The Ling family.

In the restaurant, everyone sat at the table, and the meal was not served for a long time.

"Why hasn't Crispy come back yet?"

"She told me in the middle of the night that she was going to go out, and it's been twelve hours now......"

"I used to go out a lot, so I should have come back in three or five hours."

"Could it be...... Something went wrong? ”

"Impossible! Isn't there Qingxuan and Nanqin by her side? With them here, they won't let something happen to Crispy. ”

Qing Xuan is so powerful.

Ling Buyun was 10,000 at ease with him.

"But it's crispy..."

The family was not even in the mood to eat, and from time to time they looked outside, or pricked up their ears to listen to the movement upstairs.

Suddenly, a blinding cylindrical white light appeared in the hall.

Qing Xuan, who was dressed in black, stood in front of them with the crispy crisp who had passed out in a coma.

"Crispy!? What happened to Puff Pastry? ”

Everyone came straight to him.

Su Jingnan looked at the crispy with his eyes closed, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Today, he was restless, could it be...

He spoke, his voice shrill, "crispy...... What's wrong? ”

"She was injured in the fight, and the devil knocked her soul out, and Nan Qin used its body to suppress the crispy soul." Qing Xuan stated the matter in a few words.

Crispy soul knocked out?

The Ling family's expressions were all panicked.

Ling Junmu sank his face, "Then now...... Will she be able to wake up? ”

Ever since he knew that his niece had a magical talent beyond ordinary people, he had been concerned about this knowledge.

Isn't the soul being knocked out of the body devastating to the original body?

"It's hard." Qing Xuan's voice was hoarse, looking at the little person in his arms, his eyes were full of distress, "I'll send her here first, and you take care of her." ”

"What are you going to do?" Ling Baichen frowned.

"I'll go to the Heavenly Realm, and maybe I'll find a way to save her."

"Okay." Su Jingnan took the crispy from him and carefully hugged it in his arms, "Please, you must find a way to save the crispy!" ”

"Hmm."

After Qing Xuan said this, he disappeared into the air.

Everyone in the Ling family was not in the mood to marvel at the scene just now, but followed Su Jingnan into the crispy room.

……

On the bed, the crispy body is a small lump, and the cheeks that are usually pink and tender are now bloodless, and the whole person is haggard at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Sheng Wanling sat on the edge of the bed with red eyes, and trembled her hands to caress her crispy little face, "Baby, wake up, wake up and see your mother." ”

"Sister, don't sleep, wake up, brothers will accompany you to the amusement park."

"Crispy, your favorite chicken thigh is made in the kitchen, wake up, let's go eat together."

"Crispy ......"

No matter how they called, there was no movement on the bed.

Ling Junmu, who had disappeared, pushed the door and entered, striding to the side of the crispy bed.

Behind him, followed by a group of strangely dressed people.

"This is the person I told you, whoever can save her, I will guarantee you a lifetime of glory and wealth, and all the conditions will be met."

"Trouble all of you here, do your best."

The group of people standing beside the crispy bed are metaphysical bosses from all over the world.

Anyone who was a little famous was all called over by Ling Junmu.

Hearing his words, everyone's eyes lit up.

A young man was the first to stand up, "I can give it a try." ”

The emotionally broken Sheng Wan Spirit Statue found hope, and quickly got up to make room for him, "Please!" ”

He took out a charm from his pocket, put it on his crispy forehead, calmed down, closed his eyes and recited a series of incantations he did not understand.

A few minutes later, the spell on Crispy's forehead turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and disappeared directly into the air!

The face of the young man who cast the spell changed, and he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, "How can this be? This is...... This is the reaction of the dead! ”

The yin qi on Su Su's body directly devoured the spell!

Ling Junmu frowned, and his tone was cold, "Can you cure it?" If you can't cure it, don't waste time! ”

Crispy is still breathing, and he actually said she was dead?!

The other party knew that he was wrong, lowered his head and muttered a few words softly.

"I'm not talking nonsense, that's the reaction of a dying person or a dead person."

"Even if she is still breathing, this reaction will not last long."

Before he finished speaking, he was directly choked by someone on the back of his neck.

Ling Shuheng carried him and threw him directly outside the door, "You are not welcome here, get out of here!" ”

The young man pouted, unable to say anything, shook his head and turned away.

"Who's next?" Ling Junmu glanced at the other metaphysical bigwigs in the room who were eager to try.

"I'm coming!"

"I can!"

"Let me go!"

……

One by one, one by one, came down.

The crispy on the bed was always pale and her eyes were closed.

The person who came down was as pale as earth and shook his head helplessly.

I can't wake up.

This kid is afraid that he will leave soon.

There are fewer and fewer people in the room.

Sheng Wanling and You Qian were already crying so much that their eyes were red, and they couldn't stand steadily.

"What to do? Is there really nothing that can be done? ”

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded, it was a man in a Taoist robe, "I'll try it." ”

After entering this room, he stood in silence at the back, no matter how noisy others were, he did not move.

Now, it's finally his turn to cast spells.

Everyone watched him walk to the crispy bedside and unconsciously held their breath.

His hands were raised and lowered, making strange gestures over and over again.

It's like...... In painting in general.

In a place that no one could see, a huge magic circle was formed with Crispy as the center.

The circle revolves around the pastry, spinning, changing, and finally coming to a standstill.

The caster was already sweating profusely, and he stopped what he was doing and sighed, "I tried my best, but my spell wasn't strong enough to completely suppress her spirit." ”

What he is doing now is just postponing it for a few more days on the basis of Nanqin's original soul suppression.

When the time comes, Crispy will still die.

Ling Junmu suppressed the violence in his heart and said in a calm voice, "Do you have any other way?" ”

"Yes! When I joined the Taoist sect, I once saw an elder with high mana, and in this world, I am afraid that he is the only one who can use the soul rejuvenation technique to save this child. ”

"Soul Healing?"

Several people from the Ling family approached him one after another and asked excitedly, "Then where is he now?" ”

No matter what the price, they will invite him over!

The man met their expectant gaze, sighed faintly, and shook his head helplessly, "It's a pity that I haven't seen him for a long time, and the last time I saw him was forty ......years ago."

An elder who has disappeared for forty years?!

Joke!

Whether there is a life to survive in this world is unknown!

Everyone present secretly gritted their teeth and took a deep breath.

Don't...... Is there no other way?

The Taoist priest saw their thoughts and shook his head, "I'm really sorry, then I'll go out first." ”

For the rest of the time, let them say goodbye.

The door was gently slammed shut, and the room fell into a dead silence, with occasional sobs.

Ling Baichen raised his eyes and looked at the ceiling, his voice was difficult, "I don't believe it, think of other ways......

No matter what, he had to keep the crisp.

"It's good to find the person the Taoist priest said, just find him! I'm going to look for it! ”

Ling Yan's face was full of determination, and he turned around and walked out.

"Knock knock..."

There was a knock on the door of the room.

Ling Yan, who walked to the door, opened the door.

An old man with a white beard in a Taoist robe was standing outside the door, looking at him with a smile.

And Qing Xuan, who had just disappeared, was standing behind him.