Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 47

"Oh, you made your own choice, don't regret it."

"How could I regret it? No way!"

There was once an opportunity to leave, but I didn't cherish it.

Now, Tan Wenbin really regrets it.

He also realized that if he wanted Zhou Yong to "speak" and communicate, and wanted to find out the truth behind this matter, he had to drink this wine well.

Tan Wenbin looked at Li Zhuiyuan again and saw that Brother Xiaoyuan was holding chopsticks, lowering his head and tapping the edge of the bowl, looking like a child again.

He looked at Runsheng again. This time, Runsheng did not avoid his sight, but took the initiative to look at him.

A warm feeling immediately surged in my heart. After all, he was my roommate who slept with me at night.

Brother Xiaoyuan, Runsheng, if anything happens to me after drinking it, remember to tell my dad, I’m not a coward.

After preparing himself mentally, Tan Wenbin grabbed the wine bowl with both hands.

At this moment, Runsheng stood up and took the wine bowl in front of Tan Wenbin.

Then, he shook the wine bowl in front of Zhou Yong, tilted his head back, and drank it all.

After finishing the drink, it was not over yet. Runsheng picked up the two remaining wine bowls in front of Zhou Yong and drank them one by one.

Tan Wenbin was so moved that tears came to his eyes.

Li Zhuiyuan just glanced sideways and continued to play with his chopsticks and bowl.

He didn't find Runsheng's action strange.

But it's also hard for Brother Runsheng, because he knows that if he can choose, Runsheng prefers the "marinated" meat.

Although the food on the table and the wine in the bowl are dirty, they are not completely dirty. In Brother Runsheng's eyes, dead meat is like pork, beef and mutton, but liking to eat meat does not mean liking to eat offal.

Runsheng's generosity soon pleased Zhou Yong, and he began to pour wine for Runsheng and invite him to clink glasses.

During the conversation, he pointed to the dishes on the table and reminded Runsheng not to forget to use the dishes to press down the wine.

Runsheng also completely let go of his concerns and picked up the food on the table and put it directly into his mouth, chewing with a "crunching" sound.

Then he wiped his mouth and picked up the bowl to continue clinking drinks with Zhou Yong.

This is how it is at a banquet, those who drink sit together, and after they start drinking, they ignore the people around them.

As a result, Li Zhuiyuan and Tan Wenbin were no longer persecuted, and they could just sit there quietly and pretend to be air.

Finally, there was not much food left on the table and we had drunk all the wine.

Li Zhuiyuan stuck 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 his wine bowl and returned to his original sitting position.

His mouth began to open and close rapidly, and the sound that came out was similar to the sound of the sutras chanted by the funeral procession. There was a tune but the words were not clear.

This tune made Li Zhuiyuan feel a little sleepy.

He couldn't help but yawn, forcing himself to drive away the sleepiness, then looked at Zhou Yong with some dissatisfaction. He felt that Zhou Yong was not communicating sincerely.

But when he turned his head, he found that Runsheng and Tan Wenbin on his left and right had closed their eyes and their bodies began to sway slightly from side to side. They were dreaming.

It was obvious that Zhou Yong was communicating with them.

The sleepiness he had just felt was actually an "invitation" from Zhou Yong.

This invitation was rejected by my instinct.

Li Zhuiyuan suspected that he had developed drug resistance because of his frequent negative test results recently.

But sometimes, a vicious cycle is unavoidable, like right now.

With his left elbow propped on the table and his left hand supporting his chin, Li Zhuiyuan closed his eyes slightly, picked up a chopstick in his right hand, and tapped it against the edge of the bowl:
"Ding!"

The Yin move was successful.

He came in, but it seemed as if he didn't come in.

Because in his sight, there appeared a scene of Runsheng, Tan Wenbin and Zhou Yong talking, but there was a layer of flowing gel between this scene and himself.

Li Zhuiyuan tried to reach out and touch it, and felt a resistance. When he continued to exert force to push it open and go in, in the distorted picture, Runsheng and Tan Wenbin both showed painful expressions.

