The fog moved in front of him, but Ling Feng still couldn't see anything clearly. He could only feel a familiar feeling from that ball.
"Mom, how did you become like this?"
Ling Feng didn't know if it was due to excessive blood loss or the stimulation from his mother, but he felt his heart was empty, as if a big hole had been broken in it. The wind blowing in was cold, and he couldn't help but retract his hand tremblingly.
"Are you... dead?" He barely uttered the last three words, only a breathy sound. Suddenly, the mist stopped, and after a moment, he collapsed and said, "Yes, I died the day I was captured."
Ling Feng sat down on the ruins in a daze, his eyes full of confusion, muttering: "So they left so early, they actually kept it a secret from me, lied to me..."
Wuqi looked at his wrist, which was bleeding profusely, and said anxiously, "Afeng, get up first! This formation is sucking your blood. If you don't get up, it will be sucked dry in a short time. They want to use your blood to awaken the formation and then sacrifice your soul. You will be trapped here for the rest of your life and will never be able to reincarnate! Get up quickly!"
Ling Feng realized belatedly that the reason he was not very cold was not because of anything else, but because he had lost too much blood!
He looked at his wrist, watching the blood slowly flow along the array pattern, as if it were alive, and finally gathered at the center of the array under the ruins.
"I won't let them go!"
Ling Feng gritted his teeth and tried to stand up to sever the connection with the formation, but his body could move but his hands could not. They were pressed tightly against the formation, and his struggle even caused his blood to flow faster. Ling Feng's eyes went dark, and he sat back down, panting weakly.
Mist swirled around him. "Those people must be afraid you might do something bad, so they placed a restriction on your hand. Unless you cut off this hand, you can't get rid of it."
Ling Feng's face became even uglier when he heard this. With one of his hands broken, he couldn't even live a normal life, let alone catch monsters.
The ruins were dead silent, and both men were lost in thought.
Not long after, the fog took advantage of Ling Feng's distraction and suddenly retreated, coming to a place where he could not see it. The figure gradually became clearer. If Ling Feng saw it, he would definitely be scared, because this is a method of burning the soul, which can allow a person to temporarily gain ten times the cultivation level in his lifetime.
This forbidden technique is called - Burning Passion.
Burn everything just for the word love.
It is a forbidden technique researched by an ancient lord to save his beloved. He burned his own soul to kill all his enemies and send his beloved away, but he himself could no longer enter the cycle of reincarnation and disappeared from the world without even leaving a trace of ashes. When his beloved woke up and knew about it, he was heartbroken. He wrote down this forbidden technique, passed it on to his disciples, and then went to his death bravely, burning his own soul with his burning passion.
Later, the disciple met the first generation ancestor of the Ling family. Feeling that they had a connection, he passed on the forbidden technique to him.
Thus, passion became a forbidden technique of the Ling family, passed down from generation to generation.
Ling Feng's mother was not very talented, but she learned all the forbidden techniques. She never expected that one day she would actually need them, not for her lover, but for her son.
"Afeng, let's go!"
A blue soul fire ignited from the bottom of her feet. In this beautiful and cold firelight, her figure became more and more solid. She raised her hand, aimed at the edge of the formation, and slapped it hard. The formation pattern was damaged and broken, and the formation flickered twice and suddenly dimmed.
Ling Feng looked at the scene in surprise. Just as he was about to look back, he was pushed out of the ruins by a huge force. Then the force turned into a gust of wind, carrying him away.
"Mom...Mom!" Ling Feng turned around and saw blue flames rising into the sky above the ruins. His face had completely lost all color, and even his lips were so white that they were almost invisible.
He looked at the scene in disbelief, and his heart ached for a moment.
"mom--"
He shouted heartbreakingly, and the woman smiled at him gently, then turned into fireflies in the wind and gradually dissipated.
In this life, she has resisted, loved, hated, and in the end, she was able to protect her children. It was worth it. Even if there is no next life, it doesn’t matter.
The Ling family noticed something was wrong and rushed to check, but by then Ling Feng had already been sent away by his mother with her last bit of strength.
The wind blew to the suburbs. Fortunately, it was dark at this time and the light was not so bright in the suburbs. Otherwise, if someone saw a big man falling from the sky, they would be scared to death.
Ling Feng stood by the road, wanting to cry but unable to. He felt numb and the light in his eyes dimmed, as if all the life had been taken away in an instant.
“Ding! Ding! Ding!”
A horn honked sharply. Ling Feng turned his head numbly. A private car stopped beside him. The driver's window rolled down, revealing the rather honest face of a middle-aged man. "Hey, young man, what are you doing standing here in the middle of the night? It's scary."
This was not a lie. Ling Feng had lost too much blood and suffered too great a blow. His face was as pale as paper, and he was wearing black clothes. Standing there he looked like a ghost, especially his ghostly eyes. The eldest brother couldn't help but look away after taking a few glances and rubbed his arms.
"I……"
Ling Feng fainted as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Hey... Hey? Young man! You're so young and yet you're trying to scam people, right? I'm so unlucky..."
The driver was about to leave when he saw Ling Feng's wrist out of the corner of his eye. There was still blood on it and a deep scratch that looked extremely hideous. "Fuck!"
The driver cursed, quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, and rolled out of the car. He reached out and touched Ling Feng's nose, "Huh... Fortunately, he's still breathing."
He lifted the man up and put him in the back seat, strapping him in with a seatbelt. He took out a tissue and pressed the wound for a while before calling 120.
The ambulance arrived quickly. The driver briefly explained the situation and handed the person over to them. Before leaving, he was worried and left his phone number to the doctors, telling them to call him if Ling Feng woke up.
The doctor nodded and closed the car door.
…
Ling Feng opened his eyes again, and his nostrils were filled with the unique smell of the hospital. He was very familiar with it. When he and his mother lived outside to avoid the Ling family, they often lived in some remote places with poor security and many gangsters. He was often blocked by people, and fighting was commonplace. There was no good place on his body. He ran to the clinic every few days, and went to the hospital when the condition was serious.
So waking up in the hospital was something he was familiar with.
Just thinking of his mother made his heart ache terribly, as if someone was cutting it with a knife, piece by piece, and refused to let him have the pain.
Tears slid down silently, and Ling Feng stared at the ceiling in a daze. It was not until someone opened the door and came in that his eyes moved.
"Are you awake? How are you feeling?"
The nurse came over and asked softly, "You're only in your early twenties, right? How could you be so desperate at such a young age? What will happen to your family if you commit suicide?"
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