The woman cried helplessly and fearfully while holding the child. Her mind was blank, and she only had the child who was lying in a pool of blood. She wanted to hold the child to find a doctor, but her whole body was trembling, and she couldn't stand up even if she was soft.

Everyone around was also shocked by this scene. Seeing such a young child lying in a pool of blood, they wanted to come forward to help, but they had no idea how to start. Instead, the clever man had already gone to the clinic and brought the doctor over.

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

A man pulled the doctor and ran over, shouting while asking the people around him to give way.

Not far away, Tang Ning's eyes fell on the second floor where the window fell. In the window, where no one could see others, there was a small ghost squatting, just now he was lying his head and looking at the little boy hit below.

This is the substitute it found for itself. As long as the little boy dies, it can leave here and be reincarnated.

The small ghost floated down from the second floor. No one saw it except Tang Ning. After it floated down, it sat on the little boy, and his hands were pinching the little boy's neck.

"It hit the head, the blood flowed continuously, and I was already exhausted." The doctor said with sorrow, looking at such a young child, it was a pity.

"No! No! Xiaowu will not die! My son will not die! No, no! I will take him to eat candied haws, I will make new clothes for him, my son will not die... He is so obedient and will not be willing to make me sad, no... Doctor, doctor, I beg you, please save him, save him! Please..."

The woman cried in grief, and begged like crazy. She held the child in her arms, crying as helpless and desperate as a child. She raised her head and looked at the dark sky and cried: "God, God, please don't take my son away. He is still so young, he is still so young... If someone really wants to die, then I'll die. I'm willing to exchange my life for him. God, God... Please don't take my son away, don't take him away..."

The people around him were crying after hearing this. 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, and felt that the whole sky had collapsed...

"Amitabha."

A Buddha with a sigh came in this sad and heavy atmosphere. The people with red eyes and tears looked at the voice and saw a young monk in green walking over with his hands folded.

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

Maybe there is still a rescue...

This sentence was like a ray of light sprinkled in the darkness, which made the woman who was almost crazy suddenly wake up, and the crying of despair, sadness and helplessness came to an end. At this moment, he saw that the monk in Qingyi had already squatted beside her.
Chapter completed!