Mo Feng stood there with a calm expression, his eyes looking at the blue strange man, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Is there something that makes you so concerned?"

Xia Ling only heard a series of strange "whining" sounds from the strange man, but Mo Feng seemed to be listening there very seriously and nodded. For a while, Xia Ling felt that she was really a ghost.

"We're going to go to sea in a minute." Coldly, Mo Feng finally withdrew his gaze and looked at Xia Ling, who was still sitting on the ground.

Xia Ling's eyes were still staring at the ghostly sound for a long time. As soon as the "woo" sound disappeared, she saw the ghostly sound grimace at her, and then her body became more and more transparent, until Xia Ling could no longer see him.

The breath held in his chest seemed to be instantly gasped, and Xia Ling stammered and pointed to the disappearing ghostly sound.

"He, he, he! ......”

"He's ghostly. Recently, many villagers have reported that there is too much noise lingering near the Xiangsheng Sea, and the behavior is also very strange. And the brother just told me that it was because the sea channel in the far sea was occupied by a very powerful ghostly sound, which prevented them from passing through the sea of death. So we're going to get to the bottom of that powerful ghost. ”

Mo Feng rarely explained to her carefully, and reached out to pull her up from the ground.

"If this matter is not resolved, these whispers will not be happy, and those who love them will be miserable."

As the saying goes, serious men are the most handsome, and Xia Ling thinks this makes sense. When he told her these things very seriously, the fear in his heart gradually dissipated.

In fact, she was originally a kind of ghost in this world, so what is there to be afraid of when she meets her kind?

They rented a boat, put a nearby villager at the helm, and headed out to sea.

The sea breeze in the sea of death is not cool, and there is even a hint of warmth. The farther you go, the clearer and more transparent the water becomes, and when you stand on the boat, you can see all kinds of fish swimming under the water, as if they were close at hand.

Xia Ling's heart couldn't help but feel a little melancholy, these most beautiful scenery were actually the last journey of the deceased in this world.

They sailed so fast that they almost ignored the sudden waves on the sea, but the farther they went, the quieter the sea became. There was not even the sound of the wind around.

"At the front."

Before Mo Feng could speak, Xia Ling saw a young man standing in the distance.

The boy didn't look like the strange man she had seen on the shore. He was like an ordinary man, standing quietly on the surface of the sea. Many small colorful fish gathered around him at his feet, but his shadow was not visible on the water.

It wasn't him who made Xia Ling notice him, but the gaze he looked at Xia Ling.

Xia Ling couldn't say it himself, he was obviously far away, but his expression Xia Ling saw it very clearly in his eyes. And the grief in her eyes and the excitement in her eyes when she saw her were like a knife cutting a cut in her heart.

"Who are you, who ......?"

Xia Ling's voice echoed infinitely on the sea, and the man came to her in an instant when he heard the voice.

"Lingling, I will protect you."

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and when Xia Ling's brain was working again, she was horrified to find that she was sinking in the sea.

The intense feeling of suffocation made her feel unspeakably uncomfortable, and suddenly she saw the face of a woman in the faint light of the seabed, a woman who looked exactly like her.

"Sister, I'm Ye Ling, don't you remember me?"

"Ye Ling......" Xia Ling muttered.

"Mother's red notebook, do you remember?"

"What's that?"

"It's a secret between the two of us. You owe me forever. ”

......

"Ling'er! Ling'er! ”

Mo Feng saw Xia Ling in front of him standing there without moving, and kept chanting Ye Ling's name in his mouth, and he couldn't help but feel a panic in his heart.

In the silent seabed, the woman's words clearly reached Xia Ling's ears, but her eyelids became heavier and heavier. In a trance, she seemed to hear the call of Mo Feng again, but it was like the weakness before death, her whole body was stiff, and she couldn't do anything.

"Ha ......"

Suddenly, she took a deep breath, the fresh air burrowed into her trachea, and she gradually came to her senses as if she was alive, and the itching sensation in her throat made her cough violently.

Her vision gradually cleared again, and she saw Mo Feng's back. He stood in front of her, trembling slightly.

"Ink Wind ......"

She reached out to touch him, but he shouted at him.

"Don't touch me!"

It was also a long time later that Xia Ling realized that it was he who used all his strength to help her block the violent magnetic field fluctuations caused by the ghostly sound. Everything he did for her, too, was always, silently never said.

Xia Ling withdrew her hand a little aggrieved, she had not fully recovered. His face was pale with an unusual red.

She bypassed the ink wind and saw that the man was still standing there, and her eyes finally rolled when she saw Xia Ling.

"Lingling...... Everybody hates me, and now you're gone, so I'm killing myself......"

Suddenly, the man's body shook violently, and he gradually squatted down. Tears dripped on the surface of the sea, steaming like hot magma.

