Ling Lang sighed, but couldn't help but intervene. The four mountains of soul appeared, surrounded by black impermanence.

"Who the hell are you? dare to stop the Yin Cha Soul Detention Soul Get out of the way......" But Hei Wuchang had such a good temper, and he couldn't help but say, with a loud shout, a mourning stick appeared in his hand. The whole body of this object is jet black, the head is made of a human skull, and the body of the rod is a human leg bone, I don't know how the two are nailed together, and the surrounding area is wrapped with black strips of cloth. Some of those strips of black cloth had been torn, and there was no wind to drift, and the black air was curling, which was even more strange and gloomy.

The mourning stick was sacrificed by the black impermanence, and it seemed that thousands of ghosts burst out, surrounding, opening their teeth and dancing claws, wanting to pounce and bite. There are too many to count, overlapping and overlapping, densely packed, and even to cover the body of the mourning stick. But it is a black and impermanent magic weapon, absorbing countless lonely souls in the underworld on weekdays, and being nourished by the yin qi of the earth's veins, which is the most hurtful soul.

The Soul Mountain is two thousand meters high, and the little mourning stick, like a speech official hitting a copper pillar to death, is not afraid at all, and it crashes straight up like a meteor outside the sky.

The two of the soul mountain sticks touched, the soul mountain was speechless, and the tens of millions of ghosts of the weeping mourning stick spread to most of the mountain at once, and in the cold screaming, the mouth of the fierce mouth was opened, like gnawing human bones, with a clicking sound, and the listener was like a heart chewed by a colony of ants.

The Soul Mountain was eroded by ghosts, and the little man sitting on the lotus stamen, the face that had not been able to see very clearly also had a layer of black gas.

"Turn. "With the truth in the mouth, the soul is connected. The four soul mountains rotated solemnly, but there was another soul mountain, blocking the front of the black impermanence. The tens of millions of ghosts were shaken off one after another and flew back to the surroundings of the mourning stick, but there was still a small half, left on the previous soul mountain, and under the washing of the water of the lake that day, one by one turned into a faint white light, flew to the lotus platform, and gradually disappeared.

"Fan Baye, I know very well that Yin Si is punished, and others avoid it. I have no intention of fighting with you, but can I give them another moment to say goodbye to the mother and son?" Ling Lang didn't dare to make excessive requests, he just wanted to fight for a little time, so that the sick-looking woman and her son could get along at the last moment so that they could explain.

"Bold, you know that Yin Si is executing, but you still dare to block the errand assigned by the mission, the crime is unforgivable. Not to mention that this sin soul has violated several rules, I am here tonight, and I cannot afford to lose. And your face, you want to make Bencha favoritism?" Although the strength of the Soul Mountain made Hei Wuchang slightly surprised, for thousands of years, no one dared to offend the might of the Netherworld. In the past, as soon as impermanence came out, hundreds of millions of souls, that one was not trembling and waiting to be captured? How could he be willing to bargain with a soul body in the mortal world? Not to mention that his mourning stick was a sealed magic weapon in the underworld, as long as hell was not empty, the ghosts on the mourning stick were endless, so the black impermanence was not afraid.

Ling Lang saw that Hei Wuchang was so strong, and it was also difficult, although he lost to Hei Wuchang in the soul realm, he could also resist a little. First, the characteristics of the soul lotus are not afraid of ghosts and delirium, and secondly, whether it is the soul lotus or the soul mountain, it is because he is grateful for his father's kindness. But after all, Hei Impermanence is a Yin Si righteous god, and it is okay to anger him, but behind him, there is also Bai Impermanence, as well as Niu Tou and Ma Mian, as well as the four major judges, and the ten Yamas...... There are also hundreds of millions of ghost soldiers......

"Hmph, then do you think Guan Mou has this face?" A cold snort sounded, but it was Guan Gong's holy soul that appeared. Usually, he and Bai Qijun's soul, in the form of mustard seeds, are attached to the lotus petals, even if the soul lotus is revealed, outsiders can't see them. Today, sensing Ling Lang's divine thoughts, he wanted to come out to resolve this stalemate situation, but his arrogant and cold tone, as well as his demeanor of standing with his hands in his hands and looking up at the sky, did not look like he had come out to negotiate at all.

"Marshal Guan, why are you?" Hei Wuchang was shocked when he saw the majestic "soul" shadow. You must know that Guan Gong was named Marshal Guan of the Lingyu Demon of Xudu Lang, although he is only a vacant position and has no real position, but his status in the underworld is not comparable to his black impermanence, and Guan Gong's other identities, who in the Three Realms does not know?

"Guan Mou only asks you, is it enough or not?" Guan Gong Holy Soul did not answer the question of black impermanence, and was directly ruthless.

"This, but I have to wait until I tell the judge of the evil division to make a decision. Black Impermanence replied in embarrassment. The judge of the punishment department is Zhong Kui, the ghost hunter, whose official position in the underworld is even above Marshal Lingyu Demon Guan of Xudu Lang, and he is the most selfless and official "person". The words of black impermanence are actually prevarication.

