Ah Zhuang was already in pain at this time, and he only knew that he could not hurt Mo Xiaoling.

On Sister Hei's side, there was no even panting.

However, Mo Xiaoling could feel that Sister Hei was not dead yet.

"Xiaoling?" The unfamiliar voice rang out again, this time with more anxiety in his tone.

Mo Xiaoling shuddered, "Hang up!" Hang up! Sister Black! Tang Ying!! ”

She screamed, and her voice broke.

Sister Hei didn't react.

Zhuang was still gasping.

"Go and hang up the !!" Mo Xiaoling wanted to push Ah Zhuang, but she didn't touch Ah Zhuang's body for a while.

Ah Zhuang let out a sneer.

"Xiaoling, don't be in a hurry......"

"Hang up! Please...... Please...... Don't say it, don't ......" Mo Xiaoling's cheeks flowed with tears, covering her face, and she actually cried.

All she could think about was "it's over."

She's done...... Wan Jisheng heard it! Everything in the hospital, Wan Jisheng heard!

I was shocked by her sharp consciousness, and my own consciousness was actually a little scattered.

I noticed that the darkness around me had been distorted, as if something was tearing at the darkness in front of my eyes and in front of Mo Xiaoling.

No, it's not the darkness that Mo Xiaoling sees, only the darkness around me is torn apart.

My body was also being pulled.

After a period of colic, I found that the darkness had been replaced by light, and it was bright in front of me, almost blinding.

Eyes accustomed to darkness are a little unaccustomed to light.

The light source was actually not very bright, just the dim glow of the small desk lamp in the room.

The small lamp was some distance on the left-hand side, and there was a door on the right-hand side, and the door was open, and the room outside was turned on with the headlamp, and the white light shone from there, and before entering the door, it had already dissipated.

Someone walked in from outside and picked me up.

A strange man......

Wait a minute! I'm a kid now?

As soon as I was surprised, I was stuffed with a bottle in my mouth.

The man coaxed me into milk and carried me to the window.

"Lingling, Lingling, drink grandma obediently. Do you miss your mother? Mom has to go to work. Mom came back soon. Wait for Mommy to come back and put you to sleep. Tomorrow Mommy will be able to feed you Grandma. The man said in a childish tone, with a loving smile on his face.

As soon as my mind moved, and as soon as I tried to move my body, the window that occupied half of my vision and the scenery outside the window changed.

With a whoosh, a pair of feet fell, dangling outside the window, and slowly landed. The whirling human body showed its face. The face had been cut beyond recognition by the knife, and the left eyeball had been buckled, leaving only a bloody hole.

"Wow-" The pacifier was spit out, and the child's hoarse cries resounded throughout the room.

The man holding the child was in a hurry, "Is it hot?" Hey, what's going on......"

He put down the bottle and walked around the house with the child in his arms, comforting.

I was separated from my child, staring at the window.

The scene outside the window was gone.

But, in my mind, the image continued.

The man hanging from the window stared into the room with his last remaining eyes. His body spun, his head still, his eyes still watching.

180 degrees, 360 degrees......

Round and round.

There is only that head, and the position is always the same.

That's when I was able to take a closer look.

The scar on the man's face was not new, but the bloody hole in his eye was new and still bleeding.

There was no resentment or hatred on his face, but fear on his face.

I didn't feel the yin energy, but it was clearly not a normal scene.

When the man spun around again, he disappeared completely.

The child's cries still echoed in the room.

I felt pain. His eyes were aching, and his left eyeball seemed to be pressed and pierced. My neck and throat were also aching, as if there was a rope around my neck, making it difficult for me to breathe.

The child's crying was quiet.

The man holding the child exclaimed, "Lingling! Lingling! ”

I turned my head and saw that the child's face was bruised, as if he was out of breath.

The man panicked, rushed out with the child in his arms, and made a phone call in a hurry while stroking the child's back.

The child coughed a few times, his breathing stabilized, and he let out a hearty cry.

I just feel mixed feelings right now.

This kid must be Mo Xiaoling.

The time of the dream has jumped, and I have returned to the time when Mo Xiaoling was born.

Her abilities were actually activated at such a young age.

