A Zhuang was already in pain and fell to the side. He only knew how to breathe, but he couldn't hurt Mo Xiaoling.

Sister Hei didn't even breathe.

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

"Xiaoling?" The strange voice rang aside again, and this time there was more anxiety in his tone.

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

She screamed, and it was broken.

Sister Hei didn't respond at all.

Azhuang is still gasping for breath.

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

Azhuang sneered.

"Xiaoling, don't worry..."

"Hang! Please... Please... please... stop saying it, don't..." Mo Xiaoling burst into tears on her cheeks, covered her face, and she started crying.

All she was thinking about was "complete".

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

When I was impacted by her sharp consciousness, my consciousness was actually a little distracted.

I found that the darkness around me was twisted, as if something was tearing the darkness in front of me, Mo Xiaoling's eyes.

No, it wasn't the darkness that Mo Xiaoling saw, only the darkness around me was torn.

My body was also pulled.

After a colic, I found that darkness was replaced by light, and my eyes were bright, bright enough to almost dazzling.

My eyes that are used to darkness are a little uncomfortable with the light.

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

The small desk lamp is a little far from the left, and there is a door on the right. The door is open, and the room outside has headlights on. The white light shines from there. Before entering the door, it has dissipated.

Someone came in from outside and picked me up.

A strange man...

Wait! Am I a kid now?

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

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

"Lingling, Lingling, drink grandma well. Do you miss mom? Mom is going to work. Mom will be back soon. When mom comes back, coax you to bed. Mom will be able to feed you grandma tomorrow." The man said in a childish tone, with a loving smile on his face.

My mind moved and I was about to move my body. The windows that occupied half of my vision and the scenery outside the window changed.

With a whoosh, a pair of people fell down, swaying outside the window, slowly landing. The rotating human body revealed its face. The face was scratched by a knife, and the left eyeball was detached, leaving only a bloody hole.

"Wow" the pacifier was spit out, and the child's crying sounded loudly inside the house.

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

He put down his bottle, hugged the child and circled around the house, comforting him.

I've separated from the kid and stared at the window.

The sight outside the window disappeared.

But, in my consciousness, that picture continues.

The man hanging from the window stared at the room with his only remaining eyes. His body was rotating, his head was still moving, and his eyes were still watching.

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

Round after circle.

Only that head, the position remains unchanged.

I can observe carefully at this time.

The scars on a man’s face are not new wounds, but the blood holes in his eyes are new and bleeding.

There were no expressions of resentment, hatred or other words on his face, but were filled with fear.

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

When the man turned around again, he disappeared completely.

The child's crying was still echoing in the room.

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

The child's crying became less.

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

I turned my head and saw that the child's face was so blue that it seemed as if I could not breathe.

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

The child coughed a few times, breathed calmly, and cried again with a full breath.

I just feel complicated now.

This kid must be Mo Xiaoling.

Time in the dream jumped, and I was back when Mo Xiaoling was just born.

Her abilities were actually inspired at such a young age.

At this time, she didn't know anything at all, and only knew that she would cry loudly when she saw something terrible. Her only parents who could ask for help knew nothing about what happened to her...

Time in the dream jumps again.

I saw Mo Xiaoling's parents take her to the hospital for examination.

Children like to cry, and can only express their condition by crying. Mo Xiaoling cried out loud every time, and almost died every time. She was indeed almost dead. The side effects of her ability have already appeared. The pain experienced by the hanged man was only a baby, Mo Xiaoling could understand. Of course, this is impossible for a baby to bear and endure.

The smell of disinfectant in the hospital is not too strong, but the child's crying is deafening.

Pediatrics are always like this, which makes people feel distressed and boring.

Mo Xiaoling was obedient in her mother's arms.

Side effects did not occur at this time.

She was curious about looking at the little patients waiting outside the office. Children of the same age or children of some age were curious and close.

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

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

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

Mo Xiaoling looked up at her mother.

My mother's face was worried and a smile.

And behind the familiar face, a black face emerged from the ceiling.

Mo Xiaoling was stunned and stared at the face blankly.

The black face had no clear facial features, it looked like a charcoal stroke that was confused.

The black spread around like a living plant, lengthening the blurry face and becoming 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 pulled up, and the hazy moonlight hit the curtains.

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

The sleeping child was awakened without any of them. The adults who were accompanying the bed heard no movement.

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

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

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

The woman who was with the bed was awakened. When she opened her eyes, she stood up helplessly and picked up the quilt and wanted to cover her son.

The soft quilt re-encases the child's body.

The sleepy woman did not notice that she was not only her own child in a quilt.

The black shadow was lying on the bed, wrapped around with the child.

Under the quilt, it entangled the child's body. The invisible hand reached into the child's clothes, followed the gap of the gauze, approached the child's skin, and touched the sutures of the operation. The black shadow drilled into the wound, wandered along the child's musculoskeleton, and came to the child's tender little heart. Then, it penetrated into the heart bit by bit.

By this time, it was already dawn.
To be continued...