The man's mood fluctuations seemed to instantly confuse the self-defense power around him, and Mo Feng took two steps back with some difficulty, forcing himself not to fall down at this time. He looked at the man and couldn't help but ponder with some confusion.

There are very few people with such a strong magnetic field in the entire Oceanwide Country, and the magnetic force after death should be greatly weakened than before death. And the man mentioned Ye Ling again...... A hint of uneasiness flashed through Mo Feng's heart.

"Why do people hate you? ...... Don't cry. ”

Xia Ling squatted down with a little softheart, and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of the man's eyes, but Mo Feng grabbed his arm with one hand. Xia Ling looked back and saw Mo Feng shaking her head slightly.

"Lingling, I thought that if I died, everyone would feel guilty about me, but no one has found my body until now, you know!"

The man's mood fluctuated very much, and there was a strong hatred in his eyes, and in Xia Ling's eyes, these hatreds all came from the hatred that people in this world had for him in the past.

"Where do you live? I will go to your corpse and let you go in peace. ”

"No, you're gone, you won't go back to Oceanwide again, you won't come back to me...... And my body is long gone. ”

"I'm not leaving, I'm here!"

Xia Ling still couldn't hold back, stepped forward and grabbed one of the man's hands and said softly. In Xia Ling's feelings, he is a lonely soul, just like his childhood self in the orphanage, and all he needs is love.

The man's hands were cold, his face was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and Xia Ling couldn't even accept that he was a ghost.

She pulled her closer, leaned into her arms, and gently patted her on the back to calm his emotions. But what Xia Ling didn't know was that a blue thing was slowly infecting her whole body from the soles of her feet, like a painless corrosive agent, taking her out of this world little by little.

Mo Feng looked at the woman in front of him, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes. He thought that Ling'er was really different from before, but it was the Ling'er he liked when he was a child, simple and disregarding the overall situation.

But when his gaze touched the man, Mo Feng's eyes instantly became sharp again. His hand slowly lifted, and a transparent sword appeared in his hand with a flash of thunder. In just a split second, the sword in his hand stabbed firmly into the man's back.

Xia Ling's hand stiffened there, she looked at the tip of the sword that was only one decimeter away from her chest, and then looked up at the man who was smiling at her, tears instantly overflowed from the corners of her eyes.

"Lingling, I'm not here, it's a blessing for everyone...... I really regret that I was born into this world......"

Like glass shattered in an instant, the man in front of him scattered in an instant. Xia Ling trembled, and her nails were embedded in the flesh, and she was in pain.

She got up instantly, turned around and swung her fist at the ink wind with all her might.

"Why, why! You bastard! You bastard!! ”

The face that was originally a little pale instantly turned red with anger, she felt that Mo Feng was too good, why did she have to use such an extreme method to solve the problem! Without even asking her, he let the man die in his arms. So what does she have in this matter? Is he the tool to kill the man?

Mofeng stood there, letting her beat until she finally crouched down exhausted and lost her voice.

Mo Feng's face was pale, he had consumed too much just now, and Xia Ling's fists were all full strength, and now he had to spend all his strength even standing still.

"Who is Ye Ling? Is that the woman who looks exactly like me? What is her relationship with me? ”

Xia Ling calmed down, thinking of Ye Ling, who was chanting in the man's mouth, and then remembered the woman she saw in the undersea illusion that was the same as herself.

She ...... It's your sister. Mo Feng's tone was hesitant.

"Sister? So where is she now? Xia Ling got up and looked at Mo Feng.

"Enemy country."

"Why in enemy country?"

"Because she's hell-bent on killing you......"

Hearing this, Xia Ling was silent. She recalled the expression on her face when she saw Ye Ling. She didn't feel the slightest hint of hatred.

"That'...... What about my mother? ”

Xia Ling wanted to continue asking, but Mo Feng didn't seem to be so impatient.

"I'm not obligated to answer your questions, but if you want to know, think for yourself."

After speaking, Mo Feng turned around and quickly walked into the houseboat.

Bright red blood sprayed on the ground, and he tried to calm his breath, his underwear soaked with sweat. He didn't want Xia Ling to see him like this no matter what.

"I'm sorry, but if it's a definite ending, I want you to have more days now...... Don't hate me. ”

And although Xia Ling on the deck was unhappy in his heart, he didn't have any way to deal with Mo Feng. She squatted down and leaned against the wall, recalling the red notebook that Ye Ling had asked her to find just now.

In her memory, she had never had an impression of this notebook, and even her impression of her mother was limited to a few blurry images.

What's in there? When you go back, you must find a way to find out.

Now, it seems that only when she has enough strength and power can she protect what she wants to protect and know what she wants to know.