"Oh, you chose it yourself, don't regret it."
"How can you regret it, you won't!"
There was once an opportunity to leave in front of me, but I didn't cherish it.
Now, Tan Wenbin really regrets it.
He also saw that if he wanted Zhou Yong to "speak" and communicate, he wanted to find out the truth behind this matter.
Tan Wenbin looked at Li Chaiyuan again and saw Brother Xiaoyuan holding chopsticks and tapping on the edge of the bowl with his head down, looking childlike.
Looking at Runsheng again, Runsheng didn't avoid his gaze this time, but took the initiative to look at himself.
In my heart, a warm current immediately emerged, after all, it was my roommate who played the table together at night.
Brother Xiaoyuan, Runsheng, if something goes wrong after I drink it, remember to tell my dad that I didn't treat it as a scoundrel.
After the psychological construction was completed, Tan Wenbin grabbed the wine bowl with both hands.
At this moment, Runsheng got up and took the wine bowl in front of Tan Wenbin.
Then, he held the wine bowl and shook it in front of Zhou Yong, raised his head, and it directly.
Before it was over after finishing, Runsheng also picked up the remaining two wine bowls in front of Zhou Yong and drank them one after another.
Tan Wenbin was so moved that tears flowed out.
Li Zhuiyuan just glanced sideways, and continued to lower his head to play with chopsticks and bowls.
He didn't find Runsheng's move strange.
But it was also bitter for Brother Runsheng, he knew that if he could choose, Runsheng would prefer "marinated" meat.
The dishes on this table and the wine in this bowl, although dirty, were not thoroughly dirty, and in the eyes of Brother Runsheng, they were like pork, beef and mutton, but liking to eat meat does not mean liking to eat water.
Runsheng's heroism quickly attracted Zhou Yong's joy, and he began to keep pouring wine for Runsheng and inviting him to clink glasses.
During this period, he also pointed to the dishes on the table and reminded Runsheng not to forget to press the wine with the dishes.
Runsheng also completely let go of his scruples, picked up the dishes on the table and sent them to his mouth, chewing them until they "rattled".
Then wiped his mouth again, picked up the bowl and continued to touch Zhou Yong.
This is how it is at the table, drinking people sitting together, and after drinking, there is no one around.
Li Chuiyuan and Tan Wenbin were no longer persecuted, and the two of them could sit there quietly as air.
Finally, there were only a few dishes left on the table, and I drank to my heart's content.
Li Zhuyuan inserted the pair of chopsticks in his hand into the rice bowl.
Runsheng put down the wine bowl and knocked on the table.
Zhou Yong also put down the wine bowl and returned to his original sitting position.
His mouth began to open and close quickly, and what came out was a sound similar to that of the white team chanting scriptures at the fasting ceremony.
This tune made Li Chaiyuan a little sleepy.
He couldn't help but yawn, forcibly drove away the sleepiness, and then looked at Zhou Yong with some dissatisfaction, he felt that Zhou Yong was not communicating sincerely.
But when he turned his head to look, he found that Runsheng and Tan Wenbin on his left and right sides had closed their eyes at the moment, and their bodies began to shake slightly from side to side, which was a dream.
Obviously, Zhou Yong was communicating with them.
And the sleepiness he just felt was actually an "invitation" from Zhou Yong.
This invitation was rejected by his own instincts.
Li Chaiyuan wondered if it was because he had recently been in the yin frequently and became resistant to drugs.
But sometimes, the vicious circle is unavoidable, such as now.
Holding the table with his left elbow and his chin with his left hand, Li Zhuiyuan's eyelids were slightly closed, he picked up a chopstick with his right hand and knocked on the edge of the bowl:
"Ding!"
Successful in the yin.
He came in, but it didn't seem to be in.
Because in his sight, there was a picture of Runsheng, Tan Wenbin and Zhou Yong talking, but between this picture and himself, there was a layer of flowing gelatin.
When he continued to exert his strength to push it aside, Runsheng and Tan Wenbin both showed painful expressions in the distorted picture.
