!But my inner son has never woken up again since then!”

"Afterwards, for the sake of the soul wound of my Neizi, I ran around and finally got some advice. If I could find the intermediate soul gathering talisman, I could save my Neizi's life!"

Listening to the middle-aged man's words, Xiaonan frowned slightly and said, "Then have you ever been to that Soul-falling Cliff?"

"Young friend actually knows this?" After hearing Fun Xiaonan's words, the middle-aged man looked at Fun Xiaonan in shock and said, "If I were not guided by experts, I really don't know this!"

Fun Xiaonan smiled slightly and said, "What do they say?"

At this time, the middle-aged man's face became more sincere, and even had a vague hope and respect. After hesitating, he gritted his teeth and said, "The man from Soul Lost Cliff said that he could cure his inner son's wounds; but I would have to be a slave on his Soul Lost Cliff for twenty years!"

Fun Xiaonan nodded slightly, but the faint smile on his face seemed to be slightly thicker.

Looking at Xiaonan's expression, the middle-aged man's hope was getting stronger and he continued: "I heard that this Soul Lost Cliff is an evil heretic, so I naturally don't want it, so I continue to find other solutions!"

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man sighed helplessly and said, "But I have found no other solution after searching all the way. If I can't find this middle-level soul gathering talisman within three months, I will naturally be unable to sit down and watch the soul spirit completely dissipate. At that time, I am afraid I will still have to go up to the Soul-falling Cliff!"

Listening to the middle-aged man's words, Fun Xiaonan nodded slightly, but his brows frowned slightly and became silent.

The middle-aged man beside him looked at Fun Xiaonan's expression, and his heart sank slightly, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "If you can help me think of a way to find this intermediate soul gathering talisman, or have other ways to save my son; I will do my best to repay you, and... and I still owe you a favor!"

"If this takes longer, I have a solution, but if it is only three months, I will not be sure enough!"

Fun Xiaonan pondered for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Where is your wife now? I can go and see it. If I am sure, I will take this matter!"

When the middle-aged man was excited when he heard Xiaonan's words, he was slightly stunned: "Young friend, don't... don't you ask your elders together?"

"Haha...no need!" Fun Xiaonan said with a slow smile.

The next day, Fun Xiaonan called the counselor and asked for a day off; then he followed the middle-aged man on a plane to Hei Province.

The middle-aged man claimed to be Zhao Xianling and came from a family of monks. However, over the past few decades, his family has declined, and only six or seven people are left.

However, because his family still has a lot of ancestral property, he has sufficient cultivation resources, and his qualifications are quite good, so he successfully entered the Vajra Realm at the age of forty; he is also a real master.

The distance from Southern Province to Hei Province is quite long. The plane takes off at 9 a.m. and lands before nearly twelve a.m.

The one who came to the airport was Zhao Xianling's son Zhao Zhongming. Zhao Zhongming looked about the same age as Fun Xiaonan. He looked at Fun Xiaonan who was walking beside his father, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.

Then the two of them went to the provincial hospital. Zhao's wife was in a coma and was living in the Department of Neurology at the provincial hospital.

In a luxurious single room in the hospital, Fun Xiaonan soon met Zhao's wife in a coma and Zhao Xianling's daughter who was accompanying him.

"Dad, you're back!"

Seeing Zhao Xianling come back, a hint of surprise quickly appeared on the girl's beautiful face.

"Well... I'm back!" Seeing his daughter, Zhao Xianling showed a hint of love on his face and smiled: "Imitation friend, this is my daughter Zhao Zhongling!"

"Zhong Ling, call me brother imitation!"

"Good brother!" The girl saw Xiaonan behind her father, her face turned slightly red, and she shouted sweetly.

"Yeah... Hello, Sister Zhong Ling!"

It has to be said that Zhao Xianling and his wife have excellent bloodlines, and both of them are very beautiful. Although monks after building foundations are better than ordinary people, regardless of their appearance and temperament.

But Zhao Xianling's sons and daughters are all very Zhong Lingliuxiu, and they seem to be stronger than the Wang brothers and sisters. It seems that Zhao Xianling's ancestors are really extraordinary.

"Imitation friend... my son, I'll ask you to have a lot of trouble!"

Listening to Zhao Xianling's words, Fu Xiaonan nodded and smiled: "Senior Zhao, you are kind, I will do my best!"

After looking at the data on the monitoring instruments around him, everything was normal, then he reached out to look at his wife Zhao's pupils, then used a flashlight to shoot. Seeing that his wife's reflection on light was extremely poor, and only had a little reaction, her brow frowned slightly; this showed that the power of the soul was already quite weak.

It seems that what Zhao Xianling said is true in the March period; if you can’t think of a solution within these three months, then it will be inevitable that Zhao’s wife’s soul will be dispersed.

After putting down the flashlight, Xiaonan quickly used several handprints with his hands, and finally turned into the immovable Mingwang Seal. He counted the seal hall of Zhao's wife's eyebrows with his fingers, and shouted in a low voice: "Thousand Souls, Thousand Souls!"

With this low voice, Fun Xiaonan clearly felt a slight fluctuation of Zhao's soul power. Countless slight soul power surged rapidly in Zhao's sea of ​​consciousness with the power of his thousand souls.

Zhao Xianling and his daughters next to him were excited at this time, because they could clearly see that Zhao's wife, who had been unconscious on the bed for several months, had her fingers moved at this time.

However, this was just a move of the fingers, and there was no other reaction; and Fun Xiaonan breathed a sigh of relief at this time, slowly opened his eyes, and let go of the handprints in his hand.

"Imitation, how about Imitation?" Zhao Xianling looked at Imitation Xiaonan excitedly and said nervously.

Xiaonan frowned slightly and said slowly: "The soul is seriously injured, it's very troublesome!"

Zhao Xianling was not surprised by Fun Xiaonan's words. He took a deep breath and asked again in a deep voice: "Is there any way?"

"It's hard to say about this matter for the time being. I have to go back and think of a solution. I will definitely reply to Senior Zhao within a week!" Xiaonan said in a deep voice.

"Okay! Please do your best if you imitate me. Regardless of whether there is a way, my whole family will thank you very much!"

Although Fan Xiaonan did not confirm it on the spot, he did not say that there was no way, which made Zhao Xianling quite excited.

Over the past few months, he and his wife have searched countless experts he could find, but there is a way to confirm that there is a way. Apart from the Soul Cliff, there is only the expert who guided him to need the intermediate soul gathering talisman. Most of the others have checked and said they can do nothing on the spot.

It is better to have hope than to have no hope.

After having lunch in Hei Province, Fun Xiaonan politely declined Zhao Xianling's request and went straight to the airport to return to Dongyuan.

Seeing Fun Xiaonan's figure disappearing into the security check passage, Zhao Xianling's eyes were full of hope.

"Dad, do you think this imitation Xiaonan can only have mother?" Zhao Zhongming, who was standing beside him, hesitated.

"Although he is young, he really has certain abilities in his behavior and should be relatively reliable. I hope he can really think of a solution this time!"
Chapter completed!