The same result as Ding Fan saw, Leng Ling'er soon confirmed the diagnosis.
Borit's luck is gone!
"Why do people still exist when their destiny is gone? Even if they have modified bodies, no evil invaders have been found." Ding Fan was puzzled.
"It's really troublesome, let him die!"
Leng Ling'er lost her patience, why should she diagnose an unrelated person? Ling Zifeng was very capable, so let him see it!
"Ling'er, although Zhu Yan Dan is good, it needs to be coordinated with the exercises to achieve the best results, right? You have to worry about making money. Borit is very optimistic about the costumes of the disciples. With their cooperation, Huanyue Sect will soon be strong.
Get up." Ding Fan persuaded him earnestly.
"Are all our disciples going to sell clothes?" Leng Ling'er said angrily.
"Which master has been practicing cultivation since he was born? This is the only path in the world of mortals, and there is no way to escape it."
"Xiao Fan, I'm not embarrassing you, but if you want to cure his disease, you have to die once. Not to mention whether he can trust you, he probably won't be able to bear it." Leng Ling'er said.
"Ling'er, what do you mean?" Ding Fan's eyes lit up and he asked quickly.
Leng Ling'er is more sensitive. She believes that the reason why Borit did not die is precisely because his body was modified. And his soul was not lost, but was sealed by magic, so he could not see his body.
transport.
Ding Fan was so impressed that he could only see the surface, but Leng Ling'er could see the essence.
This also shows that Borit was attacked by a mage, probably Gong Peizhen. I didn't expect that this woman's magic power was so powerful.
Therefore, his situation is more serious than that of Bai Yifei and others, and he does not even have a dream.
"The life soul is sealed, and I can't solve it. Ling'er, what do you mean?" Ding Fan suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but look surprised.
Borit was sitting across from him. Seeing that Ding Fan's expression was wrong, his heart sank and he quickly asked: "Ding Fan, is this something bad?"
"Ignore him!" Leng Ling'er waved her hand, and Borit immediately sneezed. At this moment, he felt very uncomfortable in his stomach. He said sorry and went straight to the bathroom.
"Yes, my method is to forcefully invade his body. Borit will definitely reject him and suffer even more, but only in this way can I personally break the seal." Leng Ling'er said.
"Then, will Borit die?" Ding Fan asked worriedly.
"It will hurt people to death, but I have a sense of discretion and can ensure his safety."
"How long does the whole process take?"
"Two quarters of an hour!"
"Why did it take so long?"
Ding Fan stood up in surprise and persisted for half an hour under extreme pain. The test was not all about perseverance! Because in that case, people are very likely to become confused.
"Ling'er, ordinary people can't do this."
"Then I don't care."
Looking at Leng Ling'er's almost arrogant face, Ding Fan chuckled, "Ling'er, did you say that on purpose? It won't take so long at all?"
"With cooperation, it can be shortened to within a quarter of an hour. But if his body is very resistant, I can only forcefully suppress his consciousness. The pain will exceed all the body's perception. Without the foundation of practice, I am afraid that it will be ten minutes."
I can't stand it for even a second." Leng Ling'er reminded.
Ding Fan took a breath. Under the forced invasion and suppression of spiritual consciousness, it was difficult for ordinary monks to persist. Borit was just a mortal, and there was a high possibility that all his previous efforts would be wasted.
"I don't care. If he was tortured to death and his condition didn't improve, how could he let you go? He shouldn't have accepted it at all!"
Leng Ling'er's complaint is not unreasonable. If Borit gives up early after suffering a lot, he will be blamed.
Looking at Ding Fan in deep thought, Leng Ling'er continued to persuade: "Xiao Fan, it is better to do less than to do more. Experience in the world of mortals is of course indispensable, but you must also avoid the hustle and bustle and practice tranquility."
Well, Ding Fan nodded. At this time, Borit came out of the bathroom hunched over. Leng Ling'er smiled disdainfully. She didn't want to invade such a dirty body!
But what Ding Fan said next made Leng Linger spin around in anger for several times!
"Mr. Borit, I can treat your illness. The whole process will take about a quarter of an hour, but it will be very painful. Whether you want to treat it or not depends on your own attitude." Ding Fan said word by word.
of course yes!
Borit didn't hesitate to answer, obviously he didn't understand the torture of extreme pain.
"Sir's answer is too hasty. The pain caused by the treatment exceeds the highest level of medical treatment. In just ten minutes, I feel as if I am on the verge of death." Ding Fan emphasized again.
"Are you going to cast a spell on me?" Borit asked sensitively.
"It's acupuncture." Ding Fan waved his hand and explained: "I'll try to put it as simply as possible. Your consciousness is blocked and can only be broken open if you apply it in reverse. Qi and blood will flow backwards, destroying the chest and liver, and the pain will be more than just...
Heart, soul, and spirit.”
Borit opened his mouth in surprise, with countless question marks on his face. How could his consciousness be blocked? Why did it cause so much pain in ten minutes? Pain exceeding the highest medical level occurred. Is he still alive?
"Ding Fan, with all due respect, I doubted that you could cure it at all, so you deliberately frightened me and made me quit." Borit's face darkened, and he was very unhappy.
Leng Ling'er was extremely happy and urged: "Xiao Fan, he still doesn't believe us, let's go!"
But Ding Fan sat still and said with a sinking face: "Then I'm lucky enough to scare you again. If the disease is not controlled, not only will you lose your inspiration, but you may also lose yourself." Ding Fan's face was as sinking as water.
"You mean, I will have a mental disorder?" Borit asked with a frown.
"That's the best situation." Ding Fan said without politeness.
Huh, Borit snorted a breath of air from his nose, Ding Fan is too arrogant! If he were not Ling Zifeng's friend, he would issue an eviction order right now.
"If I can bear this pain, can you cure me?" Borit asked arrogantly with his chin slightly raised and his eyes drooping.
"able!"
Borit looked directly at Ding Fan, not expecting him to answer so simply. He then asked: "Under extreme pain, will I die or get some other problem?"
"Won't."
Borit took a deep breath, looked at each other for a long time, and reminded: "Ding Fan, you are still young, don't bet your fate on fifteen minutes!"
"It is precisely because I am young that I feel pity when I see the withering of other people's lives."
Borit twitched the corner of his mouth several times and said in a questioning tone, "Ding Fan, you give me the feeling that you must treat me. I don't seem to have a particularly strong will, right?"
That’s bullshit!
Leng Ling'er got angry, but the room was even colder, so Borit had to wrap himself up in quilt again.
"Losing dreams is not an ordinary disease. I think there is some kind of evil force behind it. I don't want to say more about the rest." Ding Fan stood up and said, "Mr. President has been in Jingyang for a day, and the sky is too late.