Chapter 960 If I don’t go to hell, who will go to hell?
The enlightenment is the killer weapon of picking flowers.
This move is specially used to awaken people with knots in their hearts. It not only makes patients suddenly enlightened, but also pulls people out of the inner demons.
After seeing this, Nihua and Su Xier hit it off, they passed this trick to Su Xier.
Ye Fan was unconscious and Su Xier never took action, worried that he would not be able to do enough, and the diagnosis and treatment would hurt Ye Fan.
But now Sun Shengshou and the others are helpless. When she heard Ye Fan's unbearable childhood, she wanted to try to enlighten her.
Su Xier felt that even if Ye Fan’s inner demon could not be shattered, he could resolve his many struggles.
At least, this move has its pros and cons.
Song Hongyan and the others were very happy to hear that Su Xier had a way to wake Ye Fan up.
Moreover, Jin Zhilin and others have also seen Su Xier’s greatness these days, so they negotiated and asked Su Xier to treat Ye Fan.
In order not to affect Su Xier's treatment, Jin Zhilin and others also emptyed the backyard so that Su Xier could quietly exert her enlightenment.
As dusk approached, Su Xier was ready and walked into Ye Fan's room with her red lips...
Soon, she stood in front of Ye Fan, looking at her distorted face, and felt very caring.
Then she quickly returned to peace.
Su Xier first poured medicine juice into Ye Fan, so that he could have the energy to fight against the inner demon, and then lit a peaceful sandalwood.
After Sandalwood relieved Ye Fan's little emotion, Su Xier stretched out her right hand and gently placed it on Ye Fan's forehead.
She gathered her energy and chanted something, slowly released what she taught her to pick flowers...
"Get out of our Qian family. We have a son now, so you don't need to spread the incense."
"That's right, I really regret buying you for 50,000 yuan. I suffered a huge loss. No, we want to make a profit."
"I will go to the orphanage in the afternoon. I have to go, and I have to go if I don't. The Qian family will not support you anymore. Don't cry in front of us."
"Little bald man, the dean said that you would break his wine and hang you with a rope for a day."
"Run quickly, those people are going to interrupt your hands and feet and go to beg for the south."
"This is our territory. If you come here to set up a bowl, I will kill you..."
I woke up from the coma countless times, and then sank into the deeper coma countless times.
One thought after another kept popping up in Ye Fan's mind, and then continued to sink, entangling his mind like mud.
Ye Fan tried hard to climb out and avoid those scenes, but his cruel memory was merciless and implicated him in.
He struggled with all his might, but only made himself more painful. The pictures that could be remembered before he was six years old hit his mind one by one.
Suddenly, Ye Fan's memory flashed with a sword, sharp and vicious, and he slashed hard towards his neck.
He didn't remember experiencing this memory, but he still shouted shrillly
"don't want--"
This is a roar full of despair and a terrifying hatred.
Amid this roar, there was an unyielding resistance and endless thoughts of killing.
Then, Ye Fan saw Nangong Xiong again, Jiang Shihao, Miyamoto, Miao Jinge and the Eighth Ancestor of the Miao family.
He saw everyone who wanted him to die.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
Ye Fan's painful memories began to be replaced by killing "Kill them!"
A fierce shout rose from the depths of his heart, roaring wildly and roaring.
The overwhelming hatred made Ye Fan feel that his whole body was about to explode.
After experiencing the displaced and bullying of others when he was a child, Ye Fan only wanted to live a stable life when he grew up.
But no matter how much he swallowed his anger, the troubles came one by one, and his crisis could not stop.
Not only did he die many times, but Tang Ruoxue, Song Hongyan and his parents were also repeatedly implicated by him.
Ye Fan's bottom line was repeatedly provoked, and he felt that he could not bear it. He didn't want to be hurt by himself and the people around him.
So he wants to kill all the enemies and kill all the people who want him to die.
"Swoosh--"
Just as Ye Fan's murderous intent was twisting his face sharply, his hot forehead felt a little cooler.
There was also a sound of morning bells in my ears, singing faintly, competing with the violent emotions in Ye Fan's heart.
At the same time, a powerful spiritual power was injected into Ye Fan's body.
"Bodhisattva, because of Prajna Paramita, has no worries in his mind."
"Because there is no worries, there is no fear, stay away from inverted dreams, and ultimately Nirvana..."
With the injection of spiritual power from the Buddhist scriptures, Ye Fan's breathing gradually stabilized.
But this mental recovery made Ye Fan's pain more distinct and unbearable, as if he had entered a furnace.
He wanted to vent his pain and anger.
Ye Fan at this moment seemed like a volcano about to explode.
Seeing that Ye Fan's mood improved, Su Xier's pretty face became more surprised.
She continued to condense her energy and ease Ye Fan's pain, and she was still chanting the scriptures gently, hoping that Ye Fan would wake up early.
"If you are not on this shore, not on the other shore, not on the middle shore, not on the middle shore, ask where you are?"
"No past heart, no future heart, no present heart, no present heart, return your true face!"
Not long after, Su Xier suddenly felt that Ye Fan's breathing was not only relaxed, but his emotions began to calm down, so she opened her eyes.
Su Xier clearly saw that the painful expression completely disappeared from Ye Fan's face, but instead it was empty and hot.
It was a kind of hot hot that was so hot that it was in the bones.
Su Xier shouted softly, "Ye Fan!"
It would be fine if he didn't shout, but when he shouted, Ye Fan grabbed her hand and suddenly sat up, and a breath of heat was sprayed out from his nose.
Without waiting for Su Xier to react, Ye Fan pulled her rudely over.
Seeing Ye Fan's emotionless face and hot chest, Su Xier couldn't help but tremble.
She wanted to struggle but now she couldn't fight.
Ye Fan hugged her tightly in his arms.
"Ye Fan...Ye Fan, what are you going to do?"
Faced with the sudden change, Su Xier's whole body was stiff at first, and then she struggled desperately.
But she was not strong enough, and she struggled a few times and controlled Ye Fan firmly.
Su Xier suddenly remembered that she had reminded her that if she didn’t have enough skills, she would easily suffer from the patient’s harm.
Because if the patient cannot wake up, the patient will be let to exhale the last resentment in his heart.
This requires a little force to suppress the patient.
Su Xier was eager to save people, but she forgot about her own risks.
"No...Ye Fan, don't do this!"
Pressed by Ye Fan's body, Su Xier felt a mountain of Tai blocking her.
Ye Fan approached Su Xier's face.
"Ye Fan, I am Su Xier!"
Su Xier let out a low voice, trying hard to remind Ye Fan, and at the same time patted Ye Fan's head with both hands.
"Huh—"
Ye Fan slightly turned his head to avoid the woman's hands, and then pressed his forehead against Su Xier's neck...