Just when Lin Zhihui recognized Song Ning, Song Ning suddenly stepped out of the shadows and merged into the crowded crowd and walked into the distance.

Lin Zhihui chased after him, and an exclamation suddenly sounded in his ears.

A young woman with a child in her arms passed by him, and when she was struck like this, she immediately became unsteady on her feet, and was about to fall down when she swayed.

Stretching out his hand and grabbing the young woman's arm, helping the person to stand firmly, Lin Zhihui hurriedly turned his head, seeing that Song Ning had gone farther and farther, he couldn't help but feel anxious, squeezed into the crowd with all his might, and chased forward.

There are more and more people in the market, crowded and crowded, no matter how hard Lin Zhihui tries, he can't break through the crowd and shorten the distance between him and Song Ning.

Seeing that the other party crossed the street, turned into an alley in front of him, and was about to lose his trace, Lin Zhihui desperately squeezed to the side of the road, jumped on a long slope, and ran forward, where he passed was full of dangers, causing passers-by to exclaim in surprise.

Jumping down the slope from a height of nearly two meters, tumbling and landing, Lin Zhihui rushed into the alley as fast as he could, but there was no one.

This alley is not long, it is a road to the end, Lin Zhihui stood at the mouth of the alley, and he could see the pedestrians on the opposite street at a glance, Song Ning had long been nowhere to be found.

The heart was beating wildly in the chest, an inexplicable anger, the frustration of missing the target, all kinds of emotions were mixed together, just when Lin Zhihui couldn't control it and wanted to scream, an irresistible pulling force instantly wrapped him, and then the picture in front of him turned.

......

This is a park that was common in the northern region in the eighties and nineties.

The sun is shining, the grass is shady, and the large pink flowers hang all over the branches, at a glance, like clouds and mist, swaying lightly with the wind, walking in the meantime, as if you are in a sea of flowers.

Tourists dressed in various clothes were enjoying the flowers, as if there was an inexplicable traction, Lin Zhihui just looked around, and immediately found Song Ning standing under a tree.

This time he was wearing a black T-shirt and was looking up at the peach blossoms on the trees, Lin Zhihui was afraid that he would miss the goal again, so he didn't care about thinking about it, and ran towards Song Ning quickly.

Just when he was less than a hundred meters away from Song Ning, suddenly a group of young people walked in front of Lin Zhihui with a smile, blocking his way, and could only watch Song Ning turn around, appear under another tree, and gradually move away along the path.

By the time Lin Zhihui bypassed the crowd and ran onto the trail, Song Ning was nowhere to be seen.

Frozen in place, surrounded by smiling faces and flashing figures, Lin Zhihui's chest rose and fell, and he involuntarily clenched his fists, suppressing the emotions surging in his heart.

......

Seeing Song Ning again, Lin Zhihui was in a venue, the meeting seemed to have just ended, and everyone left the table one after another and rushed towards the outside of the venue.

Song Ning was standing under the rostrum, talking to someone.

Lin Zhihui went against the flow of people, seeing that Song Ning finished talking to the man, the two walked towards the small door in the corner together, and the more eager they became, they simply jumped up, turned over the rows of seats, and was about to approach the rostrum, when he suddenly stepped into the air, and the whole person fell straight down.

......

A stream of heat poured in from the back of the heart, and the feeling of almost no top disappeared suddenly.

Lin Zhihui opened his mouth wide and gasped vigorously, and in the confusion, a somewhat vague voice came from afar: "What do you think?"

When I opened my eyes, my vision gradually cleared, and I saw the concerned face. Lin Zhihui took a deep breath, tried his best to control his stalled heartbeat, and nodded slightly at her.

At this time, he was still sitting on the sofa, and Xiaohe opposite was also pale and short of breath. After receiving Lin Zhihui's gaze, Xiao He waved his hand slightly, and began to close his eyes and breathe.

Lin Zhihui also slowly closed his eyes, his lips were tensed, and he only felt a tingling pain in his brain and weakness, as if he had just gone through a big battle.

This is the result of excessive overdraft of mental power, that is, the strength of his current divine consciousness far exceeds that of ordinary people, otherwise he would not be sitting on the sofa at this time, waiting for the pain to subside, but rolling on the ground with his head in his hands.

After resting for a while, Lin Zhihui recovered a lot. Xiao He seemed to be inferior to him in strength, but his eyes were still closed and his breath was unstable, which obviously brought Lin Zhihui into time rewind, which made him extremely consumed.

By the time Xiao He finally opened his eyes, Lin Zhihui had already taken this opportunity to tell him what he had encountered in the simplest words.

"That's what I experienced when I performed the art of backtracking. Xiao He's voice still carried a hint of weakness, looked at Lin Zhihui and said, "It's like this every time, no matter how close I am to him, I will lose my goal in the blink of an eye." ”

Lin Zhihui nodded slightly, it was true, every time he was about to approach Song Ning, he would feel an inexplicable force that stopped him. But what does this mean?

Xiao He seemed to see his thoughts, and didn't say much, just said: "With your observation, if you think about it a little, you should be able to remember that in every scene, there is a person wearing a crimson robe. ”

Lin Zhihui frowned slightly, thinking about it, and found that there was indeed such a person, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Xiao He suspiciously.

It's not that he doesn't have confidence in his memory, but in that environment, all his attention is focused on Song Ning, and everything else is swept away, and he shouldn't have a deep impression on any individual.

Noticing Lin Zhihui's suspicious gaze, Xiao He couldn't help but exclaim: "You don't suspect me of doing tricks, how can it be possible, I have already been very reluctant to use this kind of retrospective technique." Add one more of you, and it's almost overloaded. ”

Looking at Lin Zhihui with an expressionless face, Xiao He hurriedly turned his head and looked at Qian Qian for help.

Qianqi nodded at Lin Zhihui, during the spell casting just now, she had been supervising beside her, and she could see that Xiao He's strength was actually not strong, and the reason why he was able to perform the technique of backtracking should be to borrow some kind of magic weapon or props, that is, he really wanted to do tricks and feet, and he didn't have that ability.

Qian's words successfully dispelled Lin Zhihui's suspicions, and Xiao He breathed a sigh of relief, and continued: "The problem I am talking about is the man in red. ”

"You talked about backtracking, but you only entered that space temporarily, intervening in the perspective of one of them. Lin Zhihui thought for a moment and questioned: "In other words, except for me who has consciousness, everyone else should be just an image." How did that man in red appear in my world?

"The man in red, is it the ghost envoy in red?" Xiao He was about to speak, when he suddenly interjected, with some inexplicable emotion in his tone.

"The beauty is indeed a knowledgeable person. Xiao He showed a look of surprise, gave a thumbs up to the Qian, and finally relaxed his slightly nervous expression, and nodded: "That's indeed the ghost envoy in red." ”

Lin Zhihui raised his eyebrows, reached out and knocked on the table, looked at Xiao He and said, "Please explain." ”

"The red-clothed ghost envoy is actually a ghost, specializing in handling some special events for the underworld. Their identities are mysterious and their strength is extraordinary. No one knows anything about them except their immediate superiors. He explained in a low voice.

"Yes, yes. Xiao He nodded again and again: "It's like a man in black in a movie, specializing in dealing with some secret events that involve the underworld and can't be known to others." ”