Inevitably, I encountered many ghosts and felt the breath of strangers, gathering in the distance but not daring to get close.
It was Ling Zifeng's cultivation that forced them to avoid him, but Ling Zifeng turned a blind eye to them.
Ding Fan believed that Ling Zifeng wanted to kill these ghosts without even raising his hand.
The sprinkled glutinous rice worked, forming a line of light points along the way. Ding Fan could at least be sure that they were going deep into the ghostly mist forest and were taking a relatively straight route.
Following the light spot, you can walk back without getting lost in this forest.
Ling Zifeng didn't speak. Ding Fan knew that he was feeling carefully, looking for where his son was. He didn't know how far he had walked, but Ling Zifeng suddenly said: "Xiaofan, the atmosphere over there is different. Let's go to the left."
"OK!"
Ding Fan agreed, sprinkled another grain of glutinous rice, and followed Ling Zifeng's footsteps, walking towards the left.
It is a long time, or it may be very short, but when I am here, the concept of time becomes blurred, and people are like walking zombies.
In the forest, a bright color appeared. It was the light blue hut with straight trees growing around it.
Ding Fan's eyes lit up and he said happily: "Brother Ling, I remember that Aotian is here."
"Damn it, we actually set up a soul-sealing formation." Ling Zifeng had an angry look on his face and pushed his palms into the void, but his whole body was bounced away.
ah!
Ling Zifeng let out a helpless roar, turned around and came back, looked at the cabin, gritted his teeth and raised his palm again, but finally put it down.
"Alas, I can't bring the magic weapon in, otherwise I will definitely break the magic circle." Ling Zifeng said helplessly.
"Brother Ling, how can we break the soul-sealing formation?" Ding Fan asked.
"It requires the cooperation of wind and thunder magic weapons to defeat the innate Yin Qi." Ling Zifeng said, glancing at the ring on Ding Fan's hand, "Can you activate the lightning power on it?"
"It seemed to have been activated when I came here last time." Ding Fan said without hiding it.
"Incredible!" Ling Zifeng's eyes widened, he grabbed Ding Fan's hand, explored it slightly, and said regretfully: "Thunder and lightning energy is insufficient, so it can only be used to attack low-level spirit ghosts."
"Perhaps we can call Aotian out." Ding Fan said.
"Yes, he must be able to feel the fluctuations of the magic circle!"
Due to excitement, Ding Fan could feel Ling Zifeng's hand trembling when he held it, and his heartfelt love for his son was touching.
Now that he is here, Ding Fan certainly hopes to let Ling Zifeng see his son, so that he can prove that he is not lying.
Ding Fan raised his hand slightly and poured his true energy into the thunder crystal, and a thin bolt of lightning rushed out instantly.
In the void, a spreading ripple immediately appeared, causing the scenery in front to become slightly blurred, as if there was a slight sound.
It was still unclear what the consequences of attacking the magic circle would be. Ding Fan was ready to retreat at any time, while Ling Zifeng looked ahead without blinking. The scene he was looking forward to finally appeared.
The door of the wooden house was opened, and a young man in a suit walked out. He felt the abnormality around him, and his big eyes were looking around, full of confusion.
"Xiao Tian!"
Even though he knew his son couldn't hear him, Ling Zifeng still shouted. His sad and hoarse voice was heartbreaking to listen to.
Poor parents in the world!
The young man paused and wanted to go back. Ling Zifeng became anxious and stepped forward and shouted: "Son, I am daddy, daddy is here, here!"
Ding Fan fired several more lightning bolts and finally attracted Ling Aotian. The father and son were not far apart, but because of an invisible barrier, they were as far apart as the end of the world.
"son……"
Ling Zifeng wanted to shout with all his strength, but at this moment he felt exhausted, and a few suppressed and vague words came out of his voice.
Ling Aotian looked around blankly, walked back and forth a few times near the magic circle, gently raised his hand, and waved his fingers. It was like the substantial Yin Qi emerged from his fingers, as dark as ink, forming a line of words.
Dad, are you here?
"It's me, Xiaotian, daddy misses you!"
Ling Zifeng choked with sobs, infinitely sad, and made the gesture of wiping away tears. In fact, with his level of cultivation, he could no longer truly shed tears.
dad?
Two ink characters.
"Xiaotian, I'm right here, right here!" Ling Zifeng shouted frantically.
So, Ding Fan fired a bolt of lightning to help Ling Zifeng respond. Ling Aotian inside finally smiled and continued to write with Yin Qi, Dad, don't be sad, I'm fine, I love you!
"Dad loves you too, and I must save you." Ling Zifeng seemed to be talking to himself, and slowly stretched his hand forward to touch his son.
Ding Fan fired another bolt of lightning, and Ling Aotian seemed to sense his father outside, and gently raised his hand and stretched it towards this side.
The two hands were ten centimeters apart, but they couldn't really touch each other. They were both trying hard to stretch forward.
Ling Zifeng couldn't even cry bitterly, and Ling Aotian could only turn into reddish-brown tears of Yin Qi, but all his despair had no response in this endless forest.
Touching! So touching!
Ding Fan couldn't bear to look any further and turned away. Ghostly figures were passing through the distance like streaks of gray mist. Not only were they afraid of Ling Zifeng, they also did not dare to set foot in this forbidden area.
After a while, the father and son took their hands back.
Ling Aotian wrote five more words, Dad, I'll wait for you. He reluctantly returned to the hut, but he didn't close the door. It was dark inside without a trace of light.
Ling Zifeng knelt on the ground and choked, saying, son, daddy loves you and will always love you.
Jingle Bell!
Ding Fan grabbed the sad Ling Zifeng and returned to the office, a world full of sunshine.
Turning off all the alarms, Ding Fan let go of Ling Zifeng. He slowly sat down on the sofa and closed his eyes slightly, trying to imprint the scene he just saw deeply in his mind.
Ding Fan also closed his eyes to rest, feeling unspeakably tired. After about five minutes, he heard the door open and Ling Zifeng was gone.
After swallowing a body strengthening pill and quickly refining it, Ding Fan felt much better. He put away the Ghost Realm Scripture and then went out and returned to his office.
Ling Zifeng comes and goes without a trace, which is very scary. Fortunately, he is not a cold-blooded killer, but a good father who loves his son deeply.
After making a cup of hot tea, Ding Fan stood in the sunshine in front of the window and sipped it slowly until he felt that the breath clinging to his body had dissipated, and then he was ready to go downstairs to find Cai Cai.
The cell phone that I had just turned on suddenly rang, and it was Gu Qiang who called.
"Brother Fan, a very handsome middle-aged man came here just now. How should I put it, he is very handsome, but his gestures make people unable to take their eyes off him. He is very charming..." Gu Qiang reported.
It was Ling Zifeng. Ding Fan smiled and said, "Let's get to the point."
"Oh, I brought you a gift, and I specified that you must open it yourself. It's quite mysterious."