Seeing this scene, Li Chaiyuan could only choose to give up.
Although he has mastered the yin path relatively skillfully, he does not know how to take the initiative to enter the "dream" that others have formed.
Ahri will.
This made Li Chaiyuan mistakenly think that he should be able to do it too, or in other words, he didn't think it would be a problem.
It can only be blamed on the ills of self-learning.
However, Li Zhuiyuan did not choose to wake up, since this situation occurred, he could not attend the meeting, so it was better to take the opportunity to observe and observe.
Getting up and leaving his seat, the table was now self-contained, the invisible gelatin wrapped the three of them together, and Li Chaiyuan circled around the table.
He felt that there should be a specific way to integrate himself.
For example, in Wei Zhengdao's black book, the second step of controlling death and falling only needs to adjust the consciousness fluctuation to the same frequency as the death fall, and you can enter.
But here, there is more than one Zhou Yong, but also Runsheng and Tan Wenbin, how to adjust the frequency of one dead plus two living people?
Or are they actually mixed into one frequency now?
Li Chaiyuan raised his hand and patted the gelatin in front of him gently.
In the distorted picture, Runsheng and Tan Wenbin once again looked uncomfortable.
Forget it, it is not suitable to do specific tests at this time.
Suddenly, Li Chaiyuan felt a hand gently pulling him.
He lowered his head and saw the girl.
The girl was squatting on the ground, her shoulders shrugging, she was crying.
I walked through the shade once when I first entered the house and sat down, but the girl and her mother were in the kitchen and not in the living room.
From the current perspective, the white grains of rice on the girl's body began to wriggle.
No, what kind of rice grains are this, it is clearly white maggots that are densely packed in and out of her body.
The girl raised her head and looked at Li Chaiyuan.
She opened her mouth, as if she was letting out a silent scream, the white maggots covering her eyes quickly dispersed, and blood and tears ooze out of her dark eyes.
She was telling herself that she was in pain, that she was suffering, that she wanted to be freed.
The black cat once told Li Chaiyuan that as a dead person, the more capable he is, the heavier the suffering he endures.
Death itself is a collection of resentments, and it is deeper resentment that supports them against suffering.
But what if there is no such resentment itself? At the same time, you must maintain clear thinking skills.
That is equivalent to directly putting yourself in the sea of fire and simply torturing and burning.
In the girl's body, the boy does not perceive resentment, only extremely strong pain.
Li Chaiyuan couldn't help but turn his head to look at Zhou Yong in the plastic wrap.
Some things, even if there is no verbal communication, can be understood by eyes.
The girl was clearly forcibly left behind, and she had an obsession that wanted to leave her, or in other words, she had great resentment because of her departure...... It can only be Zhou Yong.
In the kitchen, the fire was still flickering, and according to table custom, the last dish should be soup.
Li Chaiyuan walked into the kitchen and did not see the woman.
He walked to the pot and saw black soup boiling inside.
At this time, the blower box rang again.
Li Chaiyuan lowered his head and saw a hand stretching out from behind the stove, grabbing the handle of the blower box and pulling it.
Continuing to walk backwards, I came to the back of the stove and followed the hand, but I didn't see the woman sitting behind the stove.
For the arm stretched out from inside the stove.
Li Chaiyuan squatted down, level with the stove.
The woman inside also raised her head and smiled at Li Zhuyuan.
This stove burns not firewood, but the woman herself.
She got into the narrow stove, and the flames burned on her, feeding the soup in the pot to boil.
But there was a comfortable look on her face.
Probably, through this way of being burned, she could alleviate her own terrible pain.
Li Chaiyuan had committed self-harm not long ago, and he understood this feeling very well.
Zhou Yong wants to continue to maintain the integrity of this family, so ...... He dragged his wife and daughter into hell together.
Maybe at first, Zhou Yong didn't know that things would develop like this.
But now, it would be a bit outrageous to say that he didn't know.
