For the spiritual cultivator who was a little similar to Sister A when she was angry, she was rightly cowardly.

After such a toss, the night has passed quietly.

In summer, the days are long and the nights are short, and at five o'clock, the sky is covered with fish belly white.

A red sun rises little by little from the east.

The clouds that dyed the sky red, red and bright, blazing like fire.

Ling Anto's cheeks, looking at this beautiful scenery with Lingxiu Yu.

And, of course, a circle of spirits around you.

Spirits are afraid of light, especially daylight, and on weekdays, when the sun rises, they dare not come out.

But on the seventh day of the seventh month, the breath swelled and gave spiritual support.

When the sun rose, they didn't hide, they still gathered around, but their bodies became more illusory, like bubbles, as if they would burst at the first poke.

The strength has also been greatly weakened, and he only dares to surround and dare not approach.

But the spirituality is nothing unusual, even more spiritual.

After all, he is still a living person in nature, and even if he is out of his body, there is a layer of vitality to protect him.

This night, the dullness was a little too much.

I thought it would go through a bloody battle or something, but the battle was a battle, but it was a one-sided crush.

In front of the Doom, they are really not the weather.

At this time, it shouldn't scare the second brother, right?

Ling An hesitated for two seconds, then decisively turned sideways and looked at Ling Xiuyu.

Lingxiu Yu's sense was extremely keen, and almost when Ling An looked at it, he suddenly looked at it too.

Again, the four eyes are facing each other.

Ling An was slightly stunned, blinked, and then with lightning speed, his cold index finger pointed at the center of Lingxiu Yu's eyebrows.

A little black light appeared on her fingertips, and then gradually grew larger and detached, becoming a black circle of light on her fingertips.

As the aperture rotated, the confusion in Ling Xiu's eyes quickly faded, and a familiar aura of indifference appeared on him.

Ling An withdrew his finger and shouted tentatively: "Second brother? ”

You should be sober.

This is also the method she sees from the secretary, and it is the first time she has tried it, and it is not the power of darkness, but her bad spirit.

It should work, right?

Fu Xiuyu closed his eyes, eased for two seconds, and slowly opened his eyes.

The fundus of the eyes is a familiar look.

It's just that when I saw Ling An, my eyes suddenly softened.

He hooked his lips slightly: "An An." ”

"Second brother!" Ling An was finally relieved, with joy in his eyes: "You feel it, is there anything uncomfortable." ”

"Okay."

Fu Xiuyu nodded lightly, as calm as ever, even if he was sitting on the eaves like Ling An, he also showed a kind of noble son's dignity and not to be offended.

He felt for a moment: "There is no problem. ”

Then he raised his palm, looked at his illusory hand and illusory body, and was a little stunned: "An An, is this the truth of my strange illness?" Soul...... Out-of-body? ”

He flipped his palms and even felt them together, new and surprising, as if opening the door to a new world.

"No, it's an out-of-body experience." Ling An corrected: "But according to what you say here, it's okay to say that it's out of the body." And the truth you want to know is this, every year on the seventh day of the seventh month, the breath is active, and your spirit will voluntarily leave the body because it is not complete, and then the body will fall into a slumber all day. ”。

"I see...... Fu Xiuyu's eyes were slightly deep: "No wonder I have almost asked doctors all over the world, and there is no one who can see the cause of my illness, it turns out that the cause is so bizarre." ”