Chapter 616

The woman hugged the child and cried helplessly and in fear. Her mind was blank, and all she could see was the child who was unconscious in a pool of blood. She wanted to hold the child and go to the doctor, but she was shaking all over and hairy. She was so soft that she couldn't stand up at all.

The people around were also shocked by this scene. Seeing such a small child lying in a pool of blood, they wanted to step forward to help, but they couldn't do anything, but the smart people had already run to the medical center and brought the doctor over. .

"The doctor is here! The doctor is here! Get out of the way!"

A man pulled the doctor and ran over, shouting while letting the people surrounding him give way.

Not far away, Tangning's gaze fell on the second floor where the window fell. At the window, where no one else could see, there was a small ghost squatting. Hit the little boy.

This is the substitute it found for itself. As long as the little boy dies, it can leave here to reincarnate.

The little ghost floated down from the second floor. No one saw it except Tangning. After it floated down, it sat on top of the little boy, with both hands still pinching the little boy's neck.

"It hit the head, the blood flowed non-stop, and it was out of breath." The doctor said in a grief-stricken voice, looking at such a small child, his eyes filled with pity.

"No! No! Xiao Wu will not die! My son will not die! No, no! I will take him to eat candied haws, and I will make him new clothes, my son will not die Oh...he is so good, so obedient, he won't be willing to make me sad, no...doctor, doctor, I beg you, please save him, save him! Please... …”

The woman cried in grief, begging like crazy, she held the child in her arms, crying like a child, helpless and desperate, she raised her head, looked at the dark sky and cried: "God. , God please don't take my son, he is still so young, he is so young... If someone really wants to die, then I will die, I am willing to use my life to exchange for him, God, God Ah... please, don't take my son, don't take him..."

The people around also burst into tears when they heard it. Some women couldn't help crying, and even the man's eyes were slightly red. However, no one could save a child who had lost his breath.

In the pool of blood, a mother cried helplessly and desperately, begging, grief and fear occupied her heart, she hugged the child in her arms tightly, feeling that the whole sky was falling down...

"Amitabha."

A sigh of Buddha came in this sad and heavy atmosphere, and the people with red eyes and tears looked at the voice, and they saw that a young monk in Tsing Yi walked over with his hands folded.

Tangning walked over, looked at the woman holding the child, and said slowly, "I'll take a look, maybe there's help."

Maybe there is help...

These words, like a ray of light in the darkness, made the woman who was almost crazy suddenly wake up, and her desperate and helpless cry stopped. Crouching beside her.

Tangning stretched out her hand, grabbed the little devil who was sitting on top of the little boy, and shoved it into the holy bowl in her palm.