Rebirth: A Female Forensic Doctor

"I'm fine." Ye Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His face was even scarier than Zhao Dajun, but his eyes were as bright as two little suns on the horizon, scorching and glaring.

"Zhao Dajun, the 'finding talisman' is ready, prepare quickly." Ye Fan held the talisman in one hand and turned to Zhao Dajun and said.

Zhao Dajun was very excited when he thought that he would be able to see his son. He nodded repeatedly: "Master Messenger, please start. I have been preparing for twenty years."

Ye Fan nodded, cast a spell, and flicked the 'finding talisman' in his hand, which spontaneously ignited without fire. The burning smoke hovered strangely over the talisman and did not disperse with the wind.

"Zhao Dajun, a native of Jiangtun Township, Qulin Town, Longyang City, Eastern Province of China, is looking for his son Zhao Licheng. The Ancestral Master is here, and his disciple Ye Fan begs for help to help Zhao Dajun's soul enter his son's dream. He is as urgent as a law or order.

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As Ye Fan cast the spell, the lingering talisman smoke twisted for a while and slowly drifted towards the window. Seeing this scene, both of them were overjoyed. The talisman smoke had not dispersed, indicating that Zhao Dajun's son was still alive.

"Zhao Dajun, go ahead. You only have half an hour. You must come back before eleven o'clock." Ye Fan sternly ordered Zhao Dajun. Of course, if he didn't come back on time, she would have her own way to force him to take it away when the time was up.

His spirit body will be unable to resist when the time comes.

"I will be back, thank you, Lord Messenger." Zhao Dajun bowed gratefully to Ye Fan, and turned into black mist and followed the smoke.

"Pfft..." Ye Fan spurted out another mouthful of blood and knelt on the ground. The feeling of being drained of her mental and physical strength at the same time was even more painful than when she was hit by a car that day. It was both mental and physical.

The double torture, if it were not for her perseverance, she would have passed out long ago.

I took a look at the smoke floating on the three scent sticks. In the windless room, it was like a winding smoke snake swimming towards the window, and it was always fixed in the same direction.

Ye Fan was slightly relieved and sat cross-legged on the ground, running the "Dao Yuan Jue". After the last test, she knew that the best time to practice was after the energy was exhausted, but she did not dare to let herself be immersed in practice.

Otherwise, she would be in trouble if she delayed sending Zhao Dajun to the afterlife.

We can only use this little time to recover our vitality and spirit, and repair the soul realm that was hit because Zhao Dajun almost went berserk.

At eleven o'clock sharp, Ye Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and the brilliance in his eyes instantly dimmed.

Zhao Dajun didn't come back?

Ye Fan's eyes narrowed, and he saw that only a small section of the three scent sticks was left. The smoke was no longer as regular as before, and began to appear messy.

Ye Fan immediately stood up, recited a mantra, put the index and middle fingers of his right hand together, and pointed towards the smoke. The smoke suddenly rolled violently as if it was stimulated.

"Zhao Dajun, the time has come, return quickly."

The smoke suddenly rolled more violently, as if there was a force pulling against it.

"Zhao Jun, don't resist, return quickly, or you will bear the consequences."

The smoke rolled for a moment, then boiled directly, and then a 'ten' was faintly visible forming in the middle.

Ye Fan frowned and finally compromised: "Okay, I'll give you another ten minutes. If you don't come back, don't blame me for using coercion."

The smoke swayed slowly twice, as if she was thanking her, and then drifted toward the window slowly and regularly as before.

Ten minutes passed quickly, and only the last of the three scent sticks were left. The fire flickered on and off, and was about to go out at any moment.