"Sister Ying, are you okay?"

When I opened my eyes again, what came directly into my eyes was Mosui's familiar little face.

"Mo Sui, what's wrong with you, that demon heart, and"

I opened my mouth a little incoherently, but in the end I couldn't come up with a reason for talking about this and talking about that.

"It's okay, it's okay, everyone is okay, everything is my sister who saved everyone."

Mo Sui's eyes were red, and he looked as if he had cried.

"It's all right, it's all right?"

I was completely stunned, and stood there dumbfounded, not reacting for a long time.

"It's okay, the Demon Heart has been taken out by the Fit, and Meng Luo has already left, as for I want to wait for you to leave with me, so I stayed."

Mo Sui whispered to me, but I never understood, what was going on, I was still in a coma just now, how did it change to nothing in a blink of an eye, what was going on, I really didn't know the situation for a while.

"What is this?"

I raised my hand, and there was an extra piece of golden paper in my hand, and it seemed to be glued to my hand, and I couldn't shake it off.

"Sister Ying, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Sui came up with some caution and looked at me.

"I don't know, it's stuck to my hand, and I can't shake it off."

As I spoke, I shook my right hand with the gold paper.

"Sister Ying, are you okay?"

Mo Sui's face said that she didn't know much, as if she couldn't see one of the ones in my hand at all.

"I'm fine, I'm worried about you."

I replied awkwardly,

"Then let's go! I'm afraid this space won't last long. ”

Mo Sui reached out and grabbed my right hand, and walked forward, I was confused enough, I didn't even know what happened, everything in front of me seemed to be completed by something, and I was just the shell of that person, this feeling was particularly bad, and even made me faintly a little more afraid, I am still not myself, am I already someone else?

"Thank you, you did it."

Suddenly the voice of the girl in white came to my ears, which made me stop suddenly, and at this moment I really wanted to tell her that the credit was really not mine, I really didn't do anything, and at the critical moment I only had the inverted warm golden light in my mind except for the blank, as for nothing else, as if I had forgotten something, and it seemed that the memory was deliberately cut by someone, so that I couldn't do anything.

"Thank you for helping me find my son."

Another voice, it was cold, as if I had fallen from a warm place into a thousand-year-old ice cellar in an instant, but the words that came out made me feel that there was no malice in it.

"I didn't do anything."

I replied tentatively.

"Don't be afraid, I have no ill intentions, I hope you can take me home."

She was still speaking what I didn't understand.

"Who the hell are you?"

I asked with a frown and a laugh.

"My name is Hongruo, maybe you don't know me, but we have known each other thousands of years ago, and thank you, I can finally go home, it's good to be able to go home."

The paper in his hand began to tremble slightly, and a purple-black light emanated from it, turning into a thin silk thread, spinning and shuttling through the air.

"This is"

The silk thread seems to play a summoning role, because I saw the ghost king's diary brought out from the Tibetan mound on the other side of the silk thread, originally I thought it no longer existed, but I didn't expect it to still be there, what a strange book.

The paper floated very lightly towards the ghost king's diary, and the black diary automatically turned the pages in the air, and when it turned to a certain page, it suddenly stopped, like a child who had waited for a long time and had not returned, waiting patiently and quietly.

"Thank you, and I'll see you later."

It was as if a red afterimage appeared in front of my eyes, and then it disappeared into the book, and then the book in the air "Bang! After closing once, he dived into the void again.

It all happened so suddenly that I could only watch and not even think about doing something.

"Sister Ying, are you okay?"

At this time, there was a voice from Mo Sui in front of me, which made me come back to my senses and keep up.

Raise your hand and take her little hand and walk forward.

As the two of us stood on the stairs of Nanxin Hospital, I fell to the ground as if I felt pain again. "Sister, sister, are you okay!"

Mo Sui looked at me as if I was almost collapsed, and his expression was extremely worried.

"It's okay, I'm a little tired, just let me take a break."

I slowly closed my eyes, I think there has never been a moment when I need sleep so much, the long-term high mental tension has made me not sleep well, now that this matter has been resolved, then everything can be over, and what I need most at this moment is a big sleep like a holiday.

"Sister Ying is working too hard like this, I want to make everything go back to normal."

The last feeling,It's only Mo Sui who hugged me and cried.,I really want to open my mouth to tell Mo Sui not to cry.,I'm fine.,I'm just too tired.,But at this moment, I don't even have the strength to open my eyes.。

I'm sorry, I'm sorry to worry you.

I really wanted to rub Mosui's head and tell her, but I couldn't.

"Sister Ying, Sister Ying"

Only Mosui's helpless cry was left in his ears.

Opening my eyes, I lay on the bed with the hospital ceiling above my head, my mind went blank, I didn't even know what was wrong with me, just lying in the hospital bed.

"Xiaoying, you're finally awake."

This familiar voice made me excited, it was Li Qing, she came to see me.

"It's okay, Li Qing, what's wrong with me?"

I looked up at Li Qing and asked puzzledly, after all, I had all kinds of doubts in my heart.

"It's okay, the doctor just said that you were overly sad and unconscious, after all, your uncle's death hit you hard, but you must cheer up, you are going to become a policeman in the future, don't become so fragile because of this little blow."

Oh, I remember, it turns out that my father died, and I was in a coma because of excessive sadness, then everything makes sense.

"Li Qing, thank you, I know, I'll be fine!"

I reached out and hugged my best friend, my eyes full of gratitude, and many times I always wondered if one day my world would be without Li Qing, would everything be bad.

"Oh, by the way, this is the card you dropped at the door that day, I picked it up for you."

Li Qing took out a paper card from his pocket very casually and handed it to me.

"Thank you."

I took it with a smile, and when I saw the words written on it, I instantly felt familiar, but I really couldn't remember if this thing belonged to me or not. But what I am sure of is that the handwriting marked on the picture above does belong to me.

But what is the place in Seven Streets? There was such a doubt in my heart.