He knew, but he chose to deceive himself very selfishly.
However, one thing is certain, the person who taught Zhou Yong this method must know the consequences of doing so, so what is his purpose in doing so?
At first, it could be assumed that he was a kind person, and felt that Zhou Yong, who had lost his wife and daughter, felt pitiful, and used this method to "help" him.
At present, this assumption is not valid, and the essence of people who can do such things has nothing to do with "kindness".
Walking to the kitchen door, seeing that the conversation over there was not over, Li Chaiyuan's eyes fell on the girl again and waved to her.
The girl crawled over.
She had been forced to play the role of a "daughter" during the previous meal, and the woman was also forced to play the role of a "wife".
Strictly speaking, they are actually Zhou Yong's ghosts.
However, Zhou Yong did not have that kind of strength, and the Tai Sui he and Li Chaiyuan met in the cemetery last time was completely incomparable.
That copper coin is still buried in the cemetery, and Li Chaiyuan still doesn't dare to take it.
The girl crawled in front of Li Chaiyuan, who was trapped here, suffering pain, and the boy in front of her was the only outsider who had recently appeared "here".
What supports her to get close to the boy is the instinct to seek death.
Li Chaiyuan put his hand on the girl's head, he could sense the dense wriggling movement coming from under his hair, he knew what was underneath.
But at this time, it must be ignored first.
According to the method in the black book, he began to adjust his consciousness fluctuations.
He wanted to use the girl's perspective to see what the person who helped Zhou Yong arrange all this looked like.
It's very simple, and it succeeded, because instead of resisting, the girl took the initiative to cooperate.
In Li Zhuiyuan's field of vision, a blue mosquito net appeared, he was lying on the small bed, he could only twist his head weakly, he (she) didn't even have the strength to sit up now.
Someone was crying, and she looked sideways, and the person lying on the edge of the big bed crying was Zhou Yong.
There was a woman lying on the big bed, she was dead.
Zhou Yong grabbed his wife's hand and cried very sadly.
After crying for a while, he began to beat the ground, he began to abuse, the general content was why life and destiny should be treated like this, and why should they be so cruel to themselves.
At this moment, a voice came:
"I can reunite your family again."
The person who spoke was not inside the house, but outside the house, and he was borrowing the sound transmitted through the window.
What surprised Li Chaiyuan was that this tone of voice seemed familiar, no, it should be very intimate, as if it was someone next to him.
But for a while, even after counting his network, he couldn't find anyone who cooperated with this voice.
Zhou Yong raised his head blankly, he threw himself at the window, as if he wanted to ask who was talking.
Next, there should be exchanges and developments, such as how the owner of the voice made Zhou Yong believe it, and how Zhou Yong asked Zhou Yong to donate the bridge according to his instructions.
However, Li Chaiyuan failed to see the follow-up, because the girl was too weak, she closed her eyes.
If her father hadn't cried too loudly, she wouldn't have woken up at all.
Long darkness.
Li Zhuyuan was waiting patiently, he had a hunch that there would be a picture before the girl died.
Sure enough, the darkness began to loosen.
The light is shining brightly, and it begins to re-penetrate.
When the girl opened her eyes again, it was Zhou Yong standing next to the bed.
At this time, Zhou Yong's face no longer had a painful expression, but revealed a joy from the heart.
"Lingling, don't be afraid, Dad has found a way to let our family continue to live together, Lingling, don't be afraid, Dad and Mom will always be with you."
The girl closed her eyes.
Next, there should be none, she should be dead.
But when Li Chaiyuan was about to break away, he suddenly felt unable to breathe, and then there was a burning sensation in his lungs.
What's going on?
If he died of illness while lying in bed, it was unlikely that such a drastic situation would occur.
Li Chaiyuan sensed the terrible suffocation, he had experienced this feeling when he met the little oriole for the first time when he fell into the water, and he didn't want to experience it a second time.
He disengaged.
