140: 140 Became the media

140 Became the media

"Chen Xiao, I know you must have a way to help me. There must be a solution." Zhao Feng stared at me with a pleading look in his eyes.

He did not want to exchange his life with his father.

I know, but I can tell.

However, he had overestimated me in this matter.

I looked at him helplessly and said. "Zhao Feng, you know some of your Yin Yang Arts. "Your father knows more than you, because you are his son."

"I've already told you about this. Unless you change your life, your father wo n' t leave you a way out."

Only his father would be willing to sacrifice his life in exchange for his son's life.

Zhao Feng was already dead, so he knew very well.

After I finished speaking, Zhao Feng stopped talking and the room became silent.

After a long time, Zhao Feng said. "Is there no second choice?"

I shook my head. I didn't have a second choice.

Right now, there were only two paths for Zhao Feng and his father to accept or not.

Uncle Zhao looked for me. I understood what he meant.

He wanted me to convince Zhao Feng. After all, Zhao Feng didn't want to accept his father's fate.

However, in front of me, what should I choose?

In fact, it happened to me. I didn't even know what to do.

Zhao Feng didn't say anything else and then disappeared.

Before he disappeared, I couldn't help but ask another question.

As for the reason for his death, Zhao Feng only told me that that person's cultivation was so profound that I had to be careful.

Although he didn't say how he died, he also told me who killed him.

Then who was the one who had a life tie with me?

I looked at the red rope on my wrist and couldn't help but frown. It gave me an intuition that it should be coming to me soon...

I really didn't know what Zhao Feng would choose in the end.

But if Zhao Feng agreed, Uncle Zhao would find me again.

I've never seen anyone who could come back from the dead. The book said that this was a forbidden technique that existed in the sun.

One life for one life was an explanation.

If he couldn't win, it would depend on whether the media were strong or not.

Only by finding someone who was extremely shady could they become a medium and increase their chances of success.

"What are you thinking?"

I sat in front of the window, unable to read the book in my hand.

It was already night, and Rong Ci suddenly appeared beside me. Hearing his words, I immediately recovered from my shock.

He looked up at him and smiled. "I'm thinking about the future..."

"In the future?"

Rong Ci raised his eyebrows and looked at me. He reached out and stroked my face." What you should think about is not the future, but the present."

"Your life tie is related to your life."

Rong Ci sat down and held me in his arms. His slender fingers passed through my hair.

I was so tickled by him that I took his hand away in dissatisfaction.

"That Warlock, didn't you say you were going to die? Do n' t tell me you Netherworld not care?"

Thinking of that Warlock, my heart turned cold.

Zhao Feng had died in the hands of this Warlock. What had he done? Zhao Feng didn't say anything. Even if I asked, I could n' t find a place to know.

"Those who are not smart should read more books."

Rong Ci waved his hand and a thick book came into my hand. It was heavy.

There were a few words written on it, covering the sky.

Bulwark Eye?

I couldn't help but flip it open and take a look. Actually, Rong Ci told me the last time.

Warlocks had killed quite a few people in order to survive. Some of them were used to conceal their eyes.

In other words, as long as the Warlock was still breathing, Netherworld would definitely not care about this matter.

After all, Living lived in this world. The person who should control Living was also human.

I looked at the book and felt a headache coming on.

His words were easy to say. How could he care?

I don't have any evidence, and I ca n' t produce any...

"Your life knot is the life knot of this Warlock."

Rong Ci suddenly told me this and the book in my hand fell to the ground in shock. "What?"

I looked at Rong Ci in surprise and immediately panicked. "Then..."

Then wouldn't I be dead for sure!

"But, this Warlock is still alive. Living and Living can't form a life knot!"

Or was this Warlock using other methods?

Rong Ci looked at me coldly and looked at me for a while before listening to him. "This should be your grudge with him. I can't help you."

Since Rong Ci had already said that, I naturally knew that he had said everything.

No matter how much, he wouldn't tell me.

What I didn't expect was that Uncle Zhao called me early the next morning. 2

Let me go over.

I was puzzled. Could it be that Zhao Feng agreed?

As a medium, I knew very well that I was a Living. As a medium, I had to pay the price.

Rong Ci was still there, so I couldn't help but glance at him.

He closed his eyes and didn't raise his eyelids. He said to me. "No one can stop your own decision."

"You know?"

Before I could say anything, this guy had already guessed it?

Was it that godly!

Indeed, he couldn't stop me.

Because I needed to live, I also needed to protect myself.

So, I had to help Zhao Feng.

Rong Ci didn't say anything to me, but disappeared in the next moment.

When I saw that he was gone, I took my things and went out.

When they arrived at Zhao Feng house, Uncle Zhao had already set up a incense table, but they hadn't seen each other for one night.

Compared to yesterday, Uncle Zhao looked much more haggard.

Seeing that I was here, Uncle Zhao waved at me and I nodded slightly. "Uncle Zhao."

Uncle Zhao looked at me and said. "Take a seat first."

After he said that, he entered the room and didn't know what to do. After a while, he took out a bowl and took out the rooster inside the cage.

Holding the rooster, he grabbed a handful of sticky rice and threw a punch around me.

I couldn't understand anything when I saw him muttering to himself.

After a while, he took out a knife and let the rooster bleed.

After the blood spilled over the bottom of the bowl, he put the rooster back into the cage.

Then, he grabbed a handful of incense ash and placed it in a bowl. After mixing it together, he began to draw a talisman.

From beginning to end, Uncle Zhao did not say a word to me.

I sat on a chair and felt that the room was a little different...

Cold!

It was a cold air that gathered around me and made me shiver.

Until Uncle Zhao drew the talisman, his body trembled.

When he finished drawing, I was shocked. The corner of his mouth started to turn green, and his forehead also began to sweat.

I looked at Uncle Zhao uneasily. I opened my mouth and asked. "Uncle Zhao, are you alright?"

Uncle Zhao made a shush gesture at me to signal me not to speak.

I had no choice but to shut up and stop talking. I just saw Zhao Feng standing at the door.

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