"Not dead."

Lin Chen put his finger on Ai Wei's nostrils and felt a faint breath.

She's alive.

But.

This kind of life is not a good thing for artificial intelligence, the incompleteness of the soul, and even the body cannot be controlled, like a living person, which puts her in a situation of life and death instead of death.

"Well, this is ......" Yin Shisheng's face. Lin Chen's face was filled with moxibustion for a while.

He can still see some superficial facial tricks.

Lin Chen raised Ai Wei's arm. Due to his height, he dragged Ai Wei to the ground, revealing the fair skin of his abdomen and drawing the shape of many breasts.

Ai is a little pretty, but he doesn't know how to pity jade at all, it's like dragging a puppy.

Dragged all the way down the basement, the slender body kept colliding on the stairs.

Lin Chen placed Ai Wei next to the woman's corpse, which had shrunk even more.

Talk somebody's ear off...

A low wooden table against the wall rubbed the floor. Lin Chen lifted Ai Wei and placed it on the wooden table. The height of the flat is just right. His legs hung down on the wooden table.

He took off the wooden chain of the Kuman boy he was wearing and placed it on Ep's forehead. His hands were sealed, and gray air wrapped around his fingers. A little Kuman boy, with a strange breath, poured out the head of love from the Kuman boy.

She was breathing well, still alive, and hanged.

Lin Chen came to the magic box, his hands were suppressed, his mouth was chanting a spell, the dew on his body was moving, his hands were closed, his four fingers were stretched out, and his fingertips were gray.

Yin La's smoke stagnated in the godhead, as if time had stood still.

His fingerprints have changed again, and so has the situation.

The smoke seemed to be pulled towards Lin Chen's fingers.

Shut down.

Closer.

Lin Chen stepped back and came to Ai Cheng's face. He put his hand in front of the chin of love. His fingerprints had changed again.

The smoke, like an unknown guide, enters the body of the AI from the seven holes of the AI.

This makes Ai's originally pale face without a trace of ruddy, but there is also a delicate face under the skin with gray gas wafting, which is particularly weird.

Yin Laxiang's cigarettes are connected to artificial intelligence, like oxygen in an oxygen machine, maintaining her life.

Lin Chen walked to the wooden frame on the wall, which was full of living things. This row of wooden shelves is made up of bottles, cans, urns, and other large and small things.

These containers contained some live animals, poisonous and non-toxic, and Lin Chen paid for them.

"It's still lacking in vitality. What's added? ”

He thought for a while, opened the clay pot, reached in, and took out a green bamboo snake, a poisonous snake that lived in the rainforest.

This poisonous snake, which should have been attacked, was like a good boy in Linley's hand, let him catch it.

"Go bite it."

Coming to the wooden table, the gray gas in Lin Chen's hand stimulated the green bamboo snake. The green bamboo snake spread its fangs and bit Ai Cheng's arm.

At the same time, the gray qi instantly spread to the whole body of the green bamboo snake, and there seemed to be a stream of air in the green bamboo snake's body, flowing towards the arm of the god of love.

This makes love so angry that it has a new life.

Her eyelids moved.

When she opened her eyes, the vigorous body of the green bamboo snake immediately turned to ashes and scattered on the ground.

"Wake up, are you okay?" Lin Chen said.

Ambiguous, Ai Wei saw the head of a young man, he was greeting himself, it was... Wake up... Dot...

She couldn't hear clearly.

She wants to move and asks questions that concern her.

"It's troublesome to hurt your soul." Lin Chen looked at Ai Wei's struggle, frowned, and thought.

He vomited.

He spat out a mouthful of ash at Ai, and the ash followed Aicheng's seven orifices into her head.

For a moment, she smelled a rotting smell, a little less like a gas that made her sick.

She had the feeling of vomiting, but her weak body rejected her movements, and she couldn't struggle.

The next moment, she seemed to be rejuvenated.

"Ji, Mei, Jia...... They're dead, ghosts, ghost killers......" She was a little agitated, her voice weak.

If Lin Chen couldn't hear clearly, she might not be able to hear what she was saying.

Lin Chen's fingers snapped in his ear, and his voice seemed to have the ability to hypnotize to restore the emotion of love.

"Don't worry, you're demon-possessed. I'm sorry for your friend's death. As for you, I hang your life with mystery. Next, listen to me carefully. ”

His face was cold and his tone was cautious.

Ai wanted to nod, but she found that she couldn't move. She could only close her eyelids to show that she understood.

At this time, she felt that Lin Chen's face was very cute.

After being possessed, the ghost did not block her vision, so she witnessed the ghost play to kill her friend, and she thought she was dead.

"Although you are alive, your soul is incomplete, and even if you are alive and well, it is also a vegetable, and the chances are high.

Plus, in nine out of ten cases, you'll die after the effects of my secret art are gone. Now I have an art that can save you. But if you cooperate with me, you can only make magic work if your consciousness does not resist my magic. You can also; Live broadcast; You know?

As soon as Ai Wei finished, she moved her eyelids slightly. When she hears the voice of a vegetative person, she feels that life is dark, considering the current state of her body.

If he survives, who wants to die?

As for the consequences of the secret art, she didn't have time to think about it, to ask, time waited for no one, and in this brief moment, she felt that her eyelids were heavy and she wanted to sleep.

She didn't dare sleep. She had a feeling that once she fell asleep, she would die.

But.

She couldn't resist, her eyelids were heavy and she wanted to close them.

"I don't want to die, help me." She wanted to shout, but she couldn't.

