Chapter 166: Playground (Part 1)

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Luo Nan temporarily gave up the headaches here and dealt with the rhetoric already thought out: "There seems to be a reaction on my side ..."
"This is great!" Mr. Bai was a little surprised, but he was very happy. "It shows that your soul and body are very closely connected, and many problems can be ruled out. Come, let's make an iron while hot."
With that said, Mr. Bai opened the car window and signaled that the ink flew out: "You go back to the body now to see if you can do it. I greet the relationship with the association in the hospital, take a temporary identity, and turn back to communicate positively. We keep at any time. contact."
This remark coincided with Luo Nan's intention. He thanked Mr. Bai immediately, and driven the ink flapping wings to fly towards the hospital.
Ink accurately found Luo Nan's ward, and stopped outside the window sill. After two seconds, he reported to Mr. Bai: "I'm fine here!"
In this way, the entire play code is perfect ... If you ignore the big problem of the imbalance of form and spirit now.
Mr. Bai also smiled: "It's best to have a false alarm. It's all in the middle of the night now. You take a break and take a breather. When we check the room early in the morning, we will meet again. Then you will call me Professor Bai."
Luo Nan actually wanted to ask the authority of the soulology to ask about the imbalance between the form and the spirit, but the drama is all played to such a degree that some words are really difficult to grasp.
After all, he was accustomed to introversion, a hesitant effort, the idea has automatically responded: "Okay, thank you Mr. Bai."
The communication between the two temporarily hung up, and Luo Nan talked to He Yueyin and Bingyan again, letting them rest assured that they would report it in a circle. When he turned his attention back to his home, the tearing of his muscles spread further. .
This is still concrete and sensible, and it is hard to tell how the internal organs without painful nerves are.
Luo Nan sighed. It was this kind of action. He had to be cautious. This will definitely not work, it is not paralyzed, it is better than paralyzed ...
What was hesitating just now?
Luo Nan felt that he had done a stupid thing. After all, he was not the kind of real stupid man who did not hit the south wall and did not look back. He knew that in this kind of thing, he could not make a fool of his own.
But at this time, at nightclubs tens of kilometers away, the information of the magic charm was returned, and the situation there changed. Morun of the Blood Flame Regiment made a move to expel the human face spider.
This human face spider is not the other human face spider, and the expulsion method set by the Blood Flame Clan has only one empty shell. It is really a bit difficult to let the magical charm without intelligence understand Moran's intentions.
Luo Nan sighed again, the soul out of his mind, temporarily removed the shackles of the flesh, and tried his best to cope with the changes in the situation there.
Through the magic charm, Ronan knew the situation there. The reason why Morun wanted to dispel the human face spider was because two "soul envoys" arrived.
Mo Lun did not know that the Association of Competent Persons did not mean to continue to hunt him down for the time being, and still strictly followed the evacuation plan of the Order.
The so-called "soul sender" seems to be a pair of young men and women who love to play, and there is no difference with most people still lingering in the nightclubs at this time.
However, when the men and women entered the box where Moron and the Human Face Spider were located, and confirmed their positions, even if they could not see the spiritual aspect at all, they immediately fell to their knees and prayed silently.
In the process of praying, the two were inexplicably swaying and fainting, and then fell one after another, without any consciousness.
Ronan saw clearly that from the moment they were in a coma, all conscious activities disappeared. Now the men and women on the ground are simply two empty shells ... or containers.
At this point, Mo Lun's plan has been made clear.
Sure enough, Morun then "controlled" the magic charm and asked it to be put into the body of the female soul to use the breath of life to cover it to the greatest extent.
As for Mo Lun himself, he also puts himself in the flesh of the male spirit sentiment. Although the latter was in a coma, he was still in a tremendous tremor, and almost fell to the ground, but a thin blood opening was split at the temple, and the peripheral blood vessels jumped.
"what?"
Ronan seemed to see a reprint of the problems he had encountered before. Now this situation is clearly the body of the soul sender, unable to withstand the infusion of Morun's soul power, and there has been damage. How will Moron solve this problem? In case of an unexpected situation, you can't control the spirit sent by the "Thousand Swords" to fight at any time?
With a magic charm as a fulcrum and cover, Ronan opened his "God's Perspective" to observe Moron in all directions.
Mo Lun was unaware of this, and adjusted step by step, so that the spirit senter would gradually adapt to the infusion of soul power. Because he had exposed his own way of operating energy information before, at the Magic Rune, Luo Nan even observed and guessed that he could make his steps seven or eight.
… Is this so? Ronan was like an apprentice, and he tried to compare with the coach's movements.
The first is self-limitation.
Lowering the rhythm of soul breathing, slowing down the speed and efficiency of energy information operation, even deliberately shielding some, reducing the huge pressure on the body.
The range of Luo Nan's psychopath began to shrink significantly, from a radius of 800 meters to a length of less than 10 meters.