"Huh?" Suddenly, the green mangs were flourishing, and the vitality between heaven and earth was like boiling water in a pot, surrounding Guan Gong's holy soul, steaming up and down. The ghosts around the mourning stick, like a rabbit seeing a tiger, all hid back in the mourning stick, and even the strips of black rags fluttering without wind fell still.

The holy soul is angry, the soul cannot be moved, and the ghost does not dare to cry.

"Don't be angry. Fan Baye, it only takes a moment, and I can't delay your delivery. Seeing this scene, Ling Lang hurriedly withdrew the Soul Mountain Soul Lotus, turned back into the main soul, and shook his hands with a sincere attitude.

Hei Wuchang had a step, and he went down with the trend, and his hands no longer pulled hard. Seeing that Ling Lang was still looking at him with both hands, he reluctantly ripped the chain away.

The sick-looking woman was relieved, but she didn't care about stepping forward to thank her, she turned around and threw herself on Qin Haiping's body, tears in her eyes.

"Mom, don't go. Qin Haiping thought that he was in a dream, and the translucent hand was still holding his mother tightly, muttering the same sentence repeatedly.

"Ping'er, don't be afraid, mom won't leave; "A word, a few lines of tears, inch broken liver and intestines.

Seeing that Qin Haiping slowly calmed down, the sick-looking woman also stopped her "tears". With a loving face, he gently stroked his son's face. Just like the teenager in front of him when he was still a toddler.

"Ping'er, Mom is going to find your father. At home, you have to listen to your grandparents, their health is not good, you can do more, but don't get tired. You have to study hard in school, you can't bully your classmates anymore, and the gentleman in front of you is the great benefactor of our family, and you can't contradict him. Ping'er, did you hear your mother's words? Ping'er, can you hear your mother's words?" But Qin Haiping, after all, is not a soul body, there can be a clear mind there, but a trace of instinct, but he can't even get a complete answer.

An admonition is an obsession, and if you can't get an answer, how can you be willing, how to let go, and you can't be a ghost. The sick woman felt even more miserable, but she couldn't do it, so she had to ask her son repeatedly if she heard her.

"Mom, I'm obedient, I'll listen to my mom and be a good boy. I don't know if it was the sick woman's thoughts that moved the heavens and the earth, or because she had instilled in her son the soul energy she had instilled in her son over the past few years, which had played a role, making Qin Haiping sit in front of his bed like when he was a child, his mother, patting himself and coaxing himself to sleep.

"Ping'er sleep, mother's good baby, go to bed quickly. "At that time, my mother was humming a song and coaxing herself.

"Well, Ping'er listens to her mother the most, Ping'er is good. I remember that at that time, I answered like this, and then fell asleep before I knew it.

When the sick-looking woman heard her son's vague answer, she lowered her head, raised her head and saw her son's familiar and safe face. She knew that her son heard her and agreed to her request. For a while, the face that had endured no idea how much pain and torture had a faint smile in the tears.

"The hour has come, and the matter has been explained, so let's go. The black impermanence on the side seemed to be impatient for a long time, and urged loudly. Ling Lang couldn't say anything.

The sick-looking woman stood up, turned around, straightened the hair of the cloak and the ragged clothes, and was about to kneel down in front of Ling Lang.

"How can this be done?" Ling Lang hurriedly rushed forward and held her up, preventing her from kneeling.

"Sir, although I know that this is difficult for a strong man, I still have something to ask for. The sick woman struggled to her knees again.

"Eldest sister, you can't help it, you can't help it, you can say something. The sick-looking woman's movements made Ling Lang's hands scrambled for a while, and he didn't dare to use force, for fear of hurting this already extremely weak soul body, and he didn't know what to do.

"I know that Mr. is a powerful person, and in the past few years, my family Haiping has been made by me who doesn't know what to do, and people don't look like people, and ghosts don't look like ghosts. I just ask my husband to read me a lot of hard work, and help take care of him, as long as he can return to the way he was before, healthy and happy. I don't dare ask for anything else. The sick woman also knew that her son, because of the influence of his soul energy, not only had his health deteriorated a lot, but also his personality had deteriorated. She had just seen that Ling Lang was able to compete with Hei Impermanence, so it was like catching a life-saving straw, so she wanted to kneel down and ask him for help.

"Go in peace, and I'll keep him safe. At this moment, Ling Lang is not easy to refuse, and it is reasonable to let a mother who loves her son leave with peace of mind.

"I, He Guiping, represent Qin Dahai's family, thank you, Mr. The sick-looking woman still made a blessing to Ling Lang. Before her death, she was like a woman who knew how to read and make gifts.

"Let's go. Black Impermanence put the chain around the neck of the sick woman. Ling Lang had no choice but to step back.

"Errands, all avoidance. Black impermanence froze, facing forward, and shouted softly, and in the blink of an eye, it was far away, and the voice was faint and could no longer be heard.

Ling Lang turned his head to look at Qin Haiping, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, and sighed in his heart.

There is nothing else to ask for, only to be safe and healthy, only to grow up quickly, only to be happy and happy.

Parents in the world are better than this.

If you don't succeed, then I hope you will learn to make holes, and if it is too difficult to become a woman, then learn to cook and mend clothes.

Parents in the world are better than this.

People and ghosts have different paths, and love is difficult.