However, the contact was separated, but the girl's pain was still there, and it was exploding more and more, as if she had gradually become her now, and at the same time accepted all the emotions from her.
This is a kind of, in the literal sense of the word—empathy.
Her suffering, her grievances, and her despair were all boiling in her heart, like the lid of a kettle that would be lifted after boiling water.
Li Chaiyuan thought of the "it" in the fish pond, and it was full of dead faces.
Unexpectedly, the method taught in the black book actually had such strong side effects when I first used it successfully.
Li Chaiyuan couldn't help but wonder: Are you a fool?
Wei Zhengdao taught you this method, this happened the first time you used it, and you still continue to use this method to control death?
Is it because you admire and believe in Wei Zhengdao too much, or is it your own greed and stubbornness, thinking that you are the special one, and can find a way to resolve this side effect?
If hidden dangers slowly emerge afterwards, it can still be explained and understandable, but the symptoms are so clear and straightforward......
Hehe,
You really have no right to hate Wei Zhengdao.
No matter how big the flame is, if it does not continue to deliver fuel, it will be extinguished quickly.
The fuel here is your own emotions.
Unfortunately, Chase Li did not.
The fire was extinguished.
Li Chaiyuan felt a little sad and uncomfortable.
Because this is equivalent to being torn open by someone in front of you, pointing to your nose again and telling you that you are a monster in human skin. Yes, his side effect is this.
He will not leave so many faces on himself like the "it" in the fish pond.
However, this also opened up a new idea for Li Chaiyuan.
The little girl can't,
But what if you change to a more powerful dead one?
If you control and control it properly, will you be able to leave behind true emotions that will not be extinguished?
Unfortunately, now is not the time to think about this, but you still have to get down to business.
In her sight, the girl was still crawling on the ground, sobbing in pain.
Li Zhuiyuan withdrew his hand, and the girl in front of him didn't seem to die of illness, but ...... He killed.
The gaze fell on Zhou Yong again, did you kill it?
Zhou Yong did have this motive, he got a way to let his daughter die early so that he could implement this method.
However, there is another possibility.
Unfortunately, the girl had too little perspective information, and he needed more perspective now.
Li Zhuyuan walked to the stove, squatted down again, and looked at the woman who was roasting in the flames inside.
He knew that after the woman's death, that person contacted Zhou Yong for the first time.
From a woman's point of view, she definitely couldn't see that person.
But he just wanted to see if the woman really died of illness.
After looking at each other, start FM.
Like girls, women did not stop them, but took the initiative to cooperate, which undoubtedly reduced the difficulty a lot.
Li Chaiyuan's gaze changed again, very similar to the previous one, with a bigger bed and a bigger blue mosquito net.
In the irrelevant perspective picture, Li Chaiyuan began to take the initiative to skim by, but in the process of skimming, Li Chaiyuan had some doubts.
That is, according to her current sensory experience, the woman seems to be quite far from death.
Could it be that his condition suddenly deteriorated?
Or rather, women's deaths are not normal.
If something is abnormal here, it must have nothing to do with Zhou Yong, during this time period, Zhou Yong is still desperately trying to save the lives of his wife and daughter.
At this moment, Li Chaiyuan heard a special footstep.
He immediately stopped fast-forwarding and began to devote himself to perception normally.
The footsteps are not very heavy, and the friction is also very short, which means that the owner of the footsteps should not have long soles...... Is it a child?
The woman opened her eyes, she seemed to want to turn her head to look, but she was lying here, her limbs could not obey at all.
She should be the same as her daughter, a hereditary disease.
Like, myself and Li Lan.
A hand holding a white towel appeared in sight, this hand was very white and tender, very small, it was indeed a child's hand.
The towel covered the woman's mouth and nose, and the feeling of suffocation began to intensify.
Immediately afterwards, a face poked into his sight.
Li Chaiyuan was stunned, because this face was himself!
"I" is staring at the woman with an indifferent face, because he is in the woman's perspective, so now it is equivalent to looking at himself and "himself".
