"Let Mo Lingfan try it! I just checked his blood mark, and there is no problem. Tang Baichuan said to everyone after entering the house. Actually, did he check it? No, he was just a simple Lingfan, he had confidence in the person in his Linghai.

Mo Lingfan, who followed up, also came forward obediently, "Let me try! There will be no danger. His words eased everyone a little, but there were still people worried about him, Tang Xiaolan walked up to him and whispered to him, "Be careful." ”

"Well, I will. Mo Lingfan nodded, and Sister Zhang stepped forward again and said: "Child, what you just said about breaking the soul reminds me of a sad past, originally I and your Brother Zhang had a daughter...... Sister Zhang told a story, shocking everyone present, and for a while the room was quiet, "Be careful, child, you are very kind, Sister Zhang doesn't want you to have anything." After speaking, she instructed Mo Lingfan.

Mo Lingfan stepped forward, squatted down, held Brother Zhang's hand, and a blood-red blood mark appeared on his forehead, shining brightly, and when everyone opened their eyes again, Mo Lingfan was already half-squatting on the side of the bed and falling asleep.

"Is this a traverse mood technique?" Tang Baichuan wondered, but a figure had already passed first, and Liu Qianyu had already stepped forward to test his pulse. After a while, she turned around and gave everyone a smile on the face of the end of the spirit.

She actually thought of the [Traveling Mood Technique], but after touching the veins, she found that the pulse was very stable, and the spiritual power was running slowly, so she didn't want to be the caster of the [Traveling Mood Technique].

The dark surroundings, the hollow deep feeling, an inexplicable pressure from time to time from all around, but it is loose at the touch, Mo Lingfan does not know where he is at this time, he can't open his eyes, he can't see the movement around him, he wants to get rid of it hard, but he can't exert his strength, it's very like "dead", am I dead?

Just when Mo Lingfan was distressed, the ensuing squeeze became more and more urgent, and the duration of each action became longer and longer, and finally once, the pressure refused to retreat, and kept squeezing him, as if someone pushed him in one direction, he thought that it was the god of death? He wanted to resist at first, but this time it was really squeezing his body deformed, he endured and waited quietly for death to come, maybe he would become a pancake, the only regret was that he would never see Grandpa Lian again, and Dad.

However, not long after he gave up resistance, the squeezing sensation of his body suddenly disappeared, but his body was light, and he felt the softness around him, followed by the extremely strong light around him, he screamed, and tears kept falling, but after screaming, the tears and shouting could not be contained, and he kept opening his mouth to cry.

"It's a daughter!" cried out a woman in a shrill voice for joy, and he heard the words...... "Uh... , I'm a man!" He opened his eyes sharply to see who was talking nonsense, and this opening startled him, and a handsome man stared at him, his eyes wide, and he looked like a cannibal, and he couldn't speak.

"Brother Zhang, congratulations, it's a daughter. The woman's shrill voice rang out again, "Show me." A weak voice came, "Mmmm, you see how cute!" The man carried the child to the head of the bed and teased the child to show her, but then the child quieted down, yes, Mo Lingfan began to think.

"Sister Zhang said that she has a daughter, she must be me now, so I am successful now, the scene is reproduced, and I have experienced it myself?" he thought so, and someone accosted him, "Boy, aren't you surprised! That's because your kid's spiritual power is too weak, and he can only break the Fa in such a way that he has personally experienced." Bear with me!" replied.

"Zhang Ling, don't run around! Mom goes to cook, and you play in the house. A beautiful woman said to him, Zhang Ling is the name of the child that Mo Lingfan experienced, that is, the daughter of the beautiful woman Sister Zhang, that is their family is very happy, of course, Mo Lingfan will run around, he went out to see the Lechuan River, although it is in a dream, but the Lethe River is also very Lingxiu, the blood-red crystal clear flashing, extremely beautiful, often passers-by to hold a hand of water to drink, Mo Lingfan felt curious, how to drink blood-red water, he also went to hold a small handful, in the river is blood-red, but it is white and transparent, clean and abnormal。

Time seems to have passed a long time, Zhang Ling is already eight years old, Mo Lingfan and Yu Ran Ming have a few conversations during the period, he knows that the time here is different from the outside, the dream may be an hour outside or less in a year, because the speed of imagination is very fast, but because he does not have the ability to speed up the dream to find the place where the soul is broken, he can only wait like this.

However, Zhang Ling, a child, has never been seen by Mo Lingfan when he came to the village, and the story told by Sister Zhang was when he was ten years old, so he knew that the place where his soul was broken was about to be found.

Nine years old, Mo Lingfan was surprised to find that this Zhang Ling was no longer under his control, he is now slowly becoming a bystander, Zhang Ling's body in the bystander, she often looks at the businessmen on the road, and asks them about the outside world, the businessmen drink water and rest, and when they enjoy the beautiful scenery of Lethe, they also tell this doll about the outside world, there are fun dolls in the outside world, delicious sugar gourds, singing circuses, and even knights who cultivate immortals.

At this time, Mo Lingfan was in a cold sweat, because he was now exactly ten years old, he could understand the temptation of the outside world for a nine-year-old child, if he calculated it like this.... Exactly ten years old.

The merchants were gone, Zhang Ling saw them leave, Mo Lingfan cheered up, and began to carefully observe Zhang Ling's every move now, she went home. Turning around under the spectacle of the sunset on the Lechuan River, this move made Yu Ranming seem to be very unhappy, "This little girl is cool, there is no interest at all, such a beautiful scenery, how can you write a poem!" "This... Well, you're right. "Mo Lingfan is not good at arousing his interest, and he should be peaceful.

"The sunset rises on the water of Lethe, and the lonely shadow at the edge of the village shines on the red glow; What do you think of this song?" said Yu Ranming quite proudly, "Yes, yes, it's so well written." Mo Lingfan hurriedly pandered. "I thought that you are the boss now and can save Brother Zhang, if I can't do it, I have to count on you. ”

He didn't think carefully about this boring and ruthless limerick poem, but put all his eyes and thoughts on Zhang Ling.