"Yang Muqing!"

Murong Cao shouted with all his strength, and there was even an echo from a distance, but Yang Muqing did not give the slightest reaction. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Murong Cao hurriedly dialed Yang Muqing's phone again, this time it was connected, and the bell came down from above, but Yang Muqing didn't seem to hear it at all.

Not right!

But at this time, the two of them couldn't get any life-saving equipment such as air cushions, so they could only use the most primitive method - along the path uphill.

It had just rained, and the grass covering the path was covered with water droplets, and it was cold to the skin in the hot summer, and the chill ran up from the soles of the feet.

Fifteen minutes later, the two finally climbed to the top of the mountain with difficulty.

Yang Muqing was still standing in front of the cliff, maintaining the same posture as just now.

Murong Cao rushed over, hugged his waist, and dragged him back.

There was no resistance, no struggle, it was heavy and heavy, but fortunately, it was still warm.

Murong Cao couldn't support his weight, and after making sure that he had retreated to a safe position, he had to put him to the ground despite the dampness of the ground.

Yang Muqing's face turned blue, his eyes were closed, and he was already unconscious.

"Yang Muqing ......"

Murong Cao gently patted his face, but it didn't work at all.

Li squatted down, grabbed one of Yang Muqing's hands, and grabbed his wrist to make a pulse.

"You also studied medicine?" Murong Cao asked.

"No, but I can tell that his pulse is very regular and strong, which means that he is in good health." Li Hang replied.

"I suspect he's not in a coma, but out of his body." Murong Cao's brows furrowed again.

"On what basis?" Li Xuan took a cursory look at Yang Muqing's head and neck and confirmed that there were no external injuries.

"Experience, and feeling." Murong Cao held Yang Muqing's hand and rubbed it gently.

"Then shall we take him back first and see how it goes?" Li Hang suggested.

"No, you have to find his soul out of his body here, otherwise there will be damage, the soul can't leave the body for too long, even one soul and one soul, let alone the whole soul." Murong Cao remembered that Yang Muqing had solemnly mentioned this matter, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

"So how?" Li Hang looked at Murong Cao, quietly waiting for her reply.

After all, Murong Cao's question was not in vain, Yang Muqing was talented, but Murong Cao had many shortcuts, and he could always find some bizarre solutions.

"Soul Temptation."

Murong Cao calmly spat out two words.

"I don't want Muqing to wake up, not only not grateful, but blame me for not stopping you." Li hung his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows, not very agreeing.

"But it's the most effective way I know." Murong Cao seemed to have made up his mind.

In some places, if a child loses his soul, he will ask some shamans to call the child's name along the village and alleys, and burn incense and candles to worship the ghost, which is generally called "calling the soul". The method of "seducing souls" is somewhat similar to this, but it can find lost souls more quickly, because the sacrifice used in this method is not incense and candles, but the blood of the practitioner, so ordinary shamans do not want to use it.

"Then you start." Li Hang dispelled the idea of continuing to stop it, because preventing Murong Cao from doing what she wanted would not succeed nine times out of ten.

And, every time, she finds a reason to make others unspeakable.

"You keep him safe, and I'll be quick."

Murong Cao took out a fruit knife from the satchel he was carrying and cut it into his palm mercilessly.

Blood gushed out and splashed onto the ground beneath her feet.

Li Hang gasped, but Murong Cao didn't even frown.

She walked down the road up the mountain, Yang Muqing's movement route should be from the car to the mountain, there must be a space between this distance to imprison the soul.

There is another reason why she insists on using "soul luring", Yang Muqing's soul is not following other ghosts, but is imprisoned by the shadow of her childhood.

As far as Yang Muqing's special physique is concerned, it is not terrible to really encounter a pure ghost, but this situation of soul loss is even more dangerous!

After walking for a minute or two, the wound on Murong Cao's palm no longer flowed blood, so she slashed it again, as if she didn't cut her own hand.

Drops of blood are like blooming red plums, moving forward along the winding path.

Yang Muqing felt that he had been running for a long time, but no matter what direction he changed, he couldn't escape the accident site, and he felt as if he had been put into a maze centered on the location of the incident that year.

Rain, thunder, lightning...... The cycle goes on and on, endlessly.

Reason told him that he should stop, and no matter how much effort he tried, it would not change the outcome in reality.

But he didn't dare to stop emotionally, even if he knew it was fake, he had to do his best once!

If you stop, you really have to face the situation you don't want to see again.

He forgot that he was now in a five-year-old body, and he couldn't stand the seemingly endless running, and with a "bang", he fell into the mud, his head and face covered with mud and cement stains.

Yang Muqing was a little depressed in her heart, but she still wanted to struggle to get up.

"Yang Muqing."

A gentle call entered his ears.

Finally, can't you escape?

"Yang Muqing, you used to be like this when you were a child."

A slightly flirtatious tone, an unusually familiar tone.

Yang Muqing wiped the muddy water off his eyelids with the back of his clean hand, and finally opened his eyes.

It was really not Teacher Xiaoya, standing in front of him was Murong Cao, whose palm was still dripping with blood.