In an instant, Li Chaiyuan recalled why the voice he heard coming from outside the window from the girl's perspective before had such a strong sense of familiarity in tone.
Because most of the voices you hear when you speak are different from your own voice in the tape recorder.
He matched this voice to everyone, but he didn't expect it to be himself.
However, it is indeed the tone of his usual speech.
now
The "self" in front of him also spoke:
"You died too slowly, slowing down my practice pace."
At this moment, my cognition began to be stripped away, and I fell directly into the whirlpool of "who am I".
But this scene is very familiar to Li Chaiyuan, because every time he gets sick, he will have this kind of self-awareness and his heart is filled with coldness.
It's just that before, this feeling was generated from my heart, but this time, it came from the outside world, and the effectiveness was too weak.
After a long illness, he didn't even need to repeatedly shout and silently recite the names of many people, he only needed to call Ah Li over and over again, thinking about Ah Li's appearance, and he could cope with it.
Of course, during this period, he also silently recited his grandfather twice.
Immediately afterwards, this feeling slowly dissipated.
It was really a very mild illness, and it was quite uncomfortable that it ended before I even sweated.
It was completely dark in the field of vision, because the woman was dead.
Li Chaiyuan was out of contact, he was still squatting in front of the stove, and the woman in the stove was still burning.
The fire reflected Li Chaiyuan's face, making his face light and dark.
In fact, Li Chaiyuan's face now is indeed very gloomy.
Because he felt offended.
It was definitely not the girl and woman he killed, nor was it the method he taught Zhou Yong.
There is no self-doubt at all, let alone the slightest bit of confusion and internal friction.
He knew that it was not him, because it was a trap.
Feng Shui layout on the stone bridge, mirror flowers and water moon on the small dam...... Although this series of methods is done beautifully, in Li Chaiyuan's eyes, it is a bit low-level.
But in this low-level method, a hole was dug.
This feeling is like walking in a thorny bush, although it is troublesome, but it is not a complicated and difficult thing to take a pole to pluck, but who knows, when it is about to reach the end, a mine is planted.
Putting aside the extremely small probability that the person behind it is in such bad taste, it is very likely that after that person helped Zhou Yong arrange all this, there was another person with skilled means who took action and set a trap.
A trap specially prepared for peers.
Although he is not himself, what he said should be true, and he mentioned "practice rhythm".
It just so happens that Li Chaiyuan himself is now in the trainee stage.
A person who has just stepped into this path, starting to practice feng shui layout, next to him, followed by an elder or teacher, afraid that things will be leaked, he made a finishing touch in this practice homework.
Zhou Yong, who was selfish and ignored the pain of his wife and daughter, may still be grateful to the person who taught him the method, but as everyone knows, his whole family is just a practice material for that person.
Li Chaiyuan slowly raised his head and muttered:
"Okay, do you want to play like this?"
But the next moment, his expression changed suddenly, the other party obviously couldn't know the method in Wei Zhengdao's black book, he didn't know that he was reading memories, so the previous distortion from self-knowledge was ...... It is not intentionally left for oneself.
Is that for this woman?
No, no, she and her daughter are just lowly statuses, and their state of existence is all maintained by Zhou Yong.
Therefore, this kind of trap foreshadowing of distorted identity cognition is aimed at Zhou Yong.
Not good, Runsheng and Tan Wenbin are in danger!
Li Zhuyuan raised his hand and pulled it directly at the right side of his face.
"Snap!"
He woke up.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Runsheng and Tan Wenbin still in their dreams.
But Zhou Yong had already stood up, put his face in front of Tan Wenbin, and kept inhaling.
Wisps of white gas overflowed from Tan Wenbin's nostrils and mouth, and were inhaled by Zhou Yong.
Tan Wenbin had already been sucked to the point where his face turned blue.
Li Zhuyuan's eye-opening action shocked Zhou Yong, and he slowly turned his head at an extremely slow speed to look at Li Chase.
Originally, his eyes were full of white mucus, but now, the mucus was gone, replaced by a touch of blood red.