At this time, she didn't understand anything at all, only that she cried out loud when she saw something terrible. The only parents she could turn to were ignorant of what was going on with her......

The time of the dream jumps again.

I saw Mo Xiaoling's parents take her to the hospital for a check-up.

Children love to cry and can only use crying to express their condition. Mo Xiaoling cried hoarsely every time, and almost died of breath every time. She did almost lose her breath. The side effects of the ability have already been manifested. The pain experienced by the hanged man could be felt by Mo Xiaoling, who was just a baby. Of course, this is impossible for a small baby to endure and endure.

The smell of disinfectant water in the hospital is not too strong, but the crying of children is deafening.

Pediatrics is always like this, distressing and boring.

Mo Xiaoling was obedient in her mother's arms.

Side effects did not occur at this time.

She looked curiously at the little patients waiting outside the office. Children of the same age or some age difference make her feel curious and close.

She rolled her eyes, was carried by her mother and turned over, facing the doctor.

The doctor's stethoscope pressed against Mo Xiaoling's chest.

Mo Xiaoling reached out to grab it, and her two little hands were held down by her mother.

Mo Xiaoling looked up at her mother.

The mother's face was worried, but there was also a smile.

And behind that familiar face, on the ceiling, a black face emerged.

Mo Xiaoling was stunned, staring at that face in a daze.

The black face had no clear facial features, like a charcoal drawing that had been scratched by someone.

The black spread like a living plant, elongating and distorting the blurred face.

In Mo Xiaoling's eyes, her mother's face disappeared.

The children's ward came to my senses.

The children in the hospital room were sleeping peacefully, the lights were turned off, the curtains were drawn, and the hazy moonlight was shining on the curtains.

On the floor of the hospital room, black shadows squirmed, climbed onto the bed, and grabbed a corner of the quilt.

Sleeping children don't know anything. The adults who accompanied the bed did not hear any movement.

The quilt was pulled and fell to the ground little by little.

The child's body was moved a little, turned over, muttered something, and continued to sleep peacefully.

With a soft sound, the entire quilt fell to the ground.

The woman who accompanied the bed was awakened, and when she opened her eyes, she got up and picked up the quilt helplessly, and wanted to cover her son.

The soft quilt wrapped the child's body again.

The sleepy-eyed woman didn't realize that it wasn't just her own children who were wrapped in the quilt.

The dark figure lay on the bed, wrapped up with the child.

Under the quilt, it wraps around the child's body. An invisible hand reached into the child's clothes, followed the gap in the gauze, and touched the stitches of the operation. The black shadow burrowed through the wound, followed the child's musculoskeletal path, and reached the child's immature heart. And then, little by little, little by little, it seeped into that heart.

By this time, the sky was already dark.

The child opened his eyes suddenly, and it was pitch black. It took a while for his eyes to return to normal. He stiffened his feet and sat up, skirted the bed, and opened the door to walk out.

The nurse at the nurse's desk heard the movement, looked over, and shouted.

The child walked on.

Follow the hallway, all the way forward.

Behind it was the footsteps and shouts of nurses. There is also the movement of the door opening.

The child's mother also screamed.

The child walked very slowly and was caught by two adults.

He was still stunned, and he didn't respond to being shouted at.

He was carried back to the hospital room and back on the bed.

The doctor came in to check.

The others in the same room were woken up and asked with concern what was going on.

The child has not responded.

The child's mother was so anxious that she began to cry. Mournful cries could not touch the child.

He looked around with a vacant look in his eyes, and suddenly said, "Mom...... Mommy ......"

After two sounds, his face suddenly turned blue-black, and his body fell limply.

The child's mother screamed and was pulled away by the doctors and nurses.

The rescue was ongoing, but it didn't make much difference.

Doctors and nurses cannot see the yin qi on the child's body.

I thought of what Ye Qing had said in the archival records.

It is not a good thing for a living person to come into contact with too many ghosts. Even if the ghosts have no malice and do not take the initiative to kill, the yin qi on their bodies will affect the living.

This child, whose heart was occupied by the ghost's yin qi, soon became unable to hold on to his already sick and weak body.

Your child's heartbeat and breathing stop.

From the wound of the operation, the black yin qi came out and hid under the bed again, as if waiting for the next prey to arrive.

(End of chapter)