Infinite Sims

Chapter 160 Performance Art
"Is he in the clan?"

Jiang Ren was silent for a moment, then looked at Pan Wan.

Although there are still many questions in my mind, about Vivienne, about the arena... But now, with internal and external troubles, it is obviously not a suitable time to ask.

"With his current situation, only here can I feel at ease."

Pan Wan knew that he was talking about Mo Changsong. His son was sensible since he was a child, but he rarely called his parents like his peers.

Jiang Ren said seriously: "Can you take me there to have a look?"

"It's fine if you want to see your father, but you have to eat something first."

After speaking, Pan Wan called the maid who had been waiting outside the door to come in, then took the hot porridge from the maid, and motioned to him: "Open your mouth."

"..."

Jiang Ren opened his mouth obediently, waiting for the feeding.

This life is not the first time I have been taken care of like this, and I don't feel any embarrassment or anything like that, and it's good that I didn't pay attention before, but now I feel hungry.

The porridge quickly entered Jiang Ren's belly, dispelling most of his hunger.

"Shicheng, the doctor said that you just woke up and your stomach capacity has degraded a lot. You can only eat liquid food such as porridge and water for the past few days, and not too much."

Pan Wan put the empty bowl on the tray held by the maid, and explained why there was only a bowl of light porridge and water.

"One bowl is enough." Jiang Ren nodded slightly.

Later, Pan Wan asked someone to bring in a brand new wheelchair.

Because he was worried that Jiang Ren would not have a suitable wheelchair when he woke up, for the past ten years, he had ordered several wheelchairs to be customized according to Jiang Ren's height every year.

This one was customized last month.

Jiang Ren was carried into a wheelchair, and then pushed out of the ward by Pan Wan.

It was obvious that there was going to be a lot of light outside, so he couldn't help squinting his eyes, and after gradually getting used to it, he opened his eyes to look at the scene next to him.

The green grass, the gorgeous flowers, and the birds flying in the sky
All kinds of scenes made him feel like a world away.

Pan Wan behind did not speak.

Just quietly push the wheelchair forward.

For a person who has been sleeping for more than ten years, there are only two things that are most needed.One is to understand what happened to the outside world while in a coma, and the other is to need a quiet environment to think.

The current environment may not be suitable, but it is still relatively quiet.

After all, when the hospital was established, the patient's recuperation was considered, and it was deliberately chosen to be far away from the residential area, where few people passed by, whether it was clansmen or servants.

"It's ridiculous to think about it. Although I have been in a coma for more than ten years, it is a blessing in disguise. I have passed through more than ten years safely and gained a little power to solve problems with violence."

"After the trouble here is dealt with, we will solve the matter on Vivienne's side at the first moment, and then go to the Arena of Despair."

Jiang Ren was meditating silently when he felt the wheelchair stop.

Raising his head, he found a middle-aged man with elegant appearance standing in front of him, firmly blocking his way.

"Mo Changhe, what do you want to do?"

Pan Wan looked at the other party coldly, with a murderous look in his angry eyes.

She can tolerate the other party's usual provocations to her, but if she dares to hurt her son, she will take him away even if she dies.

"Sister-in-law, you have misunderstood me. I came here to visit my nephew."

Mo Changhe knelt down and smiled at Jiang Ren with what he thought was a gentle smile: "Shicheng, do you still know Uncle? If you need anything in the future, you can come to Uncle."

"Really? You won't lie to me, will you?"

Jiang Ren looked innocent and innocent, but his heart was full of innocence.

Before Shen Mian, he had only met Mo Changhe three times, and he had no impression other than knowing that Mo Changhe was good at controlling his emotions.

But for what Mo Changhe has done in the past two months, he only has one evaluation in his mind: human face and animal heart.

"Of course it's true. Uncle never lies."

Mo Changhe had a smug smile on his face, and he wasn't worried that Jiang Ren would raise any embarrassing things.

After all, he was only six years old before he fell into a coma, and it was impossible for Pan Wan to let him say this, lest he lose face.

Jiang Ren said: "Then can you perform a performance art for me?"

What kind of strange request is this?

Mo Changhe hesitated for a moment, seeing that Pan Wan didn't make a sound to stop him, he could only smile and said, "There are many kinds of performance art, which one are you talking about?"

"Can you show me a performance art of running around the city without clothes?"

Jiang Ren's eyes were full of innocence and expectation, as if he was talking about something without difficulty.

Mo Changhe's smile became stiff: "You're still young, it's best not to touch things like performance art..."

This matter is simple, but if you really dare to do it, let alone the question of whether to lose face or not, the head of the family is absolutely out of luck with him.