Seeing this, Li Zhuiyuan had no choice but to give up.

Although I have mastered the art of walking in the dark, I don't know how to actively enter other people's "dreams".

Ah Li can.

This made Li Zhuiyuan mistakenly believe that he should be able to do it as well, or in other words, he didn't think this would become a problem.

It can only be attributed to the drawbacks of self-study.

However, Li Zhuiyuan did not choose to wake up. Since this situation had occurred and he could not attend the meeting, he might as well take the opportunity to observe carefully.

Standing up and leaving his seat, the table now became a whole of its own, with invisible glue wrapping the three of them together, and Li Zhuiyuan circled around the table.

He felt that there must be a specific way to fit in.

For example, the second step of controlling the death fall in Wei Zhengdao’s black book is that you only need to adjust your consciousness fluctuations to the same frequency as the death fall, and then you can enter.

But there is more than one Zhou Yong here, there are also Runsheng and Tan Wenbin. How should the frequency of one death plus two living people be adjusted?
Or have they actually now mixed into one frequency?
Li Zhuiyuan raised his hand and gently patted the gelatin in front of him.

In the distorted picture, Runsheng and Tan Wenbin looked uncomfortable again.

Forget it, it’s not suitable to do specific experiments at this time.

Suddenly, Li Zhuiyuan felt a hand pulling him gently.

He lowered his head and saw the girl.

The girl was squatting on the ground, her shoulders shrugging, and she was crying.

I walked past a shadow just as I entered the house and sat down, but the girl and her mother were in the kitchen at the time, not in the living room.

From this perspective, the white rice grains on the girl's body began to move.

No, these were not rice grains; they were clearly swarms of white maggots burrowing in and out of her body.

The girl raised her head and looked at Li Zhuiyuan.

She opened her mouth, as if she was letting out a silent scream. The white maggots covering her eye sockets quickly dispersed, and blood and tears oozed from her dark eye sockets.

She was telling herself that she was in pain, she was in agony, and she wanted relief.

Black Cat once told Li Zhuiyuan that as a dead being, the more thinking ability one has, the heavier the torment he will endure.

Death itself is a collection of resentment, and what supports them to resist suffering is deeper resentment.

But what if there are people who don't have such resentment? At the same time, you have to maintain clear thinking ability.

That is equivalent to putting yourself directly in a sea of ​​fire and simply being tortured and burned.

The boy did not sense any resentment in the girl, only extremely intense pain.

Li Zhuiyuan couldn't help but turn his head to look at Zhou Yong who was wrapped in gelatin.

There are some things that you can know with your eyes even without verbal communication.

The girl was clearly forced to stay, and the only one who was obsessed with wanting to keep her, or in other words, who felt great resentment because of her departure... was Zhou Yong.

In the kitchen, the fire was still flickering, and according to table custom, the last dish should be soup.

Li Zhuiyuan walked into the kitchen and did not see the woman.

He walked over to the pot and saw black soup boiling inside.

At this time, the bellows started to sound again.

Li Zhuiyuan lowered his head and saw a hand reaching out from behind the stove, grabbing the handle of the bellows and pulling it.

I continued walking back and came to the stove. I followed the hand, but I didn't see the woman sitting behind the stove.

Because the arm was extending from the stove.

Li Zhuiyuan squatted down, level with the stove.

The woman inside also raised her head and smiled at Li Zhuiyuan.

This stove is not burning firewood, but the woman herself.

She crawled into the narrow stove, the flames burning on her body, feeding the soup in the pot to keep boiling.

But there was a look of comfort on her face.

Perhaps, being burned in this way could alleviate the terrible pain she already suffered.

Li Zhuiyuan had committed self-harm not long ago, and he understood this feeling very well.

Zhou Yong wanted to continue to maintain the integrity of this family, so... he dragged his wife and daughter into hell together.

Maybe at the beginning, Zhou Yong didn't know that things would turn out like this.

But now, to say that he was unaware of it is a bit outrageous.

