fifth form

Chapter 2364 Taking care of the family
"Sister Ren?"

"Sister An Ran?"

Sitting in front of the crater created by the rocket launcher, Ren Anran followed Ren Wuyang in reciting over and over again in the communicator. His voice gradually became lower and finally he stood still.

Song Sijia was bored here, so she gave some instructions to Wang Zimo and others before running back.

She looked at Ren Anran who remained silent and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Seeing that Ren Anran did not respond, Song Sijia called out again.

"Take a break if you're tired of reading. We're not broadcasting professionals. Talking for too long at a time can easily lead to hoarseness. Look at my throat, it's very dry. Wang Zimo's voice is completely hoarse, but that boy is a little stunned..."

Song Sijia kept talking, and when Ren Anran didn't respond, she couldn't help but wave her hand in front of Ren Anran.

Song Sijia was stunned by Ren Anran's empty and unchanging eyes. When Song Sijia touched Ren Anran's hand and then touched Ren Anran's face, there was no reaction at all. Song Sijia couldn't help but feel a chill in her mind.

"It's over, it's over, Sister Ren is in trouble too!"

Song Sijia yelled.

The explosion zone where they were located was in the heart of the thorns, and few people could get there.

Song Sijia looked at Zhang Xuezhou who was unconscious in the distance, and then looked at Ren Anran who had no reaction when she was touched. She couldn't help but feel a little more horrified.

After shouting for a while, Song Sijia hurriedly made a call.

"what's up?"

Ning Que, who was searching for a bronze turtle statue in the crater, was the first to jump out and approach, followed closely by Jin Shixue.

Wang Zimo and others looked at Song Sijia several times, stretched their necks and did not stop reciting the "Grave Sutra" in a low voice, but took small steps together and walked closer, also wanting to see the situation.

"Why did Commissioner Ren suddenly lose consciousness?"

Jin Shixue touched Ren Anran's wrist.

Ren Anran's wrist was extremely strong and his pulse was still strong, but Ren Anran had no consciousness with his eyes open and did not respond at all to the diagnosis from everyone.

"Her situation is almost exactly the same as my brother Zhou's," Song Sijia said in horror, "Did they commit suicide for love at the same time?"

"This shouldn't be death," Jin Shixue frowned and said, "They seem to have closed their minds!"

“It could also be a transfer!”

Ning Que frowned and replied.

He looked at Ren Anran, and wondered about the unusual things in the way Ren Anran and he recited.

Ning Que seemed to be searching for the bronze turtle at the bottom of the crater, but his hearing was excellent. He could hear clearly what Ren Anran was reciting, and he also knew the places where Ren Anran's recitation was inconsistent with his own.

He hopes to rise in the social ladder, but Ning Que is not like Wang Zimo and his group of silly boys who believe whatever others say.

Ning Que has his own judgment and makes his own choices.

He felt that what was happening was a little strange, and he needed to find the bronze turtle again before trying to recite the "Grave Scripture" at close range.

But his perception is one thing, and finding the bronze turtle is another.

After searching back and forth in the shelling crater, Ning Que did not find the bronze turtle.

He thought the bronze turtle was in the crater, but he didn't find it, and he couldn't find anyone to dig it up.

Things were stuck here, but Ning Que was not too anxious. It was not until Ren Anran showed unusual behavior that Ning Que began to think hard with a frown on his face.

"A pair of wise eyes, a pair of wise eyes..."

Ning Que gritted his teeth, the color in his eyes changing back and forth.

He was sure that the last paragraph that Ren Anran was reciting did not involve wisdom eyes at all, and was different from what he was reciting.

What Zhang Xuezhou needed was one thing, what Ren Anran changed in him was another, and what Ren Anran achieved was another.

Ning Que thought about it over and over again, and felt that the difference was huge.

The only thing he could be sure of at the moment was that Zhang Xuezhou would not betray him, and Ren Anran would not harm him. At this time, Xijing City was involved in a major move, so there must be a party that needed to be targeted. In this complex situation, he needed to find his own position.

