After feeling the majestic pressure, the expression of the old man in white changed.
He gritted his teeth, and a mental wave hit me. But before it could get close, the mental wave disappeared completely like a stone sinking into the sea.
A look of solemnity finally appeared on his face, and then, a silver-white light wave that was ten times more powerful than before, like a stone falling into the water, crushed him with me as the center!
He spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
I ignored him and anxiously turned the girl over on the ground.
Her breath was weak, her eyes were dark, and her life was almost hanging by a thread.
I quickly put the silver-white soft light necklace on her. The moment she put it on, wisps of white light circled around her arms and penetrated into her body.
Feeling her heart that continued to beat and her cheeks that became increasingly rosy, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
At this time, a girl hurriedly ran over. She was holding a golden pill-like object in her hand and said concisely: "Open it now. This pill must be taken by Sister Mo quickly, otherwise her soul will be destroyed."
Unable to control the body."
I was stunned when I heard this, because this familiar voice was made by Song Qinghan.
But the situation was urgent, so I didn't ask her the reason.
I asked worriedly: "Will she be okay?"
Song Qinghan shook his head, bit his lip, and said seriously: "There is nothing wrong with the physical injury, but it is mainly the mental injury."
At this point, she glanced at the old man in white lying on the ground, and then said: "Cang Xuan's attack just now hurt Sister Mo's mental strength."
"So even if Sister Mo wakes up in the future, she will still have language and movement difficulties."
Hearing this, I trembled all over, but still asked unwillingly: "Is there really no other way?"
Song Qinghan also shook his head as he could not accept the reality, and said slowly: "Maybe, but we don't have a better way at the moment."
I looked at her sluggishly, my heart filled with anger towards Cang Xuan, but more importantly, guilt towards her.
I walked up to Cang Xuan and looked at him who was dying. This complex emotion seemed to suddenly turn into an invisible force deep in my soul.
I used the power of space to throw up his neck and shouted coldly: "Strangle!"
Immediately afterwards, a large area of space quickly shattered, revealing a cold void.
Along with his shrill screams, countless spatial turbulence completely cut him into bloody foam.
I was silent for a long time before I said, "I'll help her find a way to heal her injury first. After all, I'm still related to her by blood."
She was stunned when she heard this, looked up at me, and asked, "Your sister?"
I nodded lightly with evasive eyes and said, "That's right..."
"No problem, go to her house tonight and I will take care of her for you."
Song Qinghan said understandingly.
"Do you know the location of her home?"
I asked doubtfully.
She said softly: "I can sense it."
I nodded deeply and said nothing.
This is an old building and her door is not locked.
We carefully opened the door and saw a very neat room.
This place looked very monotonous and simple, and the style looked like a middle-aged person's room, which made me wonder if I had gone to the wrong place.
I put her on the bed and looked at her messy hair, and I couldn't help but feel sad.
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
We looked at each other in silence, sighed at each other and went out.
But what none of us noticed was that a gray-black floc slowly faded from the diamond-shaped gem on her forehead.
At the same time, the antler necklace on her chest suddenly glowed brightly, and then quickly dimmed.
Early in the morning, Song Qinghan and I opened the door together and found that she was leaning on the bed in the sun, quietly looking out the window.
"Are you okay?"
When Song Qinghan saw that she had woken up, there was a touch of joy on her face.
She hurriedly went over and sat beside Chu Yunmo's bed, arranging her clothes.
She ignored Song Qinghan, just lowered her head and stared at the lines on the sheets.
Song Qinghan smiled reluctantly, and I felt a sense of loss and guilt in my heart.
Yesterday Song Qinghan told me what she understood.
There is no problem with Chu Yunmo's soul (temporarily understood as his mind), but the spiritual bridge connected to his body has been severely damaged and has almost disappeared.
She has previous memories, has emotions, can see and hear, but cannot express them through her body.
But Song Qinghan quickly regained her gentleness, and she said dotingly: "Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat."
After saying that, she winked at me, and I just woke up from my daze.