Here, that is, about one percent of the soul body's mental induction, it can't shrink anyway. This is the bottom line for maintaining the current soul configuration and rhythm, and it is a "basic unit." However, this is almost double the radius of five meters yesterday morning, and the pressure on information processing is still not small.
This is the second step: keep your distance.
Ronan, referring to Moron's approach, let the soul "rely on it" deep in the spiritual level and maintain a state of detachment from the flesh ... well, it's like dreaming.
Mo Lun used this method to reduce the pressure on the soul, but the biggest problem is that the information exchange at the physical and spiritual levels is a bit delayed, affecting the secretion of some neurotransmitters, mentally trance, and Sleepwalking is even about taking drugs.
In the final analysis, this is only a stopgap measure, not a radical cure.
Luo Nan was a little disappointed, but anyway, this method helped him to escape from the embarrassing "paralysis" state.
After Morun completed the "soul sending", he did not rush out of the nightclub, but led the magic charm out of the box and walked around the nightclub to adjust the form of soul sending to the best state.
Losing the observation value temporarily, Luo Nan returned to his mind, but he couldn't help but yawned and almost fell asleep. He didn't want to be scared by sleep anymore, forced his sleep, and sat up from the bed staggeringly.
The faint skylight passed into the room through the gauze curtain, the time passed quickly, and the blink of an eye was early in the morning.
Thinking of the twists and turns in the first half of the night, and the flow rate during this period, the contrast between the front and the back made Ronan feel a little emotional.
He took another deep breath before he could take a half. The itching in his throat suddenly exploded, the airflow diverged, and he choked to death now, coughing continuously, almost breathless.
At this time, the communicator at the bedside voluntarily sounded, and the aunt's extremely surprised voice came in:
"Nan Nan, you wake up!"
I wanted to say hello to my aunt, but Luo Nan couldn't speak at all because of his severe cough, so he could barely raise his hand in response.
The intensive care unit where Luo Nan is located is specially arranged by the association through the hospital. It is intelligently monitored 24 hours a day, and is equipped with professional and machine dual care. In fact, the fundamental purpose is to refuse family members to accompany and make room for subsequent operations.
Due to the hospital system, Ms. Luo Shuqing can only check the real-time situation of Luo Nan through online video. Unexpectedly, in the early morning, when I first visited on that day, I saw Ronan turning over and sitting up. This surprise was really a trivial matter.
It can be seen that Luo Nan's coughing condition is unavoidable, and he is about to call the medical staff. The door of the ward is pushed open, and a vast number of doctors and nurses come in. The daily round of ward rounds begins.
Among the crowd, Mr. Bai was awesome and at the core. To this little old man who casually wore a white coat, Luo Nan's attending physician must be called "Professor Bai", very respectful.
"Yo, the little guy woke up, which saved a lot of things."
When Mr. Bai laughed, a nurse approached him for a routine check, and transferred the monitoring data from last night to Mr. Bai for reference.
What happened last night, Mr. Bai had a long-term opinion, and just swept the data, and continued to amused with Luo Nan: "... what happened to the forehead? Didn't he wake up?"
The wound on Ronan's forehead was the tearing of the epidermal tissue, which had already been scabed to stop bleeding.
"Cough, I don't know where I touched." Luo Nan still couldn't stop coughing, and his speech was intermittent.
Mr. Bai came over with a smile on his hand and checked his physical condition with his hands, that is, his eyelids or something.
At the same time, Luo Nan's six ears heard his voice: "Fool, you should say" Why am I here "or something?"
"Cough ... why am I here?" Because of the sequelae of "hypertension", Luo Nan's brain has been groggy, and it was really clever to say what to say.
Mr. Bai is happy, and Luo Nan's age is indeed more than his grandson. Now he pats Luo Nan's head smoothly, saying "the boy is teachable", and then he said:
"It's nothing. The guy should have been under a lot of stress recently, a little bit mentally depressed ... Parents, come back and report the situation."
"I'm going downstairs immediately."
Ms. Luo Shuqing did n’t return home yesterday, she stayed in a hotel near the hospital. After seeing Luo Nan sober and notifying her husband, she went all the way here. During the hospital's examination, she watched the whole process through the online video and was busy responding through the bedside messenger.
"No hurry, no hurry."
Mr. Bai said on his mouth, but grabbed Luo Nan's two hands, and signaled Luo Nan's left hand to open the tiger's mouth. His right thumb was gently kneaded and pressed, and demonstrated the contacts, techniques, and strength: "Coughing Awesome, just deal with it like this first, with a concentrated mind and no focus, OK? "
Luo Nan Yi Yan Shiwei, as expected, the symptoms of coughing had eased, and nodded immediately.
Mr. Bai put his hands out with a smile on his back, but Liu Er's contact has not been broken, and he shared information to let Luo Nan know his next trip.
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