In the face of his uncle's doubts, the first emotion in Ronan's heart was not nervousness, but a secret sigh of relief: it's finally here.

In fact, it's a lot better than the worst-case scenario shown on the scenario. There was only one uncle and aunt, and it was a wise and rational uncle, who made it clear that he wanted to talk heart-to-heart, not three sessions.

This is already almost ideal, and the more this happens, the less you can mess things up. At this time, the group of friends also entered a state of silence, and everyone tacitly calmed Ronan's mind.

Ronan carefully checked the document plan, first silently apologized to his uncle, and then showed a long silence to the outside world, and then spoke:

"It was an accident."

This answer could not satisfy Mo Haihang, and he frowned slightly: "Accident? When did the accident happen? ”

"September 30th."

"Which one?"

"On the evening of September 30th, the Mid-Autumn Festival, we went to see my grandfather together that day, and you said that he could ...... at any time."

Mo Haihang recalled seriously, and his brows tightened: "Except for Mo Ya that day, our whole family was together, from morning to night. ”

"But I was in a coma for a while, just at night, after meeting Yan Yongbo...... That's when I went to the fighting ring. ”

Hearing Yan Yongbo's name, Mo Haihang opened his mouth, and finally forcibly swallowed back a sentence of "nonsense", the rational side prevailed, and the strange logic that had been coiling in his heart naturally pushed out the answer:

"Out of body?"

In the group of friends, a group of people all blew up the words: "Rub, it's really a knowledgeable person." ”

"The senior technical staff of SCA know that it is normal, and the key is how to deal with it."

"Looking at this person's expression, he must have guessed something in advance, right? Is this the rhythm of confession? ”

"I want to see the copy written by Secretary He."

In the sudden chaos of messages in the group, Ronan continued to calm his breathing and looked at his uncle as calmly as possible. That's right, my uncle has a basic concept of this kind of thing, and in this case, I omit some other arguments.

Now on, the element of lies begins to penetrate, and it has officially entered the irreversible realm: "I was a 'parasitic soul' at that time, and my consciousness was pinned on ......"

The sound of flapping wings sounded, and it was also very clear in the sound of the rain outside the window.

Ronan made a gesture, and the automatic curtain slowly opened, and a huge bird could be seen stretching out its claws to hook the windowsill, and under the light of the room, the black feathers almost completely dissolved into the night.

"It's called Ink, and it was originally a very common bald-nosed crow. But I'll use it for some experiments, so it's not like a normal crow now...... That night, after my ability germinated, part of my consciousness was pinned on Ink, wanting to track down Yan Yongbo and find out the details of that guy, but I encountered something halfway, ran into a friend, took a fork in the road, and entered the recovery layer of the Hewu District, where we found the underground fighting arena and met Raven. ”

Ronan said this in one breath, his heartbeat was already unconsciously accelerating, and now he couldn't go back.

Mo Haihang was obviously stunned. He looked at Ronan, stared at the ink outside the window, and so on several times in a row, but didn't even ask any further, but said softly: "So, are you a capable person now?" Did you join ......"

Ronan nodded, and finished his words in one breath: "Yes, after I sent the soul ink, I helped my friend destroy that underground fighting arena. And that friend was a member of the Summertown chapter; And in the hospital where I was staying that day, there were also branch members, who came and went, and they recruited me into the club. In the last week, I have officially awakened to the ability to be a parasitic soul

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