Aoba Office

Azhuang was already in pain and fell to the side. He could only gasp for air, but he couldn't hurt Mo Xiaoling.

From Sister Hei's side, there was no sound of breathing.

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

"Xiao Ling?" The unfamiliar voice spoke again, this time with more anxiety in his tone.

Mo Xiaoling trembled, "Hang up! Hang up the phone! Sister Hei! Tang Ying!!"

She screamed, her voice breaking.

Sister Hei had no reaction.

Azhuang was still breathing.

"Go hang up the phone!!!" Mo Xiaoling wanted to push A-Zhuang, but for a moment she couldn't touch A-Zhuang's body.

Azhuang sneered.

"Xiaoling, don't be anxious..."

"Hang up! Please...please...don't say it, don't..." Mo Xiaoling's cheeks shed tears, she covered her face and started crying.

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

She's finished... Wan Jisheng heard it! Wan Jisheng heard everything in the hospital!

I was struck by her sharp consciousness, and my own consciousness actually became a little blurry.

I found that the darkness around me was distorted, as if something was tearing at the darkness in front of me and in front of Mo Xiaoling.

No, it was not the darkness that Mo Xiaoling saw, only the darkness around me was torn apart.

My body was being pulled too.

After a cramp, I found that the darkness was replaced by light, and my eyes were bright, so bright that it was almost blinding.

Eyes accustomed to darkness are a little uncomfortable with light.

The light source was actually not very bright, just the dim light of a small indoor desk lamp.

There is a small desk lamp some distance away on the left, and there is a door on the right. The door is open, and the big light is on in the room outside. The white light shines from there, and it has dissipated before entering the door.

Someone came in from outside and picked me up.

A strange man...

etc! Am I a child now?

I just felt surprised when a baby bottle was stuffed into my mouth.

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

"Lingling, Lingling, drink your milk. Do you miss your mother? Mom has to go to work. Mom will be back soon. Wait for her to come back and put you to sleep. Mom will be able to feed you and drink her milk tomorrow." The man said in a childish way He spoke in a tone of voice with a loving smile on his face.

My mind moved, and just as I was about to move my body, the window and the scenery outside the window that occupied half of my field of vision changed.

With a whoosh, a pair of feet fell down, dangling outside the window, and slowly landed. The rotating human body reveals its face. The face was cut beyond recognition by the knife, and the left eyeball was removed, leaving only a bloody hole.

"Wow -" the pacifier was spit out, and the child's hoarse cry echoed through the room.

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

He put down the bottle and held the child in his arms, circling around the room and comforting him.

I had separated myself from the child and was staring at the window.

The scene outside the window disappeared.

However, in my mind, the scene continued.

The man hanging from the window stared into the room with his remaining eyes. His body was spinning, his head was still, and his eyes were still looking.

One hundred and eighty degrees, three hundred and sixty degrees...

Round and round.

Only the head remains in the same position.

I was then able to take a closer look.

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

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

I didn't feel the yin energy, but this scene was obviously not normal.

When the man turned around again, he disappeared completely.

The child's cries still echoed in the room.

I felt the pain. My eyes hurt, and my left eyeball seemed to be pressed or punctured. My neck and throat also hurt, as if there was a rope strangling my neck, making it difficult for me to breathe.

The child's crying subsided.

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

I turned my head and saw that the child's face was bruised from holding back, as if he couldn't breathe.

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

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

I just feel mixed emotions now.

This child must be Mo Xiaoling.

There was a time jump in the dream, and I must 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, she only knew how to cry loudly when she saw scary things. Her parents, the only people she could turn to, had no idea what was happening to her...

The dream time jumps again.

I saw Mo Xiaoling’s parents taking her to the hospital for examination.

Children like to cry and can only express their condition through crying. Mo Xiaoling cried until she was hoarse every time, and almost died every time. She did almost die. The side effects of the ability have already appeared. The pain experienced by the hanged man could be felt by Mo Xiaoling, who was just a baby. Of course, this is something that a little baby cannot endure.

The smell of disinfectant in the hospital was not too strong, but the cries of the children were deafening.

Pediatrics is always like this, which is distressing and annoying.

Mo Xiaoling was obedient in her mother's arms.

The side effects did not occur at this time.

She looked curiously at the young patients waiting outside the office. Children of the same age or children of a certain age make her feel curious and close.

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

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

Mo Xiaoling reached out to grab it, but her mother held her hands down.

Mo Xiaoling raised her head to see her mother.

There was worry and a smile on the mother's face.

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

Mo Xiaoling was stunned and stared at that face.

The black face had no clear facial features, like a charcoal drawing that had been blurred by someone's touch.

The blackness spread around like a living plant, elongating the blurry face and making it even more distorted.

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

The children's ward appeared in my consciousness.

The child in the ward was sleeping peacefully, the lights were turned off, the curtains were drawn, and there was dim moonlight shining on the curtains.

On the floor of the ward, a black shadow squirmed, climbed onto the bed, and grabbed a corner of the quilt.

The sleeping child was unaware of anything. The adult accompanying the bed didn't 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 slight sound, the entire quilt fell to the ground.

The woman who was sleeping with him was woken up. When he opened his eyes, he stood up helplessly and picked up the quilt to cover his son.

The soft quilt wrapped the child's body again.

The sleepy-eyed woman didn't realize that it wasn't just her child she was wrapping in the quilt.

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

Under the quilt, it wrapped around the child's body. The invisible hand reached into the child's clothes, followed the gap in the gauze, got close to the child's skin, and touched the surgical sutures. The dark shadow got through the wound, wandered along the child's muscles and bones, and came to the child's tender heart. Then, little by little, it seeped into the heart.

By this time, it was already dark.

The child opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes were filled with darkness. After a while, his eyes returned to normal. He sat up stiffly, lifted his feet off the bed, walked around the hospital bed, opened the door and walked out.

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

The child continued walking forward numbly.

Follow the corridor and keep going.

Behind me were the footsteps and shouts of the nurse. There was also the sound of opening the door.

The child's mother also shouted.

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

He was still stunned and didn't respond when someone called him.

He was carried back to the ward and lay on the bed again.

The doctor comes in to check.

Others in the same ward were woken up and asked concernedly what happened.

The child remained unresponsive.

The child's mother burst into tears. Even the harrowing cries have no way of touching a child.

He looked around with empty eyes and suddenly said: "Mom...Mom..."

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

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

Rescue efforts were ongoing, but to no avail.

Doctors and nurses cannot see the yin energy in children.

I thought of what Ye Qing once said in the archives.

It is not a good thing for a living person to come into contact with too many ghosts. Even if ghosts are not malicious and do not take the initiative to kill people, the yin energy in their bodies will affect living people.

This child's heart was taken over by the ghost's yin energy, and his already weak body soon became unable to hold on.

The child's heart and breathing stop.

From the surgical wound, black Yin Qi came out and hid under the bed, as if waiting for the next prey to arrive.