Chapter 822：

"Mom, don't leave Amin!"

"I don't want to leave you, mom!"

"Woooooo-"

On the little boy's pale face, tears unceasingly trickled down and splashed onto the back of his mother's hand.

In the woman's eyes, there were glittering tears.

With a bloodstained hand, he touched his son's cheek and wiped away the tears from the little boy's face.

She felt herself getting colder and colder.

It will really die soon.

time is limited.

The woman tried to say the last words in her **** mouth.

"Amin, my good son!"

"Must... to be well... to live!"

"Promise mom, promise... mom!"

The little boy felt his mother's weaker breathing and the eyes gradually spreading away, and he couldn't help but nodded in tears.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, mother, don't worry, I would have...

"Woooooo-"

The little boy clutched his mother's hand tightly, hoping to save the vitality that quickly passed away.

When the woman heard her son's words, she smiled in relief.

Her gaze had begun to trance.

The severe pain on the body also began to not feel.

Consciousness is about to dissipate.

This time, she was really going to die.

She glanced at Ye Fan, her eyes full of gratitude.

Ye Fan nodded slightly.

The woman looked at her son at last.

The relieved eyes suddenly froze.

At the last moment before death, she saw clearly the state of her son.

My own son has become a ghost!

Amin, turned into a ghost!

The woman felt her heart twisted and griefed.

at this time,

Ye Fan's voice rang in her ears.

"Don't worry, I will accept him as my companion demon spirit!"

"Although it is in another way, he will always be alive!"

Ye Fan's voice immediately made the woman's last bit of consciousness completely relieved.

The woman slowly closed her eyes.

Two lines of tears fell from the corner of his eyes.

A smile of relief appeared at the corner of his mouth.

She,

No more regrets!

The woman's body slowly became cold.

The little boy was still lying on his mother's body, crying bitterly.

Ye Fan didn't urge him, but waited quietly.

After a long time,

The little boy's crying stopped, and there was a sound of even breathing.

Tired of crying, he lay on his mother's body and fell asleep deeply.

Ye Fan sighed secretly.

One move with the right hand.

In the room of the little boy in the second bedroom, a little quilt with cartoon pets flew out and landed on the little boy.

Ye Fan stood quietly.

There is no feeling of time passing in the spiritual world.

No matter how long time has passed in this room, the outside world will always be what the little boy has in his painful memory.

Ye Fan was not in a hurry.

He waited.

I don't know how long it took, the little boy woke up and turned around.

The immature, traumatized soul was much healed.

He fixedly looked at his mother with no regrets, as if she was "going to sleep".

The little boy bent down, wiped his mother's face clean with his sleeves, and then hugged his mother tightly.

Finally,

The resolute little boy stood up and walked to Ye Fan's side.