Chapter 217 of the main text volume

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"I tried to trace myself with my bloodline, but I didn't seem to have any reaction......" Ling said in a low voice, looking a little flustered: "Could that person still lie to me before he died?" ”

"Don't worry. You're half-human and half-spirit now, so ordinary bloodline tracing techniques are naturally useless, right? Smiled and patted Ling's shoulder, Wakakusa smiled: "Don't worry, I'll help you try it, you just learned the trick." ”

The onion-white fingertips stretched out lightly, touching Ling's eyebrows like a dragonfly. Then, the fingers slowly retracted, and the fingertips brought out a small red thread from the center of the eyebrow, dancing gently in the air. The red silk threads were as warm as jade and as crystal clear as glass, and there was no sense of oppression that blood should have, but it was like a fine work of art.

Wakakusa's fingers form a ring and draw a translucent seal in the air. Then, several of the red silk threads that were originally fluttering around seemed to suddenly have a direction, and after circling in a ball, they suddenly poked in a certain direction, and instantly stretched straight.

Ruocao nodded: "Ling, congratulations, it seems that there is indeed a blood relative...... And, it seems, not that far away. Shall we take a look now? ”

Ling's little face was full of joy, and there was some irrepressible excitement in her voice: "He, he's really alive?" I, can we go over now? ”

Seeing that she was a little at a loss, Ruocao smiled and patted her on the shoulder, and Huang Momo also gently hugged her from the side, which made Ling's excitement ease slightly.

The group disappeared and moved quickly in the direction of the red thread. There is still a lot of police force around, and even the monks seem to be more mixed. In order to avoid trouble, Mu Fan and the others also changed lanes several times to bypass a few of them, which really wasted some time.

Later, Wakakusa was a little impatient, so she simply flew into the air, completely avoiding the monks patrolling on the ground. Flying in mid-air, the speed is indeed much faster, and after a few pillars of incense, the tip of the silk thread is already pointing diagonally to the ground.

A few people fell from the sky, which was roughly the location of the suburbs, and the neighborhood was not very densely populated. The silk thread refers to an ordinary Sakurajima elementary school, which is not very large, and it looks like it can accommodate hundreds of people. At this time, the sun is setting in the west, and many children are already walking outside of school, and it seems that it should be after school. It's just that there are still a lot of children on the playground, kicking the ball decently. From time to time, bursts of shouts sounded, with the characteristic vitality of children.

Ling's gaze almost instantly locked on a little boy who was running the playground. Although the little boy's appearance has changed a lot over the years, for Ling, he can still instantly confirm the identity of the other party - yes, it's him!

With a look of excitement that she couldn't help herself, Ling took a few quick steps forward, but slowly stopped, but her eyes were still staring at the boy inch by inch, and she didn't know what she was thinking with a confused expression.

"What's wrong, Ling?" Wakakusa felt a little strange and asked softly.

Ling just sighed leisurely: "I, I want to see ...... first"

Let's take a look? Mu Fan and the others glanced at each other, and suddenly felt a little inexplicable. Instead, Bingtang opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something - but Mu Fan's eyes were quick, and he estimated that this little guy would not say anything good, so he directly reached out and carried her behind him, making a gesture of silence.

Bingtang pursed his lips and was about to make a grimace and continue to speak, but was swept by Wakakusa's warning gaze, and quickly shrank his head and closed his mouth honestly.

The children finished kicking the ball and then scattered in groups of twos and threes. The little boy and a few others left the school and walked along the side of the road to the distant residential area. After saying goodbye to a few classmates, the little boy jumped and shook his schoolbag and walked into an ordinary Sakurajima house.

Ling looked at it in a daze, her expression was a little complicated. Mu Fan and the others also understood a little, it seemed that this little boy had been adopted, right?

The development after that was indeed as they expected. The little boy had dinner with two middle-aged men and women, and then watched TV together and chatted for a while, and then the little boy went to his room. It looks like it's just an ordinary family. Watch the little boy do his homework, play games, say goodnight to his current parents, and fall asleep. Ling's eyes were mixed with reluctance and relief, and her feet moved several times, but she couldn't take a step after all.

After a long time, she sighed lowly: "Sister Ruocao, let's go......"

"Huh? Aren't you going to take him away? This family seems to be just ordinary people. ”

"Ordinary people, it's good." Smiling a little relieved, Ling raised her head, but her face, which was obviously only a teenager, had a kind of freedom that saw through the world: "It can be seen that the family that has adopted him now really treats him as their own son." I took him away, but I only let him have multiple sisters; If you stay here, you can have a whole family - the gap between the two is too big after all. ”

Ruocao pursed her lips, trying to persuade something, but after all, she just sighed softly: "That's it...... It's good. But don't you see him? ”

"There's no need." Ling shook her head: "I know he's fine now, that's enough." As for him, he was only three years old at the time, how many things could he remember? I'm afraid I don't remember my sister for a long time...... He's doing well now, so why bother me? It's better to forget it, or ......."

If your feet move, you have to go out. It's just that after all, I was still a little relieved, bit my lip lightly, thought about it and walked to the little boy's bed again. Then, Ling bit her fingertips and drew a sword-shaped symbol on the sleeping boy's forehead. The symbol flickered a few times, then faded away until it was no longer visible.

"Alright, let's go. I left him a cultivation method that he would gradually remember in his sleep. If, if he has the qualifications to practice, it is up to him to decide whether or not he wants to set foot in the muddy pond of the cultivation world. Ling glanced back again, turned her head sharply, and walked out of the room quickly.

Mu Fan and Ruocao glanced at each other, shook their heads and followed. Wakakusa paused halfway through, tore off half of her hair, and gently flicked it onto the lamp in the room. A bright green light flashed, and the plants on the windowsill that were listless due to the season seemed to instantly become energetic.

"Little Senior Sister, it's really kind......" Mu Fan smiled and passed in a low voice.

"Don't talk nonsense, Ling, this kid is obviously reluctant, I'm just taking advantage of the situation to help." Ruocao glared at Mu Fan, "Now that this side has ended, Senior Sister, I am going to clean up the fox who dared to bully Little Bunny, are you coming?" ”