The foreshadowing that person planted is here!
He was very selfish, but he was not crazy about outsiders, at least, his selfishness was just an obsession with his wife, daughter and family, not the killing of outsiders.
Otherwise, he would have already done something to the villagers who saw him, and he would not have accepted the "exchange" conditions from Li Chaiyuan.
He really wants to bring guests into his home and entertain them with "good wine and food".
Because of this, he can reflect the feeling that his family is still reunited, which is something he longs to show.
In the face of such a kind of death, not hurting people, communicating well, and willing to take you home to explain the situation, basically most people will feel sympathy and understanding, so as to let go of their defenses.
But during the critical period of its narration, the trap left behind will be triggered, and the filth in Zhou Yong's eyes will fade, and the cognition will be distorted, revealing the most primitive and instinctive side of death.
This trap is very exquisite, not only in terms of technique, but also in the hands of people's hearts.
If Li Chaiyuan had been successfully pulled into a dream and chatting heart-to-heart at that time, now the three of them would be sitting in a daze, waiting to be sucked dry by him one after another.
Of course, the most important thing is that Zhou Yong is too far from the death of that Tai Sui, and his main strength needs to be on maintaining that dream, so that Runsheng and Tan Wenbin will not wake up.
This is why his movements are so slow, and it is precisely because of this slowness that it gives Li Chaiyuan time to react.
He didn't rush to save Tan Wenbin, who was in a critical moment of his life, but directly picked up the bowl in front of him and smashed it at Runsheng's face!
"Snap!"
The bowl broke, and blood was smashed on Runsheng's forehead, but Runsheng opened his eyes.
He immediately saw the situation in front of him clearly, picked up the Yellow River shovel that he had deliberately placed at his feet when eating, pointed it at Zhou Yong's head, and pulled it directly over!
"Bang!"
Zhou Yong was pulled to the ground.
The dream he maintained collapsed.
Tan Wenbin made a "pop" sound, face down, and knocked on the table.
After Li Zhuiyuan stepped forward to check, he breathed a sigh of relief, he was not dead, he was still breathing.
The grandfather promised to bring Tan Wenbin here, but he also thought of multiple people and multiple helpers, and he was fortunate to bring Tan Wenbin out this time, because this gave Zhou Yong an extra target to suck.
Binbin entered the game with his own body, delaying time for everyone.
If the first person to suck is yourself, or Runsheng, then the situation will be really difficult to control.
The fight between Runsheng and Zhou Yong continues.
It stands to reason that the strength to die is very strong, but Zhou Yong himself relies on going to the river every day to go to the Feng Shui Bureau to absorb evil energy, and when he returns home, he uses his own strength to create the illusion of a family reunion, and today he also created a dream to pull the two of them.
And Runsheng, no matter what the previous meal was, he ate it!
At this time, Runsheng pressed Zhou Yong under him, and no matter how Zhou Yong struggled, he couldn't get up.
However, the Yellow River shovel was grabbed by Zhou Yong's hands and could no longer be used to continue attacking, Runsheng had no choice but to hold the shovel with his left hand and stalemate with it, pulled out his right hand, clenched his fists, and punched Zhou Yong's chest one by one.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Every punch was smashed firmly, and every time it was smashed, a black aura would overflow from Zhou Yong's body.
Li Zhuyuan walked to the sack, took out the black canvas, reached into his pocket to open the ink box, quickly pressed it on his five fingers, then took it out and drew five long red marks on the black canvas.
The last practice proved that black canvas is the most lethal to death among all the current utensils.
The one in his hand now is newly repaired, and it must be more powerful, because the wooden flower scroll here was carved by Ah Li with his own tablet.
However, just when Li Chaiyuan was about to step forward and use black canvas to help Zhou Yong suppress it, Zhou Yong suddenly opened his mouth and let out a sharp howl.
The woman scratched Runsheng's back with her nails, making bloody holes, and the girl bit Runsheng's neck, and the whole person was hanging.