Ai struggled, closed her eyelids, and opened them again and again.

Lin Chen looked at Ai Wei's movements and smiled, which made Ai Wei feel more comfortable.

"Trust me, you won't die."

He seemed to understand Abbott's thoughts, and said what she cared about most.

In fact, Lin Chen didn't say that Ai wouldn't die, but what he said wasn't necessarily what she imagined. He hoped that Ai Wei would not resist his feng shui for the rest of his life.

Awakening her soul is the inevitable choice of Feng Shui signs, and it is the premise of Feng Shui signs success.

Lin Chen's words only gave her a hope, and even wanted her remaining soul to subconsciously not resist his feng shui.

Otherwise, he will go to great lengths to save a stranger. Lin Chen is not a doctor. He has a heart to save the world.

He's just an ordinary guy with extraordinary abilities and a bit selfish.

Lin Chen took out a small cloth ball from his bag, put it on the wooden table, and spread it out.

It is a silver needle.

Many silver needles.

He took out the silver needle on Ai Wei's head and pierced it, piercing it at different acupuncture points.

Ai closed his eyes and cleared his mind, but he couldn't control his body.

Great!

She could see Lin Chen's movements, as if she had entered the perspective of the legendary god, looking down on Lin Chen and nothing else.

"So, who are you?" She's asking, it's her incomplete soul asking.

"Do you hear that? I'm asking you?

After a while, she found that Lin Chen didn't seem to be able to hear her words.

In fact, Lin Chen didn't know about Ai Wei's soul condition, and he didn't plan to guess that he only needed to follow the rules and perform feng shui.

He took a pair of scissors and a small carving knife. The knife is small. It was a carving knife for wood carving.

Lin Chen first cut Ai Wei's clothes and made her naked.

"What are you doing? Stop it. ”

It's all over.

He moved.

He sprained his neck and felt sore.

He raised his hand and reached for the AI.

"What are you doing? Don't mess it up. ”

Stretch your muscles.

He picked up the carving knife, looked at Ai's corpse, and stretched out his evil hand.

"What are you doing? You're in a bit of a pain. How did you engrave it on me? What is the word engraved on me? I can't understand it. That's how you want to save me. Are you lying to me? Pain. It's really painful......"

The knife scraped against the flesh, but strangely there was no blood flow, and unobservable ashes appeared on the wound.

The ash is like a sticker to stop bleeding, blocking the flow of blood and causing the blood to form a strange text on the skin.

Words, like a mysterious power, flow out of the mango red, making the artificial intelligence feel pain, and at the same time feel hot, a hint of warmth.

Lin Chen carved very slowly and carefully. Each knife seemed to drain a lot of his strength. Some of them, like artists, are serious about their work.

Revolve.

He was short of breath and sweaty on his forehead.

"Don't say it, it hurts. Hurt. ”

As Lin Chen carved more and more spells, the spells gradually formed a position, and Ai Wei felt more pain, that is, the pain engraved in the depths of his soul.

It was an irresistible pain.

"It's hot, it's painful. It's melting. ”

The temperature has changed and it is getting hotter and hotter. Ai felt like she was in the stove. Words she didn't understand were like wood. For every additional word, a layer of fire is added.

The temperature was getting hotter and hotter, and she was about to melt.

During this time, Ai Wei felt unprecedented pain. She didn't have the strength to scream, so she could only concentrate on resisting the pain and heat.

"Now it's up to you." Be sure to do it. Lin Chen muttered.

He lowered the feet of love and carved the final incantation.

Secondly, whether Feng Shui can succeed is not under Lin Chen's control, it depends on whether the AI cooperates.

He went to the pubic balloon, took out a pubic balloon, sat cross-legged on the ground, and restored the degassing he had consumed.

At this point, the table is red, the body of love rises with the illusion of flames, and a battle of momentum appears in her sky, vague and uncertain.

“IT； s，IT； s hard，IT； s hot，no.”

Ai felt a situation approaching her. The closer she is, the more painful and hot she is, the more she wants to die.

In the darkness, she had a feeling that she had to resist the situation if she wanted to live.

But the situation seems to be Tarzan overpowering, which makes it hard for her to resist. Even with her best efforts, the situation was meticulous.

During the confrontation, Ai Wei felt that his soul and body were weakening and disappearing.

She was helpless.

She found that the power of her soul and body was disappearing, and until the last power, she would die.

It's a dead end.

But if she gives up resistance, the battle will destroy her in no time. It was the thoughts in the depths of her soul that drove her to resist the war.

The AI doesn't know which way to choose, to follow the instinctive warnings of the soul, or to resist it to the end.

It's a fatal choice.

......

The sun has three poles, and the sun is shining exactly there.

Basement.

Proximity to AI; The skin, only an inch away, or could not enter her body.

By this time, the situation was already very weak, and the fluctuations in power had almost disappeared.

Does Feng Shui fail? The resistance is too great. It's no wonder that very few Feng Shui Immortals can be refined like this. Even their fathers have been exercised several times. They still fail. It's hard to say what he said. Whether or not they succeed depends on luck.

Lin Chen was reluctant.

It is rare for a living and dead person with a ghost behind him, a broken soul, to appear in front of him on the brink of death.

The most important thing is to be born in the underworld, at the right time to be born, this is the best material for living corpses.

The situation is gone, sticking to the skin of the artificial intelligence.

Lin Chen frowned. He could not tell whether the formation had entered the body or not. It's really too weak.

He wasn't sure.

"Is this a success or a failure? It hurt me. ”