He knew it, but he chose to selfishly deceive himself.

However, one thing is certain, the person who taught Zhou Yong this method must have known the consequences of doing so. So what was his purpose in doing so?

At first, one could assume that he was a kind person who felt sorry for Zhou Yong who had lost his wife and daughter, and used this method to "help" him.

At the moment, it seems that this assumption is not true. People who can do such things have nothing to do with "kindness" in nature.

Walking to the kitchen door, seeing that the conversation over there was not over yet, Li Zhuiyuan's gaze fell on the girl again and waved to her.

The girl crawled over.

During the meal, she had been forced to play the role of a "daughter" and the woman had been forced to play the role of a "wife".

Strictly speaking, they are actually Zhou Yong's accomplices.

However, Zhou Yong did not possess that kind of strength. He was no match for the Tai Sui that Li Zhuiyuan had encountered in the cemetery last time.

The copper coin is still buried in the cemetery, and Li Zhuiyuan still doesn't dare to take it.

The girl crawled in front of Li Zhuiyuan. She was trapped here and had been enduring pain and torture. The boy in front of her was the only outsider who had appeared "here" recently.

What supported her to get close to the boy was her instinct to die.

Li Zhuiyuan placed his hand on the girl's head. He could feel the dense squirming sensation coming from under her hair, and he knew what was underneath.

But at this time, you must ignore it first.

Following the methods in the black book, he began to adjust the fluctuations of his consciousness.

He wanted to use the girl's perspective to see what the person who helped Zhou Yong arrange all this looked like.

It was very simple and it succeeded, because the girl not only did not resist, but actively cooperated.

A blue mosquito net appeared in Li Zhuiyuan's field of vision. He was lying on the small bed and could only weakly twist his head. He (she) did not even have the strength to sit up.

Someone was crying. She turned her head and saw that the person lying on 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 pound the ground and curse. The general content of his words was why life and fate treated him like this and why they were so cruel to him.

At this moment, a voice came:
"I can reunite your family."

The person who was speaking was not inside the house, but outside, and he was using the window to transmit his voice.

What surprised Li Zhuiyuan was that the tone and manner of voice seemed familiar. No, it should be said that it was very intimate, as if it was someone around him.

But for a moment, even after counting all his connections, he couldn't find anyone who matched the voice.

Zhou Yong raised his head blankly and rushed to the window, as if wanting to ask who was talking.

Next, there should be more communication and development, such as how the owner of the voice made Zhou Yong believe it, and how he made Zhou Yong donate the bridge and arrange it according to his instructions.

However, Li Zhuiyuan was unable to see what happened next because the girl was too weak and she closed her eyes.

If her father hadn't cried so loudly before, she wouldn't have woken up at all.

The long darkness.

Li Zhuiyuan was waiting patiently. He had a feeling that there would be more scenes before the girl died.

Sure enough, the darkness began to loosen.

The light began to seep in again.

When the girl opened her eyes again, Zhou Yong was standing beside the bed.

At this time, there was no more pain on Zhou Yong's face, but instead he revealed a joy that came from the bottom of his heart.

"Don't be afraid, Lingling. Dad has found a way for our family to continue living together. Don't be afraid, Lingling. Dad and Mom will always be with you."

The girl closed her eyes.

Next, there should be nothing, she should be dead.

But when Li Zhuiyuan was about to leave, he suddenly felt that he could not breathe, and then he felt a burning sensation in his lungs.

How is this going?

If he died of illness while lying in bed, it shouldn't have been so severe.

Li Zhuiyuan felt the terrible sensation of suffocation. He had experienced this feeling when he first fell into the water and met the little yellow warbler, and he didn't want to experience it again.

He disengaged.

However, although the contact was gone, the girl's pain was still there and was becoming more and more explosive, as if she had gradually become her and was also accepting all the emotions from her.

This is a kind of empathy in a literal sense.

Her torment, her grievances, her despair, all boiled in her heart like the lid of a kettle about to be lifted after the water has boiled.

