Chapter Seventy-Five: Soul Attack
75 Soul Attack
After another hour like this, the seal was finally unlocked by Lin Hao, but at that moment, there was no sign at all, and several black-green light clusters drilled towards Lin Hao's eyebrows with a scream.
"Not good!" Itasca let out a low groan, and a burst of silvery-white light immediately emitted from her body to stop the few clusters of light and reseal the broken seal.
"Ahh A few clusters of light made a desolate sound and began to struggle apart.
As soon as Lin Hao heard these screams, his brain felt like it had been hit hard by a hammer, and two streams of blood gushed out of Lin Hao's nostrils.
"Ahh The light group broke free from Itasca's confinement and directly entered Lin Hao's spiritual sea, frantically devouring Lin Hao's spiritual power, trying to forcibly occupy Lin Hao's spiritual sea.
"Lin Hao, control your mental power to stop those things! Don't let them occupy your spiritual sea! Itasca's voice came into Lin Hao's head.
Lin Hao endured the severe pain, and barely gathered his little spiritual power together to resist those light clusters.
"Ahh The screaming sound of the light cluster increased a little, and Lin Hao's spiritual defense immediately became precarious.
"Die!" A burst of light erupted from Itasca's side, enveloping the light that was about to break through the defense, and the struggle of the light became weaker and weaker under Itasca's encirclement, and finally dissipated.
And Lin Hao was already bleeding from seven orifices, and his face was pale and he was lying on the ground with his eyes closed.
I don't know how long it took, Lin Hao opened his eyes and vaguely saw the white ceiling. Lin Hao now had a splitting headache, and his mind was filled with an inexplicable "buzzing" sound
"Ahem......" Lin Hao's throat came with a sweet smell, and after coughing twice, Lin Hao realized that his voice was so hoarse, and there was a thick phlegm in his throat, which was very uncomfortable.
"Didi, Didi." The alarm next to it immediately notifies the medical staff. Seconds later, several first responders in white coats ran in.
"How does it feel?" A doctor looked at the heart rate monitor and asked Lin Hao.
"Ahem......" Lin Hao waved his hand, coughed a few times and pointed to his throat and head, and then turned around, indicating that he was normal except for phlegm in his throat and dizziness. The medical staff next to him immediately suctioned sputum for Lin Hao and checked his head.
After Lin Hao was examined, the doctor left to let Lin Hao recover slowly, and Lin Hao was happy that no one bothered him.
"Itasca." Lin Hao called out Itasca.
"Boy, you're still alive." Itasca quipped.
"You old guy isn't dead, how can I be willing to die alone?" Lin Hao smiled. "No kidding, do you know who the person who gave Wu the money inheritance?"
"Hmm...... Judging by the situation, it should have been a resentful spirit that struck you that day, born from someone who had great resentment when he died. Itasca thought for a moment. And in the entire Subic clan, only a few people have this ability. However, these resentful spirits were completely different from the exercises they cultivated, and it was probably because the collector tortured them before they were alive that they had such great resentment. And the energy contained in it is also different, it is an extremely cold energy, and what they cultivate is not. ”
"Then is Wu Youqian the inheritor?" Lin Hao then asked.