My Amazing WeChat is Connected to the Three Realms

Dean Du forced to scream at the shock of his heart.

"This gentleman..." But just opened, he was interrupted by Lin Hai.

"Hurry up and look at the patient. It should be fine without accident. Right, don't move the gold needle."

After Lin Hai finished, he supported the tired body and went out of the hospital.

He now has a headache that almost splits, and even clearly feels the existence of his own soul, and his soul seems to be very wilting, and there is always danger of annihilation.

He needs to find a place where no one is, and ask Tie Li, what is going on here.

When I got on the bus, Lin Hai opened WeChat, found the iron turn Li, and opened the door to say what I said now.

Iron Turner Li was amazed.

Tie Li Li: Shangxian, the Golden Needle Spirit is white, and it is to rob the soul with the sorcerer of the earthly government. The sorcerer of the earthly government is generally the innate initial level. It is only stronger than the mortal. How can the soul of the immortal be injured?

Lin Hai was depressed for a while, Mad, Laozi was originally a mortal, OK?

Little confused fairy: When the needle is applied, how is the wound of the soul treated?

Tie Li Li: I gave the inheritance of the immortal, there is a treatment in the ghosts.

Lin Hai turned his eyes, this is not his learning failure.

Tie Li Li: However, the star soul grass is too rare, even if there is a treatment, it may not be able to get together materials, the best way is to use the treasure to nourish the soul.

"Do you have this magic weapon?"

"No."

"Who has it?"

"I have never heard of anyone."

Your sister, is this not the same?

The headaches are getting more and more powerful. The sweat of the big beans on the head of Lin Hai has been falling down, and the mouth keeps groaning, and consciousness has begun to blur.

Mad, is that hanging?

Too much, he is not willing.

Just when Lin Hai was about to despair, a faint white light suddenly emerged from the trunk of the car, wrapping the entire body of Lin Hai.

Lin Hai only felt a warm airflow and entered his mind. Then he carefully cared for his injured soul like his mother touched the baby.

Although the pain is still very intense, it has obviously eased, and the spirit of wilting is also recovering at a slightly undetectable speed.

"What happened?" Lin Haiyi, then reacted, and could not help but feel happy.

"Made, I said, it is not everything!"

Jumping out of the car, Lin Hai opened the trunk and took out the ancient painting that Wan Gutang and Hu had won for betting, and hugged it in his arms.

If you can save your life, it will be yours.

In the hospital.

Dean Du personally inspected the bald head again, and then shocked and found that all the bleeding points in the skull have been completely stopped, and it is perfect, even a little sequelae will not stay.

"It's amazing, it's amazing. The original records are true!"

Dean Du is stupid.

The bald head is over the bed, a girl with a good face and a tall body, floating like a ghost.

Only the two clenched little fists and the frowning of the eyebrows exposed the anger of Chulin’s heart.

"It’s mad at me, it’s really mad at me! I didn’t expect it to fail the first time. If I knew which **** was a ghost, my grandmother couldn’t spare him!”

At the same time, the land government.

The king of Chujiang is glaring at both eyes, listening to the two men in front of the bullhead and the horse will report on the recent work.

"This month, we added 7192 ghosts of China, 17 souls left in Yang, 3 ghosts, and reincarnation..."

"Well?" Chu Jiang Wang slammed his eyes and stood up.

I was shocked when I was reporting the work, and the words in my mouth stopped.

"Nothing, you continue to say." After a long time, Chu Jiang Wang slowly sat down and gestured toward the bull.

"The reincarnation of 3,736 tires has basically maintained the balance of entry and exit within the government..."

Niu Tau’s revenge was reported, but Chu Jiangwang never heard a word again.

At this time, his heart has already fallen to the sea.

"Golden Needle! It turned out to be a golden needle to reproduce! What is going on here?"

Lin Hai was lying in the car, his hands clinging to the old paintings, and he fell asleep, his face still with a trace of pain.

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

Lin Hai licked his almost cracked head, although it still hurts a lot, but it is not as unbearable as the beginning.

Slowly sit up and take a breath, Lin Hai knows that this life is counted back.

It’s terrible, and I can’t easily use the Golden Needle in the future.

Take the painting to the front, Lin Hai silently read: Tianye, open!

I watched it for five or six minutes, until the spirit of Lin Hai was lacking, and I did not see any abnormality in the painting.

"It’s weird, I can’t see why. When I selected the painting, I saw the woman in the painting move.”

Lin Hai shook his head, but no matter what, this painting is a treasure, no doubt, but he just returned from this painting.

"Hey..." Lin Hai’s stomach was called for a while, and he slept in the car for a day. He was already hungry.

Open the door and Lin Hai got off the bus.

"Where, what the hell!"

Lin Hai was shocked. Just got off the bus and a smiley face came over and almost stuck on his face.

"This gentleman, I am the dean of the First People's Hospital. My name is Du Fu."

Lin Hai only saw this, the old guy who smiled like a wolf's grandmother, isn't Du Dean?

"Hello, De, Dean, is my friend all right?" Lin Hai hurriedly asked, although he was confident in the Golden Needle that he was using, he still asked more.

"It's okay, it is estimated that it will be discharged in a few days." Du Fu hesitated and said: "Is it useful for your friend to save the gold needles in the ancient books?"

Lin Haiyi, the difference looked at Du Fu.

"Do you actually know the Golden Needle?"

"What! It's really a golden needle!" Du Fu was shocked.

Before, he saw Lin Hai's acupuncture points for the bald head. He was only guessing. Now, he has personally confirmed it from Lin Haikou. He feels that his life has been subverted.

For a long time, Du Fu was swallowing hard and said with a respectful attitude: "Sir, then, is there really a soul in the body of that person?"

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

He had previously felt the existence of his own soul, let alone a group of gods in his WeChat.

The gods are all true, and there is a soul in the human body. It seems that it is not something unacceptable.

In this case, if it is changed to another person, Du Fu will definitely sneer at it and even reprimand the other feudal superstition.

He is an absolute atheist. He has been used to the life and death of a man. He has always been accustomed to the life of a man, or a poor man. He is dead like a lamp, and there is no soul.

Today, I saw the resurgence of the bald head, and he felt that his beliefs were shaken.

"Well, Dean Du, if you are fine, I have to go, my stomach, but protest for a long time."

Dean Du hesitated, and then seemed to make a lot of determination, solemnly said: "Sir, I want to worship you as a teacher, please accept my apprentice."

puff!

Lin Hai almost sprayed!

what? What? Apprentice?

Your sister, you are another teacher!

Lin Hai is depressed for a while, is his brother so long like a master?