Li Zhuiyuan thought of the "it" in the fish pond, which was covered with dead faces.

Unexpectedly, the method taught in the black book would cause such strong side effects when I used it successfully for the first time.

Li Zhuiyuan couldn't help but wonder: Are you a fool?

Wei Zhengdao taught you this method, and this situation occurred the first time you used it. How dare you continue to use this method to control the death?
Is it because you admire and trust Wei Zhengdao too much, or is it because of your own greed and stubbornness that you think you are special and can find a way to resolve this side effect?

If the hidden dangers emerged slowly after the fact, then it could be explained and understood, but the symptoms were so clear and straightforward...

Ha ha,

You really have no right to hate Wei Zhengdao.

No matter how big the flame is, it will go out quickly if fuel is not continued to be supplied.

The fuel here is your own emotions.

Unfortunately, Li Zhuiyuan didn't.

The fire went out.

Li Zhuiyuan, however, felt a little sad and uncomfortable.

Because it is like having your scars torn open in front of you again, and being pointed at your nose again and told that you are a monster in human skin. Yes, this is the side effect.

He would not be like the "it" in the fish pond, leaving so many faces on himself.

However, this also opened up a new idea for Li Zhuiyuan.

Not for little girls.
But what if we replace it with a more powerful one?

If I control and manipulate it properly, can I retain true emotions that will never die?
Unfortunately, now is not the time to think about these things, I still have to get the work done.

In the sight, the girl was still crawling on the ground, sobbing in pain.

Li Zhuiyuan withdrew his hand. It seemed that the girl in front of him did not die of illness, but was... murdered.

His gaze fell on Zhou Yong again. Did you kill him?

Zhou Yong did have this motive. He got the method, and letting his daughter die early would make it easier for him to implement this method.

However, there is another possibility.

Unfortunately, there was too little information from the girl's perspective, and he needed more perspective now.

Li Zhuiyuan walked to the back of the stove, squatted down again, and looked at the woman who was being roasted in the flames.

He knew that the man contacted Zhou Yong for the first time after the woman's death.

From a woman's perspective, she definitely can't see that person.

But he just wanted to see if the woman really died of illness.

After looking at each other, start tuning the frequency.

Like the girl, the woman did not try to stop it, but actively cooperated, which undoubtedly reduced the difficulty a lot.

Li Zhuiyuan's vision changed again, and it was very similar to the previous one, with a bigger bed and a bigger blue mosquito net.

Li Zhuiyuan began to actively scan the irrelevant perspectives, but in the process, he began to have some doubts.

That is, according to his current sensory experience, the woman seems to be still a long way from death.

Could it be that the condition suddenly worsened?

Or maybe the woman’s death was not normal.

If something abnormal happens here, it definitely has nothing to do with Zhou Yong. During this period of time, Zhou Yong is still desperately trying to find a way to save the lives of his wife and daughter.

Just then, Li Zhuiyuan heard a special sound of footsteps.

He immediately stopped fast-forwarding and began to perceive normally with his whole body and soul.

The footsteps did not come from cloth shoes, but more like the friction of some kind of plastic soles. The footsteps were not very heavy and the friction sound was very short, which meant that the owner of the footsteps should not have long soles... was it a child?
The woman opened her eyes and seemed to want to turn her head to look, but she was lying there and her limbs were completely unable to obey her.

She probably has the same genetic disease as her daughter.

Just like, myself and Li Lan.

A hand holding a white towel appeared in sight. The hand was very white and tender, and very small. It was indeed a child's hand.

The towel covered the woman's mouth and nose, and the feeling of suffocation became stronger.

Then, a face came into view.

Li Zhuiyuan was stunned, because this face was his own!

"Myself" was staring at the woman with an indifferent expression. Because he was in the woman's perspective, it was as if he and "myself" were looking at each other.

In an instant, Li Zhuiyuan recalled the voice he heard coming from outside the window from the girl's perspective, and why the tone was so familiar.

