I tried twice more, but found that my left arm was really unconscious, and I couldn't move at all.

Strangely, if you touch the bright red skin on your left arm, it hurts.

It's all a medical paradox.

Because the paralysis of the human body is a problem with the nervous system, for example, the paralysis of the legs is generally a nerve injury near the lumbar spine, resulting in loss of control of the legs, and the loss of sensation of the nerves will also lead to the loss of sensation in the legs.

If you prick a paralyzed patient's legs with an awl, he won't feel any pain even if he gets a hole in his leg.

To put it simply, if you are paralyzed, you will not feel pain, but you can feel pain. You won't be paralyzed.

Like my left arm, it hurts a lot to feel the skin, but trying to control my left hand and being completely unconscious is not possible in the medical field.

It's like someone telling you. It's ridiculous to have a broken electrical wiring at home, but the appliances are still working.

What scared me even more was that not only did I lose sensation in my left arm, but there seemed to be something wrong with the body tissue inside, so I reached out and pinched my arm despite the pain. I found that the inside became like a ball of cotton wool, and it didn't feel like meat anymore.

What's going on?

I suddenly remembered that in my dream, I was cut off by the Great Elder's knife, could it be that the change in my arm is related to the Great Elder's knife?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but turn my gaze to the Great Elder who was being supported by the old man Hezheng.

The Great Elder noticed my gaze, turned his head, and saw that I was holding my bright red left arm, his brows couldn't help frowning, and he said: "Hongfan, wait a minute, you prepare some bandages, bandage Ji Zang's left hand, wrap it tightly, his left hand can't see the light for the next two days, otherwise it will be completely abolished." ”

Only then did my father notice the strangeness of my left arm and became nervous, and I felt helpless in my heart: this is really my father! My hands are like this, and I haven't noticed it for so long, so I really don't take my son seriously.

Although my father was careless, he dealt with the problem in a timely manner, and he quickly came to me, pulled out a roll of bandages out of nowhere, and began to help me bandage my left arm.

Probably to alleviate the embarrassment, my father took the initiative to talk about my arm, and he told me that my left arm was like this because my soul was damaged.

Although the body and soul belong to different categories, they are combined, so it is normal for them to affect each other, and in the same way that physical injuries can cause the soul to leave a mark, and similarly, damage to the soul can also affect physical functions.

Folklore has it that a child's birthmark was sent by a ghost sent by Lord Yama to be beaten by a ghost who was unwilling to be reincarnated before birth, and those bruises were the bruises left on the soul.

Similarly, there is a similar legend in the West, where they believe that a child's birthmark is a physical wound in a past life. When it was brought by the soul reincarnation, it became a birthmark.

In 29 years, a three-year-old child abroad told his parents that the birthmark on his forehead was left by someone who had been hacked with an axe in his previous life, and his parents took him to the village he said to investigate, and he found the murderer who killed him, and also led the police to find the place where the body was buried, and there was indeed a wound on the forehead of the skeleton that was cut with an axe, which was exactly the same as his birthmark.

If the body is damaged, the soul will also be damaged, but the soul will be completed when it is reincarnated, so the birthmark is generally blue-purple, or gray-black. Once the birthmark is red, it means that the soul is badly damaged.

And my current situation is that the body is intact, but the soul has been amputated, and the body of the soul has been lost, and it is naturally out of control. Even the body can be damaged.

My father's movements were swift and he quickly bandaged my arm, and my whole arm and fingers were bandaged.

I lifted my hand that was limp around the strap, and suddenly it felt familiar. If you think about it carefully, isn't this what Orochimaru looks like in the Hokage after his souls were cut off from his hands?

This......

Could it be that the author of the Hokage has also seen similar metaphysical incidents? I wrote such a plot, and in it. Orochimaru's hand has not been able to heal well, and in the end, he only recovered by reincarnation.