"I can't even do this little thing, and let me ask you for something?"

Jiang Ren sighed and shook his head in disappointment.

Pan Wan sneered, and pushed the wheelchair around Mo Changhe.

Mo Changhe didn't try to stop him, but his face gradually turned gloomy, and he faintly heard two voices behind him:
"Son, my mother taught you a truth today. For some people who have promised but can't keep it, it's best to stay away from them, otherwise you will become that kind of person."

"Well, I understand."

Wait until Jiang Ren and Pan Wan are out of sight.

Two guards who had been watching from a distance stepped forward. Judging from their playful expressions, they did not look like subordinates.

"Mr. Li, do you want us to do this?"

I saw one of them raised his hand and made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"No!"

Li Changhe stood up expressionlessly.

The two made a joke: "I didn't expect Mr. Li to care so much about his family members."

"You don't understand what I mean."

Li Changhe looked at the two of them and said with a smile: "I mean it's okay to do it, but not now, at least I have to wait until I become the head of the family, so that I can wash away the suspicion, and then use the excuse of finding the murderer to completely control the Mo family." all the power of the

The two were stunned for a moment, then both laughed and said, "It's really dangerous to be your relative."

"But it is definitely your luck to be my partner."

"Haha, we think so too."

It didn't take long.

After passing through several tight defense circles, Jiang Ren finally came to Mo Changsong's resting place, a safe house in a low mountain.

There is a three-meter-high piece of ice in the center of the room.

Mo Changsong's body was completely intact, and his whole body was quietly suspended in the ice.

A trace of chill drifted from the ice, forming a thin layer of frost on the wall. Even if Jiang Ren used the power of summoning spirits to keep out the cold, he could still feel the chill coming.

"Your father has a special energy in his body that makes him unconscious. According to the current situation, it will take him at least a year to wake up."

Pan Wan walked up to Han Bing alone, put one hand on it, looked at Mo Changsong inside, and murmured: "If he can wake up from the coma earlier, maybe there won't be so much trouble. "

"That is to say..."

Jiang Ren stared at Han Bing and said, "As long as he wakes up early, can he solve the problems our family is facing now?"

Pan Wan was a little depressed, but she still responded: "As long as Chang Song wakes up, the family will not have two voices, and they will not appear so passive in the face of the pressured elders of the joint council."

"Is there no way to speed up the recovery?"

"No, in the past two months, many people have come to see it, but at most they can only maintain the current state of slow recovery."

"Then, can I try it?"

"It's useless for anyone to come, you..."

Pan Wan was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Jiang Ren, and said in surprise, "Shicheng, can you make your father wake up?"

Jiang Ren nodded: "My summoning spirit is a bit special. It has a certain healing ability, but whether it is effective or not, you have to try it to know."

Through the observation just now, he was quite sure about waking up Mo Changsong, but he couldn't say too much about the matter, not because he was afraid of being slapped in the face, but because he was afraid that Pan Wan would not believe him.

"Okay, son, just go ahead and try."

Pan Wan nodded excitedly.

In a situation where many doctors with experience and strength can't help, whoever says they can do it, she will treat the other person as a lunatic.

But for her son, no matter how low her hopes were, she had no doubts.

At Jiang Ren's request, Pan Wan pushed the wheelchair and sent him to the ice, so that he could see Mo Changsong's injury more intuitively.

Whoa!
Suddenly, Jiang Ren's left arm swelled.

In an instant, his sleeves were torn apart, turning into a huge blood-red arm, and then he walked towards the ice in front of him.

"Spiritual possession?"

Pan Wan watched this scene in surprise.

Although more than ten years have passed, she still remembers the summoning spirit that appeared when Jiang Ren awakened.

The height seems to be almost the same as that of him at that time, a humanoid spirit caller.

He was so ordinary that he didn't seem to have any combat ability, but he was able to show a powerful ability far surpassing that of the newly awakened spirit on that day, and he could even save his life through deep sleep in a near-death state.

Compared to that time.

Now this arm is obviously much stronger, and it also gave her a vague idea of ​​being irresistible.

This obviously doesn't look like a newly awakened spirit who hasn't undergone any training and strengthening since the day of awakening.

Although she didn't understand what was going on, Pan Wan had no intention of asking.

She was very happy that her son's ability to summon spirits had changed, which meant that he already had a place to protect himself.

"Now is not the time to focus on this."

Pan Wan found herself a little distracted and immediately calmed down.

But the next moment, she saw that Jiang Ren's hand that touched the ice stretched in without hindrance, as if that hand or the piece of ice was an illusion.

Such a change made her eyes widen.