Because most of the time, there is a difference between the sound you hear when you speak and the sound of your own voice played on a recorder.

I was in the dark and matched the voice to everyone, but I never thought it might be myself.

But, it is indeed the tone of voice I use when I speak on a daily basis.

right now,

This "self" in front of me also spoke:

"You die too slowly, slowing down my practice."

This sentence was like an introduction. As soon as it fell, a strong sense of distortion came over me. At that moment, my own cognition began to be stripped away, and I fell directly into a lost vortex of "who am I".

But this scene was very familiar to Li Zhuiyuan, because every time he had an attack, he would feel lost in self-awareness and his heart would be filled with coldness.

It’s just that before, this feeling came from within myself, but this time, it came from the outside world, and its effect was much weaker.

As he had become a doctor through long-term illness, he didn't even need to repeatedly call out or silently recite many people's names. He only needed to call out A'li over and over again and think about A'li's appearance to deal with it.

Of course, during this period, he also silently mentioned the name of Grandpa twice.

Then, the feeling slowly dissipated.

It was a very mild attack, really, and it was quite uncomfortable as if it was over before I even started sweating.

Everything in sight was dark because the woman was dead.

Li Zhuiyuan broke away from the contact. He was still squatting in front of the stove, and the woman in the stove was still burning.

The firelight illuminated Li Zhuiyuan's face, making it flicker.

In fact, Li Zhuiyuan's face now was indeed very gloomy.

Because he felt offended.

It was definitely not the girls and women he killed, nor was it the method he taught Zhou Yong.

There is not the slightest self-doubt, nor any confusion or internal friction.

He knew that it was not him, because it was a trap.

The Feng Shui layout on the stone bridge, the mirror flowers and water moons on the small dam... Although this series of methods are beautifully done, they are a bit low-level in Li Zhuiyuan's eyes.

But this low-level method dug a hole.

This feeling is like walking in a thorn bush. Although it is a bit troublesome, it is not a complicated or difficult task if you use a pole to push it away. But who would have thought that when you are almost at the end, you will find a landmine buried.

Putting aside the extremely small probability that the person behind the scenes has such a bad taste, it is very likely that after that person helped Zhou Yong arrange all this, another person with sophisticated means took action and set a trap.

A trap specially prepared for peers.

Although the person is not himself, what he said should be true. He mentioned "practicing rhythm".

Coincidentally, Li Zhuiyuan himself is also currently in the trainee stage.

A person who has just started learning Feng Shui is practicing Feng Shui layout. He has an elder or teacher by his side. They are afraid that the information will be leaked, so they put some finishing touches on this practice assignment.

Zhou Yong, who was selfish and ignored the pain of his wife and daughter, might still be grateful to the person who taught him the method. Little did he know that his entire family was just that person's practice material.

Li Zhuiyuan slowly raised his head and murmured:

"Okay, is this how we want to play?"

But the next moment, his expression suddenly changed. It was obvious that the other party could not know the methods in Wei Zhengdao's black book and did not know that he was reading memories. Therefore, the previous distortion of self-awareness... was not deliberately left to target him.

Was that directed at this woman?
No, not really. She and her daughter are just lackeys, and their existence depends entirely on Zhou Yong.

Therefore, this trap of distorted identity recognition is aimed at Zhou Yong.

Oh no, Runsheng and Tan Wenbin are in danger!

Li Zhuiyuan raised his hand and slapped himself directly on the right cheek.

"Snapped!"

He woke up.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Runsheng and Tan Wenbin still in the dream.

But Zhou Yong had already stood up, put his face in front of Tan Wenbin, and kept breathing.

Wisps of white air came out of Tan Wenbin's nostrils and mouth and were inhaled by Zhou Yong.

Tan Wenbin's face had turned blue from being sucked.

Li Zhuiyuan's opening of his eyes startled Zhou Yong. He turned his head slowly and looked at Li Zhuiyuan.

Originally, his eyes were full of white mucus, but now, the mucus is gone, replaced by a hint of blood red.