Reincarnation, it can be ninjutsu in anime, but in reality, it's dead reincarnation?! So I will have to wait until the next life to regain my left hand?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but get nervous: "My left hand won't be completely useless, will it?" ”

"No, it won't. At that time, the situation was critical, and the Great Elder had no choice but to do his job in a hurry, and when the ritual was performed, your soul would be restored, and the problem with your arm would be solved. Father said.

Hear my father mention the ritual. My heart suddenly struck, and a question suddenly came to mind: When I first came to Huangjialing, my father had been urging me to leave in a hurry, unwilling to let me accept this ceremony, but now. His attitude seemed to have changed, and he had become approving.

What's going on here? Is it because of these dangers that I encountered tonight?

Or was my father brainwashed by the Great Elders? Since the Great Elder can enter the sea of consciousness of others and change the thoughts of others, can they also do it?

My heart was filled with confusion. At this moment, my father and I were at the back of the crowd, and no one was paying attention, so I lowered my voice and asked, "Didn't you keep letting me escape?" Why did you suddenly change your mind? ”

Father's eyes flickered slightly, and he also whispered back: "I thought about it, and the best choice now is this." Of course I hope you are well. ”

No, absolutely not.

Don't look at my father's contact for a short time, but I already know his character, he is a man without a city, or rather. It's because I'm so guilty that I can't help but reveal my true feelings.

His gaze flickered, something must have happened. I didn't continue to ask, but I wrote it down in my mind.

Re-entering the town, not far away, someone drove two buses, all of us got on the bus, Yuan Ling was still unconscious, I sat with her in the back of the bus, holding her tightly with my right hand.

My father sat in the row in front of us. Along the way, he looked at the street scene of the town silently, his face was cloudy, and he was obviously making some painful choice.

I saw all this in my eyes, and I was even more sure of the previous speculation in my heart that something must have happened to my father. will suddenly change their attitude.

It's just that what is it that can have such weight that can allow a man to disregard his son's life and push him to the edge of the cliff where his life hangs by a thread?

I don't know exactly what the ritual is to remove the mark of the flower on the other side. But judging from my father's attitude and words at the beginning, it must have been dangerous and abnormal, so he persuaded me to flee, but in just a few hours, he changed his mind. It's ridiculous too.

Moreover, I also thought of a terrible possibility, my father suddenly became so indifferent to my life, so could the talking mouse in the hotel be controlled by him? It's all about letting me die anyway, what's the difference between dying in a ritual and dying outside of town?

Thinking of this, I can't help but shudder down my spine - the biggest fear in life is not facing death, but even my loved ones can't believe it.

Just as I was thinking about it, the car came to the door of the hotel, and the old man Hezheng got up and greeted me: "Ji Zang, go, take me and the Great Elder to see the corpse of the mouse, and be sure to find out the guy who is hiding next to us." ”

Hearing the words of the old man Hezheng, my heart suddenly brightened: What's the use of thinking so much? Who the hell wants to harm themselves. Wouldn't it be nice to let the Great Elder track it down through the corpse of the rat?

Whether it's a poisonous snake hiding in the darkness or a father who has changed his mind, it only takes one spell to reveal the truth.

I asked the two young people to take care of the sleeping Yuan Ling, got out of the car by myself, and took the old man Hezheng and the elder into the hotel elevator. The fourth floor option was pressed.

The old man was a little surprised: "Don't you live on the fifth floor?" ”

"The rats were thrown into the trash can on the fourth floor by me."

The old man Hezheng couldn't laugh or cry a little: "You are really careful." ”

The Great Elder had recovered a lot at the moment, and he coughed lightly: "Hezheng, as long as the results come out later, no matter who the spell points to, you can't be merciful." ”

The old man suddenly became serious: "I know. ”

I listened on the sidelines, and I couldn't help but get nervous, if I really found out that the black hand was one of the Ji family, would the old man Hezheng kill the other party without sparing?

After thinking about it, the elevator reached the fourth floor, and the old man walked forward quickly and took out the bag of garbage from the trash can—because this was the only bag in the trash can.

It's just that as soon as he untied the garbage bag, a sudden change occurred.

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