The woman held the child and cried helplessly and fearfully, her mind was blank, and there was only the child who fell unconscious in a pool of blood, she wanted to hold the child to the doctor, but she was trembling all over, and she couldn't stand up at all.

The people around were also shocked by this scene, seeing such a small child lying in a pool of blood, they wanted to come forward to help, but they didn't know what to do, but the clever people had already run to the hospital and brought the doctor over.

"The doctor is here! The doctor is here! Get out of the way! ”

A man ran over with the doctor, shouting as he asked the people in front of him to make way.

Not far away, Tang Ning's eyes fell on the second floor where the window had fallen, and at the window, out of sight of others, there was a small ghost squatting, just as he was poking his head to look at the little boy who had been hit below.

This is the substitute it has found for itself, and as long as the little boy dies, it can leave here and be reincarnated.

The little ghost floated down from the second floor, and no one saw it except Tangning, and it floated down and sat on the little boy's body, with both hands still holding the little boy's neck.

"I hit my head, I was bleeding non-stop, and, and I was out of breath." The doctor couldn't hide his grief and said, looking at such a young child, his eyes were full of pity.

"Nope! No! Xiao Wu won't die! My son won't die! No, it won't! I'm going to take him to eat sugar gourds, I'm going to make him new clothes, my son won't die...... He is so well-behaved and obedient, he will not be willing to make me sad, he will not...... Doctor, doctor, I beg you, please save him, save him! Please......"

The woman cried in grief, as if she was in a mad state, she held the child in her arms, crying as helpless and desperate as a child, she looked up at the dark sky and cried: "God, God, please don't take my son, he is still so young, he is so young...... If someone really wants to die, then I will die, I am willing to exchange my life for him, God, God...... Please, don't take my son, don't take him......"

The people around listened to the tears, some women couldn't help crying, even the men's eyes were slightly red, however, no one could save a child who was no longer breathing.

In a pool of blood, a mother cried helplessly and desperately, begging, grief and fear occupied her heart, she held the child in her arms tightly, and felt that the whole sky had fallen......

"Amitabha."

A Buddha with a soft sigh came in this sad and heavy atmosphere, and the people with red eyes and tears looked at the voice, and saw that a little monk in Tsing Yi walked over with his hands folded.

Tang Ning walked over, looked at the woman holding the child, and said slowly: "I'll take a look, maybe there is still salvation." ”

Maybe there is also a ......

This sentence, like a ray of light sprinkled in the darkness, made the woman who was almost crazy suddenly wake up, and her desperate and helpless cry paused, and at this time, she saw that the monk in Tsing Yi had squatted down beside her.

Tang Ning stretched out his hand, grabbed the little ghost who was sitting on the little boy, and stuffed it into the holy heavenly bowl in his palm, and at the same time, a wisp of Buddha's light and holy power was condensed in his palm.