The foreshadowing that person left behind is right here!
The previous Zhou Yong was indeed the real Zhou Yong. He was very selfish, but not crazy about outsiders. At least, his selfishness was only directed at his obsession with his wife, daughter and family, not killing outsiders.

Otherwise, he would have attacked the villagers who saw him long ago and would not have accepted Li Zhuiyuan's "exchange" conditions.

He really wanted to bring the guests into his home and treat them with good wine and good food.

Because this is the only way to show that his family is still together, which is what he longs to show.

When faced with such a death that does not hurt anyone, is easy to communicate with, and is willing to take you home to explain the situation, most people will basically feel sympathy and understanding, and thus let down their guard.

But at the critical moment of his narration, the trap left behind would be triggered, the filth in Zhou Yong's eyes would fade away, his cognition would be distorted, and his most primitive and instinctive side would be revealed.

This trap is very ingenious, not only in terms of technique, but also in terms of controlling people's hearts.

If he had successfully pulled Li Zhuiyuan into his dream for a heart-to-heart chat at that time, now the three of them would be sitting there stupidly, waiting to be sucked dry by him one by one.

Of course, the most important thing is that Zhou Yong is far from dead compared to that Tai Sui. His main strength needs to be focused on maintaining that dream so that Runsheng and Tan Wenbin will not wake up. The little bit left can motivate him in reality to start killing people.

This is why his movements were so slow, and it was precisely because of this slowness that Li Zhuiyuan had time to react.

Li Zhuiyuan moved. He did not rush to save Tan Wenbin who was in critical condition, but directly picked up the bowl in front of him and smashed it towards Runsheng's face!
"Snapped!"

The bowl broke and blood came out on Runsheng's forehead, but Runsheng also 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 while eating, and hit Zhou Yong directly on the head!
"boom!"

Zhou Yong was knocked to the ground.

The dream he was maintaining collapsed.

With a thump, Tan Wenbin fell face down on the table.

After Li Zhuiyuan went forward to check, he breathed a sigh of relief. The man was not dead and was still breathing.

The grandfather agreed to bring Tan Wenbin with him, thinking that having more people would provide more helpers. Fortunately, he brought Tan Wenbin with him this time, because this gave Zhou Yong another target to suck.

Binbin has put himself in the game and bought time for everyone.

If the first person to be sucked was myself or Runsheng, the situation would be really difficult to handle.

The fight between Runsheng and Zhou Yong continues.

Logically speaking, the dead have great strength, but Zhou Yong himself relies on going to the river to absorb the evil spirits from the Feng Shui Bureau every day, and then returns home to create the illusion of a family reunion with his own strength. Moreover, today he also created a dream to pull the two of them. Although he absorbed some from Tan Wenbin to replenish it, he is still in a state of loss.

As for Runsheng, no matter what the meal was like, he had eaten!

At this time, Runsheng pressed Zhou Yong under him, and no matter how Zhou Yong struggled, he could not get up.

However, the Yellow River shovel was caught by Zhou Yong with both hands and could no longer be used to attack. Run Sheng had no choice but to hold the shovel with his left hand and hold on to it. He pulled out his right hand, clenched his fist, and punched Zhou Yong's chest again and again.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Each punch was delivered with great force, and every time it landed, a black aura emanated from Zhou Yong’s body.

Li Zhuiyuan walked to the sack, took out the black canvas, reached into his pocket to open the ink box, pressed quickly with his five fingers, then took it out and drew five long red marks on the black canvas.

The last practice proved that the black canvas is the most lethal tool among all the tools currently available.

The one in his hand now was newly repaired, and it must be more powerful, because the wooden flower scroll inside was carved by A-li using his own tablet.

However, just as Li Zhuiyuan was about to step forward to help Zhou Yong suppress it with the black canvas, Zhou Yong suddenly opened his mouth and let out a sharp roar.

Two shadows, one big and one small, rushed out quickly. They were a girl and a woman respectively. They both pounced on Runsheng. The woman scratched Runsheng's back with her nails, leaving bloody cuts. The girl bit Runsheng's neck and hung herself on it.

