Rebirth: A Female Forensic Doctor

"Let me go, I'm going to find my son, let me go." Zhao Dajun roared with a ferocious face. Tonight is his seventh day. If there is no more news about his son, he will be taken into the afterlife.

, he will never see his son again for eternity.

"Zhao Dajun, calm down." Ye Fan has taken out the spirit chain in her hand. Compared with the time when she went to pick up Zhao Dajun, she is much calmer now when facing his terrifying image, and she has completed ten tasks.

In several missions, he has even faced off against level one deceased people, and he is no longer just a cute little messenger.

"You lied to me. You promised me that you would help me find my son. You lied to me." Not only did Zhao Dajun not listen to the advice, he became even more excited. The Soul-fixing Talisman actually became loose.

Ye Fan's expression changed. Damn it, she finally tasted the bitter consequences of not listening to the advice of her senior colleagues. Her promise created a deep cause and effect between her and Zhao Dajun. The power of being a messenger has already affected Zhao Dajun.

The army will not be effective. If his obsession is strong, she may be suppressed by him.

The current method can only calm him down, and she must fulfill the promise she made, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous. Not only her, but also her mother will be in danger.

"Zhao Dajun, this envoy has not deceived you. This envoy already knows how to help you find your son. You should calm down first." Ye Fan pretended to be calm, holding a pair of envoys' master's clothes, secretly holding one tightly.

As a last resort, she could only forcefully open the door to the afterlife and send him away. As for the consequences she had to endure, she no longer had to worry about that much.

Fortunately, Zhao Dajun just stared at her with his green eyes for a while, then slowly calmed down, and his face gradually returned to a normal face, a face with Chinese characters engraved with vicissitudes of life and perseverance.

"Mr. Messenger, can you find my son? Where is he?" Because he could not move, Zhao Dajun could only open his green eyes wider to express his excitement.

Ye Fan breathed out lightly, secretly put away the spirit-calming talisman, coughed lightly and said: "Ahem, I haven't found your son yet..." Seeing that Zhao Dajun's face began to distort again, he quickly continued the next words: "But I

I have thought of a way for you to find your son by yourself."

"Look for it yourself?" Zhao Dajun was puzzled, and his entire spirit body calmed down.

"Yes." Ye Fan nodded, took out the talisman and placed it on the table, making all preparations. He turned to look at Zhao Dajun, who was waiting quietly aside, and explained: "Although you are dead,

But the seven days have not passed, the soul has not left the world, and the blood and family ties with the human world have not been completely severed. I can draw a 'finding talisman' and use this unbroken blood connection to help your soul enter the dream of your loved ones."

When Zhao Dajun heard this, he would have cried with joy if it were not for the fact that the deceased had no tears. His long-cherished wish finally had hope.

"But..." Ye Fan paused and explained the facts clearly.

"This is the first time this person has drawn the tracing talisman. I have never used it. I don't know if it is really useful, or there may be danger in the process. Do you still insist on it?"

Zhao Dajun didn't even think about it and couldn't wait to say: "I insist, Lord Messenger, no matter whether it is useful or not, this is my last chance to see my son. Even if my soul is gone, I am not afraid. Please make it happen, Lord Messenger."

"Okay, then you will obey my orders in everything." Ye Fan nodded solemnly and worked hard.