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26 Mysterious ancient painting

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Dean Du forcefully suppressed the shock in his heart and swallowed hard.

" Sir…" But just as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Lin Hai.

"Hurry up and take a look at the patient. If there are no accidents, he should be fine. Oh right, don't touch that golden needle.”

After Lin Hai finished speaking, he forced himself to support his tired body and staggered out of the hospital.

Right now, he had a headache that was about to split open. He could even clearly feel the existence of his soul. Moreover, his soul seemed to be very dispirited and was in danger of being destroyed at any moment.

He needed to find a quiet place and ask Tie Guaili what was going on.

After getting into the car, Lin Hai opened WeChat and found Tie Guaili. He went straight to the point and told him about his current situation.

Tie Guaili was surprised.

Tie Guaili said," Exalted Immortal, to put it bluntly, the Soul-Transferring Technique with Golden Needles is to snatch the soul from the Soul-Reaper of the Netherworld. The Soul-Reaper of the Netherworld is generally at the early stage of the Connate Realm and is only a little stronger than ordinary people. How can it hurt the soul of an Exalted Immortal?"

Lin Hai was depressed. Damn it, I'm just a mortal, okay?

Little Confused Fairy: " Something happened during the acupuncture. How can I treat the injury to my soul?"

[Tie Guaili: In the inheritance I gave to Shangxian, there is a healing technique in the Ghost Chapter.]

Lin Hai rolled his eyes. He had failed in his studies.

Tie Guaili said," However, Star Soul Grass is too rare. Even if there is a healing technique, we might not be able to gather all the materials. The best way is to use a magic treasure to nourish the soul."

"Do you have this magic treasure?"

"No, I haven't."

"Who has it?"

"I've never heard of anyone having it."

Your sister, what's the difference between this and not saying anything?

The headache was getting worse and worse. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept falling from Lin Hai's head. He kept roaring and his consciousness began to blur.

Damn it, was he going to die just like that?

He was too unwilling.

Just as Lin Hai was about to give up, a weak white light suddenly drifted out from the trunk of the car and wrapped around Lin Hai's entire body.

Lin Hai only felt a warm current enter his mind. Then, like a mother stroking a baby, it carefully cared for his injured soul.

Although the pain was still very intense, it was obviously relieved. His dispirited spirit was also recovering at an undetectable speed.

"What happened?" Lin Hai was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He could not help but be delighted.

"Damn it, I told you, it's indeed not an ordinary item!”

Jumping out of the car, Lin Hai opened the trunk and took out the ancient painting that he had won from the bet between the Eternal Hall and Hu Wei. He hugged it tightly in his arms.

It's up to you to save my life.

In the hospital.

Dean Du personally examined Bald Qiang again. He was shocked to find that all the bleeding spots in his head had been completely stopped. Moreover, it was perfect. There would not be any sequelae.

"This is too magical, too magical. So what was recorded in the ancient books was true!”

Dean Du was dumbfounded.

Above Baldy Qiang's bed, a pretty girl with a perky figure floated like a ghost.

However, her tightly clenched fists and furrowed brows revealed the anger in her heart.

"I'm so angry, I'm so angry! He didn't expect to fail on his first mission. If he knew which bastard was behind this, he would never forgive him!”

At the same time, in the netherworld.

King Chujiang narrowed his eyes as he listened to the report of the recent work of the two ox-headed and horse-faced generals.

"This month, 7192 new Chinese ghosts, 17 lone souls left in the world of the living, and 3 malicious ghosts reincarnated…"

"Hmm?" King Chujiang opened his eyes and stood up.

Bullhead, who was reporting his work, did not know what was going on. He was shocked and stopped talking.

"It's okay. Continue." After a long time, King Chujiang slowly sat down and gestured to the bull.

" 7365 reincarnated, basically maintaining the balance of entry and exit in the netherworld…"

The minotaur reported respectfully, but King Chujiang did not listen to another word.

At this moment, his heart was already in turmoil.

"Golden Needle Soul Transfer! It was actually the reappearance of the Golden Needle Soul Crossing Technique! What's going on?"

Lin Hai lay in the car, hugging the ancient painting tightly with both hands. He fell into a deep sleep with a painful expression on his face.

When she woke up again, the sky was already dark.

Lin Hai rubbed his head that was almost split open. Although it still hurt badly, it was not as unbearable as it was at the beginning.

He slowly sat up and let out a long breath. Lin Hai knew that his life had been saved.

It was too terrifying. He could no longer easily use the golden needles to ferry souls in the future.

Holding the painting in front of him, Lin Hai muttered," Heavenly Eye, open!

After looking at it for a full five to six minutes, even when Lin Hai's spirit was drained, he still could not see anything unusual in the painting.

"How strange. Why can't I see anything? When I was choosing the painting that day, I clearly saw the woman in the painting move.”

Lin Hai shook his head, but no matter what, this painting was undoubtedly a treasure. He had just relied on this painting to save his life.

" Gulu gulu…" Lin Hai's stomach grumbled. After sleeping in the car for a day, he was already starving.

Lin Hai opened the car door and got out.

"F * ck, what the hell!"

Lin Hai was shocked. As soon as he got out of the car, a smiling face came over and almost stuck to his face.

"Sir, I'm the director of the First People's Hospital. My name is Du Chun.”

Only then did Lin Hai see clearly that the old man in front of him who was smiling like a wolf grandmother was Dean Du.

"Hello, Dean Du. Is my friend alright?”Lin Hai hurriedly asked. Although he was very confident in his Golden Needle Soul Transfer, it was better to ask.

"I'm fine. I'll probably be discharged in a few days.”Du Chun hesitated for a moment and said,""Sir, did you use the Golden Needle Soul Transfer technique recorded in the ancient books to save your friend?”

Lin Hai was stunned and looked at Du Chun in surprise.

"You actually know how to use the golden needles to ferry souls?"

"What?! It's really the Golden Needle Soul Transfer!" Du Chun was extremely shocked.

Previously, when he saw the acupuncture point that Lin Hai had forcefully applied acupuncture on the bald man, he had only guessed it. Now, he had actually obtained confirmation from Lin Hai's mouth. He felt that everything he had learned in his life had been overturned.

After a long time, Du Chun swallowed hard and said respectfully,""Sir, then, is there really a soul in that person's body?”

"Soul? It should exist." Lin Hai thought for a moment and said.

Previously, he had truly felt the existence of his soul. Moreover, there was a group of immortals in his WeChat.

Immortals were real, so the existence of a soul in the human body did not seem to be something difficult to accept.

Du Chun would definitely scoff at these words if it were someone else. He would even reprimand the other party for being superstitious.

He was an absolute atheist. He had been in medical university for half his life and was used to seeing people's life and death. Whether they were dignitaries or poor beggars, they all died like a lamp. There was no such thing as a soul.

But today, after witnessing Bald Qiang's resurrection, he felt that his faith had wavered.

"Alright, Dean Du, if you have nothing else to say, I have to go. My stomach has been protesting for a long time.”

Dean Du hesitated for a moment, then seemed to have made up his mind. He solemnly said,"Sir, I want to take you as my master. Please take me as your disciple.”

Puff!

Lin Hai almost spat out!

What? Master?

Your sister, why is there another master!

Lin Hai was depressed. Did his brother look so much like his master?

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