"hiss!"

Under this attack, Runsheng suddenly lost his strength. Not only did he fall off Zhou Yong, but he was also pressed down by the mother and daughter on both sides.

After Zhou Yong stood up, he immediately pressed down on Run Sheng. The bloodshot eyes revealed his ferocity at the moment.

Just as Li Zhuiyuan was about to make a move with the black canvas, Zhou Yong and the mother and daughter raised their heads at the same time and stared at him.

This made Li Zhuiyuan unable to take the next step, because although the black canvas was powerful, the conditions for its use were very limited. It was usually used to finish off the opponent after the opponent fell.

If we throw it in front of them, firstly they will hide, and secondly, even if they are covered first, they will throw away the black canvas or even tear it into pieces out of pain.

It seems that the three of them are suppressing Runsheng together now, but as long as he dares to get close or make other moves, one of them will rush towards him quickly.

"Xiaoyuan, go away quickly and leave Binbin alone!"

No matter how strong Runsheng is, he can't fight three alone. He has made the decision now and will do his best to hold these three back to create a chance for Xiaoyuan to escape.

Li Zhuiyuan did not leave, but half closed his eyes. His eyelashes began to tremble rapidly and his body shook as well.

"Listen to me, I can help you get rid of your pain."

"Listen to me, I can help you end your torture."

"Listen to me, I can help you get out of his bondage!"

Li Zhuiyuan's eyes suddenly opened, he raised his hand and pointed at Zhou Yong.

Almost at the same time, the girl and the woman let go of Runsheng and pounced on Zhou Yong, knocking him to the ground.

Runsheng, who had just been outnumbered by three on one, suddenly enjoyed the joy of being outnumbered by three on one.

He didn't delay. After jumping up, he picked up the Yellow River shovel, clamped it around Zhou Yong's neck, and completely suppressed him.

While doing this, Runsheng's eyes were full of shock.

No wonder my grandfather always told me to listen to Xiaoyuan and even repeated it to me during the day. Xiaoyuan is so amazing that even the dead listen to him now!
Li Zhuiyuan came over with a black canvas. He was still in control and walked a little unbalanced, as if he was drunk.

This is very similar to what happened to Zhou Yong before. While maintaining his dream, his movements in reality became very slow.

Finally, Li Zhuiyuan walked to Zhou Yong, squatted down, and put the black canvas on Zhou Yong's face.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Screams were heard, but there was no need to worry about disturbing others. First, Zhou Yong's home was relatively remote in the village, and second, the decoration of the mirror flower and water moon outside was still there.

This time the power of the black canvas was indeed several times stronger than last time, and the surging fog was like a breach in a dam.

This forced Li Zhuiyuan to remove the black canvas.

At this moment, Zhou Yong's breath was weak and his struggle became very weak.

Moreover, the blood color in his eyes faded and was covered with white mucus again, which meant that the effect of the trap was broken and he turned back into his original self.

Runsheng was puzzled by this. Why didn't Xiaoyuan continue to cover him with the black canvas and kill him completely?
We have said before that as long as we communicate well and reveal the person behind the scenes, we can go our separate ways and live in peace from now on.

But it is obvious that the one who broke the rules is this guy, so there is no need to worry about anything and just kill him directly.

Soon, Runsheng seemed to understand, and excitement appeared in his eyes:
"Xiaoyuan, thank you, I will eat him well!"

Just as Runsheng opened his mouth and was about to bite it, he heard a cold voice:

"Brother Runsheng, don't eat him. Since someone has already plotted against us..."

Runsheng raised his head and saw Xiaoyuan smiling in front of him, but this smile was not as gentle and warm as before. Instead, it reminded him of the boy squatting by the stream after answering the phone that night.

Li Zhuiyuan lowered his head and looked at Zhou Yong below. He reached out his hand and gently patted Zhou Yong's bumpy and disgusting face:

"Then I will give him a big one."

(End of this chapter)