"She died a strange death." Yan Mo narrowed his eyes, "What happened before she jumped off the building?!" ”

Even if Feng Ling can't be saved, he can't let Feng Ling die in vain!

Yan Zhengting's expression froze, and he said with some hesitation, "I don't know what you're talking about." ”

Everyone is already dead, and there is no proof of death, even if Yan Mo suspects that he is tired, what can he do with him?

Yan Mo didn't pay any attention to Yan Zhengting, but turned around and walked towards the dean's office.

"Feng Ling is my mother, I won't let her die in vain!" Yan Mo's words drifted into Yan Zhengting's ears, making Yan Zhengting a little flustered inexplicably.

Especially when he looked down and saw Feng Ling's face that was still stained with blood, Yan Zhengting's heart was even more shocked.

When there are ghosts in people's hearts, their senses seem to be particularly sensitive, and Yan Zhengting only feels that his back seems to be swishing in the wind.

Where did Yan Zhengting dare to stay here longer, a spirit hurriedly chased after Yan Mo.

In the dean's office, Yan Mo only said one sentence, "People, I'll take it away." ”

The dean's face showed embarrassment, and his eyes looked at Yan Zhengting in confusion, "However, Mr. Yan has already explained the aftermath to us......

"You are a hospital, not a funeral home, what do you need to do in the aftermath of the deceased?" Yan Mo didn't wait for the other party to finish speaking, and he had already unceremoniously interrupted the other party.

The dean's face was slightly stiff, and he was speechless for a while.

Yan Zhengting's face was also ugly, and he coughed lightly as if he was hiding something, "Yan Mo, everyone is dead, where else can you take it?" ”

Yan Mo's gaze turned to Yan Zhengting, his gaze was cold, without a trace of warmth, "I really hope that she can come back to life now, open her eyes and take a good look at what she loved!" ”

Yan Mo's words were very unpleasant, and Yan Zhengting's face changed in an instant, "Yan Mo, how can you speak?" Anyway, I'm your father too! Did you talk to your father like that?! ”

Yan Mo didn't pay attention to Yan Zhengting, who was annoyed and angry, but just stared at the dean with cold eyes, and said word by word, "People, I took it away, come here, just to inform you." I'm not here to ask you to agree or disagree. ”

Dropping these words, Yan Mo turned around and left.

Feng Ling died a strange death, she must help Feng Ling get justice!

This matter, if it is put on ordinary people, in the face of this situation of death without proof, it can only be admitted. However, Yan Mo is different.

She is a person who has supernatural powers and can make the dead speak.

Feng Ling has indeed lost signs of life now, but as long as she can protect Feng Ling's body and help Feng Ling recover the three souls and seven spirits, then Feng Ling will have a chance to come back to life again.

It was not long before Feng Ling's death, Feng Ling's body had no signs of ossification, Yan Mo carried Feng Ling on his back, and he didn't dislike her at all because she was covered in blood, and she was still a corpse.

When Yan Zhengting arrived, Yan Mo had already left with Feng Ling's body on his back.

What made him unbelievable was that he didn't see Yan Mo's shadow at all.

Yan Mo tore the space in a place that the surveillance could not monitor, returned to Feng Ling's house, and put Feng Ling on the bed.

When I turned around and went to the bathroom to wash up, I saw a person sitting on the sofa in the living room - Mu Jinxian.

"You want to save her?" Mu Jinxian went straight to the point and spoke softly.

"Something to do with you?" Yan Mo raised his eyebrows, and his tone was cold.

Mu Jinxian squinted his eyes slightly, and said slowly, "A mortal with ill intentions is not worth saving." ”

When Yan Mo heard this, his eyes sank slightly, "What do you mean?" ”

Mu Jinxian looked a little irritable and stood up from the sofa, "In short, she is innocent, just leave her alone!" ”