is harmed anymore, and he can only do this to make the people in this world who are hurt because of himself become a little less.