"Get rid of those chaotic wills, this left arm contains two completely opposite ultimate abilities, destruction and recovery."

"Among them, if the recovery ability is strengthened to the extreme, no matter how severe the injury is, as long as there is one breath, it can be revived. Even if it has not reached the extreme now, it is still possible to speed up the recovery of the injury."

Controlling the blood-red left arm, Jiang Ren plunged into the ice, and touched Mo Changsong's arm with his fingertips.

Immediately, a piece of flesh the size of a nail cap detached from his fingertips.

It landed on Mo Changsong's arm, and then moved over like a bug, easily scratched Mo Changsong's skin, and then went straight in, crawling and moving under the skin.

From the arm position all the way up.

It came to the chest through the shoulders, and directly got into the flesh and blood below, and there was no trace of it anymore.

"The next step is to wait."

Jiang Ren pulled his left arm out of the ice, and his breath showed no signs of weakening.

There was not a single crack or mark on the ice.

It seemed that the arm that was stretched in just now was just an illusion.

Pan Wan saw that his left arm had returned to its original size and was no longer moving, so she couldn't help asking: "Shi Cheng, what happened?"

She was both looking forward to and apprehensive.

I am afraid that the hope that has just risen will be ruthlessly shattered again.

Jiang Ren spat out a word: "Wait."

"Wait?"

Pan Wan was a little confused, but she still stood there and waited quietly.

She waited for two months, and she also waited for more than ten years, and now this time is nothing.

1 minutes.

10 minutes.

One hour.

By this time, Pan Wan had lost all hope in her heart.

But she didn't show her disappointment, nor did she have any thoughts of blaming Jiang Ren.

After all, what Jiang Ren did was to help his father, just like what he had done in the past two months. This was pure family affection.

It's just that many things don't produce the expected results without paying attention and hard work.

Boom!
A strong heartbeat woke Pan Wan up from her trance.

"All right."

A smile appeared on Jiang Ren's face.

The flesh and blood protruding from his left arm contained a lot of recovery energy, which could subtly repair Mo Changsong's injury and dispel the energy that made him unconscious.

It only takes one to two months at most.

Mo Changsong's fatal injuries would recover and he would wake up from the coma.

Although it could be faster, it would affect Mo Changsong's mind and cause some irreversible damage to his body, so this was already the best result.

After a strong heartbeat, it stopped ringing.

But Pan Wan could clearly see that Mo Changsong's eyelids, which hadn't moved for a long time, suddenly trembled slightly.

"us……"

When Jiang Ren was about to tell Pan Wan to leave, he saw Mo Changsong's mouth opened slightly, as if he was saying something.

Immediately, he used the power of summoning the spirit again to strengthen his hearing and listen carefully.

"Doomsday... Despair... Gladiator... Hurry up... Hurry up..."

After Mo Changsong uttered a few vague words, he fell into silence again.

Jiang Ren, on the other hand, focused on one of the words—the doomsday.

"Despair, gladiatorial, doomsday?"

"Is it from the doomsday of the Arena of Despair?"

Jiang Ren didn't know if he heard it wrong, and he didn't know if he spelled the sentence correctly.

But I always feel that I seem to be destined for the doomsday, a doomsday that wiped out the entire planet, a doomsday era caused by my own tool man, and now I have encountered a doomsday that may exist.

"Shicheng, did your father wake up just now?"

Pan Wan covered her mouth, tears glistened in her eyes, and looked at him expectantly.

"You read that right, based on his current condition, he will be able to wake up in about one to two months."

Jiang Ren looked at Pan Wan who cried out excitedly after hearing what he said, and patiently waited for her to stabilize. He still had some questions to ask.

Not long after, she wiped away her tears.

The joy in her heart was greater than the sadness. After all, within a day today, her son, who had been sleeping for more than ten years, woke up, and her husband would wake up soon.

Jiang Ren asked, "Do you know where Vivian is now?"

It was not easy to ask before, but now that the family's problems have been temporarily solved, he can't wait any longer.

Pan Wan said guiltily, "Mom, I'm sorry..."

Jiang Ren asked a few more questions.

I finally know where Vivienne is - the Arena of Despair!

After Mo Changsong fell into a coma, some graduates of Guanghui Academy were transferred to the Arena of Despair, and Vivian was one of them.

According to her, there have been many such things before. After all, Guanghui Academy has enjoyed the most resources, and its graduates naturally have to bear corresponding responsibilities.

But before Vivienne, there were still a few rounds, no matter how they were arranged, it would not be her turn.

In other words, this was an act aimed at the Mo family, and at his own father, Mo Changsong.

　This volume is coming to an end, more words will be added in the next few days

　　
　
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