"Why are there white spots? Is my health so bad that I feel dizzy after not sleeping all night?"

Before Ning Que could figure it out, Jin Shixue, who was checking Ren Anran's health, covered his head with his hands, looking a little more painful.

"Wisdom eye? Light spot?"

Ning Que's mind suddenly perked up, and some of the content finally made sense in his mind.

"Mr. Jin, did your recitation trigger changes that allow you to see some abnormal phenomena?"

Ning Que patted Jin Shixue, who was diagnosing Ren Anran's sudden discomfort with his head covered. He felt that the first person among the crowd to realize the ability to recite might be Jin Shixue, but Zhang Xuezhou suddenly fell into a coma and could not make a judgment, and Jin Shixue was unaware of it.

"Mr. Jin?"

Ning Que's heart skipped a beat, and he felt that his guess might be somewhat true.

He patted Jin Shixue, and saw that Jin Shixue was almost knocked down by him, as if all the strength in his body was drained. Jin Shixue couldn't recover for a while, let alone respond.

"I feel a little dizzy, I need to lie down!"

Amid the whispers, Jin Shixue did not fall into a coma like Zhang Xuezhou and Ren Anran, but remained conscious and did not show any other negative reactions.

"There must be something wrong with that light spot. Jin Shixue may have gained wisdom through recitation, but he is dizzy because of the lack of follow-up guidance!"

If Ren Anran had not fallen into a coma and Jin Shixue had not achieved "wisdom", Ning Que felt that he would still be at peace.

But at the moment, he only felt uneasy, and the feeling of being slow at every step kept emerging in his mind.

He was previously sniped by Ren Anran, which resulted in him missing out on the candidate list. Later, he was sniped by Jin Shixue, and no longer had the "wisdom" to meet Zhang Xuezhou's needs.

After missing the train repeatedly, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, trying to catch the last bus.

He did not choose the version that Ren Anran suggested to revise, but instead repeated the same thing as Ren Anran.

"I wish to sacrifice this pearl to help Zhang Xuezhou and wipe out the Huang Daoxian from now on!"

As Ning Que muttered something, he felt his palms getting warm and the world in front of him suddenly turned black and white.

As he roared, the strange scene he had seen when he was holding the dead head in his hands reappeared in his mind.

A giant black dragon with five claws roared madly, as if it was bound by endless chains. The black dragon tried to fly again and again but could hardly get into the air.

Wrapped in infinite darkness, the black dragon tried repeatedly to drill into the white world, but was pulled back tightly.

"I won't accept this. I could obviously win, but why was I just a little bit short? I will always be just a little bit short in my life!"

The black dragon's roar turned into resentment, and the low and dull sound was like its last whisper.

Just when Ning Que felt that what he had seen would calm down like in the past, he could only hear the murmuring voice echoing in his mind.

"I am offering myself as a sacrifice to the Huang Dao, and you must carry my faith and destroy Huang Dao. Even if you die, you must bite him to pieces!"

Before Ning Que could make a decision, he felt countless black scales appearing on his body, and the endless pain of his body being stretched and deformed surged into his heart.

Pain brings resistance of consciousness and paralysis of thinking.

Ning Que only felt as if his body had entered a blacksmith's furnace and was being forged by someone.

"You have a family?"

As the low voice came, Ning Que felt that the casting process was much faster and his body seemed to be taking shape quickly.

Before Ning Que could react, he felt his body being quickly built on an assembly line and then quickly pushed out.

"Bang!"

There was a crisp sound as he passed through the darkness and landed. Ning Que had not yet adapted to the feeling. He only heard an inexplicable roar coming from his mouth, and then he rushed into the endless darkness.

The pain was like that of a blade cutting flesh. Ning Que saw countless rotating petal-shaped blades appearing before his eyes, and each blade was constantly cutting his flesh.