“...... I don't agree with this treatment plan, his illness maintains the balance in a delicate situation, and once broken, the fate is unpredictable! ”

"But if you let it go, you will die!"

"His internal organs have begun to fail extensively, and if he doesn't try, a heart attack alone will kill him!"

"Professor Li, what do you think?"

"I ......"

In the hospital office, a group of experts quarreled over a teenager, some suggested taking risks to rescue, and others proposed defending instead of attacking.

But no matter what the idea is, a cruel fact that can't be changed is.

"With the current level of medical care in the world, it is difficult!"

"Yes...... Is it? ”

The middle-aged man seemed to have expected it, and nodded: "It's hard work." ”

When he came to the door of the ward, the middle-aged man put his hand on the doorknob and couldn't move for a long time.

After a few moments, he gathered his emotions and pushed the door open.

"Yo, Ron! How do you feel today? ”

The atmosphere in the ward was solemn, and it didn't get better with his playful greetings.

Looking at his own son, who was bowing his head and saying nothing, the middle-aged man's face sank.

"Are you going to ......?"

"He didn't say anything, uncle."

In the hospital bed, Ron put down the comic book in his hand and smiled.

"I just wrote down the medicine I take every day, and then I found some corresponding things in my head with the help of memory, and asked him for verification."

The middle-aged man was silent, almost forgetting that this young man had not only unreasonable luck, but also unreasonable mind!

However, why does such a promising young man have to endure such suffering?

God, are you really fair?

gave him all the talents beyond imagination, but wanted to take back his life.

"At first, I was curious about what happened to me, because in addition to a small number of anti-cancer targeted drugs, there were some messy things in those drugs."

"Considering that we are not an eight-o'clock bloody TV series, the problem can only be found from myself...... So, I drew a lot. ”

Speaking of this, Ron's expression fell silent: "I died in my life, a total of 29 times, and I drew all the death lots!" ”

"Ron, actually, ......"

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, wanting to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say, and after opening his mouth, he continued to be silent in place.

"Don't worry, uncle, I won't give up hope."

On the contrary, Ron smiled optimistically: "Whether it is a result or not, if even I give up hope, then your efforts and the doctor's efforts are really meaningless." ”

"I don't want to die!"

"So I'm going to try to live!"

A month later, the hospital.

The scrawny Ron struggled to sit on the pillow with the help of the nurse, and the failure of his organs had made him unable to eat, especially his heart problems.

"Help me...... Turn the page ......"

"Let me do it!"

The teenager bans the nurse and sits on the sidelines, attracting Ron's unhappy gaze.

"Actually, I've found you special since I was a kid, Ron."

"Learning to play sports well, being smart, powerful, and always giving people a sense of security, although sometimes it's out of tune, but there is always a large group of friends around you...... Do you know that you are like this, which makes me very stressed! ”

"That's a lot of nonsense...... Flip ......"

Whoa......

The boy was silent, glanced at the grinning straw hat on the book cover, and turned the page of the comic.

"Do you remember when you were 7 years old, we went to pick mulberry fruits?"

"Remember...... What's wrong? ”

"That time, you also fell from a tree branch to save me, and your arm was cut with a big hole."

The boy said as he turned the page: "The doctor said that it would take more than a month to heal the wound of the stitches, and after a week, you ripped off the gauze." ”

Ron: "......"

"Do you want to ...... What to say ......"

"I want to say, I don't care if you have any secrets, superpowers or whatever!"

The young man stopped flipping through the book and stared at his red eyes: "I'm just your brother, can you not die?!" ”

"Didn't you say this wasn't the life you wanted? You want to be more challenging...... Then give me a good life! ”

Hearing this, Ron was silent for a long time and smiled.

"Sure enough, you've read too many comics...... The second disease is also a disease! ”

"Really?"

The young man clenched his fists: "Only this time, I don't want to be said by you!" ”

Two months later, the hospital.

Looking at the shriveled body on the hospital bed, the middle-aged man signed the critical illness notice with trembling fingers.

Looking at the young man with a painful face, the middle-aged man patted him on the shoulder.

"You have an exam tomorrow, so let's go back first."

"No, I'm not leaving!"

"Go back!"

The middle-aged man stared at him and said nondemitently. Speaking of this, he let out a long sigh: "If Ron is still conscious, he definitely doesn't want to die in front of you, do you understand." ”

"I ...... Got it. ”

The boy bit his lip and turned to slowly leave.

When he was gone, the middle-aged man sat on a stool, his gaze sweeping over Ron's skinny face.

"Until the end, are you still suppressing instinct with human nature? Ron. ”

A gust of wind blew, and the air became solidified.

"You should feel it, but you're not sick at all...... You're just hungry and haven't eaten for too long. ”

Cracking sound!

Suddenly, as his words fell, the light bulbs in the ward flickered on and off, and the light and shadow flickered.

A layer of black mist slowly emerged from Ron's body, and pounced towards the middle-aged man like a poisonous snake, but at the critical moment, this layer of black mist stopped moving, and was restrained in place by an unknown force.

Ignoring the immediate crisis, the middle-aged man silently smoked a cigarette and lit it.

"It's not the food we eat every day, what you need is the soul!"

The soul of the living, the soul of the living!

"Many, many years ago, this world suffered a crisis of annihilation, and an extraterritorial heavenly demon descended here, turning the earth into a sea of blood, and the sky was shrouded in scorched smoke."

"Unable to bear the misery of life, the old ancestor and his companions used their souls as a guide to defeat the Heavenly Demon and seal it in the body of a baby...... Extraterritorial Heavenly Demons cannot be killed, they can only be sealed. ”

"However, there is a limit to the lifespan of a human being, and once the vessel dies, although the Heavenly Demon will also die for a short time, it will soon be resurrected in the outside world...... So every few decades, the process must be repeated in search of a baby who can withstand the seal, and over and over again for thousands of years. ”

"And the container of this life is you!"

With the middle-aged man's words, suddenly, the black mist on Ron's body suspended out of thin air, forming a strange human face.

The expression on his face was constantly changing, even his looks.

These are the children who have served as sealing containers for thousands of years, and after their deaths, the Heavenly Demons have taken revenge by detaining the souls of these people and preventing them from being reborn.

Looking at the black mist, the middle-aged man's expression sank: "I thought that so many years of sealing had completely wiped out your demonic thoughts, after all, for more than ten years, you have not appeared once...... Is it really a disguise? ”

The Heavenly Demon didn't speak, just smiled on the side.

"Looks ...... You're almost weak, too! In the era of the end of the law, you can't even break this little guy's protective aura. ”

Thousands of years of seals have allowed each container to gain a large amount of merit, and even if they can't cultivate, this massive amount of merit will also form a protective aura on the container's body, helping them suppress the heavenly demons.

But this kind of passive aura is not worth mentioning to the Heavenly Demon at its peak, and it often goes berserk, but now it can't even make a sound, which shows how weak it is.

Silently taking a puff of cigarette, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief: "So, it's time to end this nightmare and let the tragedy not happen again." ”