"Hiss!"
Under this attack, Runsheng suddenly lost his strength, not only did he fall from Zhou Yong, but he was also pressed by the mother and daughter left and right.
After Zhou Yong stood up, he immediately pressed back on Runsheng, and the crimson in his eyes showed his ferocity at this time.
Li Zhuiyuan was holding the black canvas and was about to make a move when Zhou Yong and the mother and daughter both raised their heads at the same time and stared at themselves.
This made Li Chaiyuan unable to take the next step all of a sudden, because the black canvas was very powerful and the conditions for use were very limited.
If you just throw it in front of them, they will hide, and even if they cover it first, they will throw away or even tear the black canvas in pain.
The three of them now seemed to be suppressing Runsheng together, but as long as they dared to approach or made other moves, one of them would rush towards them quickly.
"Xiaoyuan, hurry up, don't worry about Binbin!"
No matter how fierce Runsheng was, he couldn't do a fight or three, he had now made a decision to hold back these three desperately and create an escape opportunity for Xiaoyuan.
Li Chase did not leave, but half-closed his eyes, his eyelashes began to flutter rapidly, and his body was shaking as well.
"Listen to me, I can help you relieve your pain."
"Listen to me, I can help you end the torture."
"Listen to me, I can help you get out of his bondage!"
Li Chaiyuan's eyes opened suddenly, raised his hand, and pointed at Zhou Yong.
Almost at the same time, the girl and the woman let go of Runsheng together, and instead pounced on Zhou Yong, knocking Zhou Yong to the ground.
And Runsheng, who was still being beaten by three to one just now, suddenly enjoyed the happiness of three to one.
He didn't delay, and after jumping up, he picked up the Yellow River shovel and stuck Zhou Yong's neck, completely suppressing him.
While doing this, Runsheng's eyes were full of shock.
No wonder his grandfather kept telling him to listen to Xiao Yuan's words, and he deliberately repeated it to himself during the day, Xiao Yuan is so powerful, and now he listens to him even to death!
Li Zhuiyuan came over with a black canvas, he was still in a state of control, and he was a little unbalanced when he walked, as if he was drunk.
This is very similar to Zhou Yong before, while maintaining the dream, his movements in reality become very slow.
Finally, Li Chaiyuan walked to Zhou Yong's side, he squatted down and buckled the black canvas on Zhou Yong's face.
"Ahhhh!!h
The screams came, but there was no need to worry about disturbing others, one was that Zhou Yong's family was already more remote in the village, and the other was that the layout of the mirror flowers and water moon outside was still there.
It was that this time the black canvas strength was indeed several times stronger than last time, and the surging mist was like a breach in the embankment.
This forced Li Chaiyuan to take the black canvas away.
At this moment, Zhou Yong's aura was sluggish, and his struggle strength became very weak and weak.
Moreover, the blood in his eyes faded and was covered with white mucus again, which meant that the effect of the trap was broken, and he became the original self.
Runsheng was puzzled by this, why didn't Xiaoyuan continue to cover him with a black canvas and kill him completely?
Everyone said before that as long as you communicate well and tell the people behind the scenes, then everyone will go their separate ways and live in peace.
But it was obvious that it was this guy who broke the rules, so naturally he didn't have to have any scruples on his side, just kill him.
Soon, Runsheng seemed to figure it out, and excitement appeared in his eyes:
"Xiaoyuan, thank you, I will eat him well!"
Just as Runsheng opened his mouth to bite down, he heard a cold voice:
"Brother Runsheng, don't eat him, since someone calculated our ...... first."
Runsheng raised his head, and he saw Xiaoyuan smiling in front of him, but this smile was not as warm and warm as before, but reminded him of the boy who squatted by the stream after answering the phone that night.
Li Chaiyuan lowered his head, looked at Zhou Yong below, stretched out his hand, and patted Zhou Yong's face that looked very disgusting and greasy:
"Then I'll give him a big one."
(End of this chapter)