Mo Qian looked down at the Qiankun Net in his pocket.
Now that it's in her hands, you still want her to give it back?
But although Mo Qian was reluctant to give up, there was something more he was thinking about now.
She looked at Zhang Ying and threw two words to her, "Antidote."
When Zhang Ying heard this, her panic could be seen on her bloody face, "There is no antidote for that thing, where can I get it for you?"
Eat the soul, eat the soul, how can you recover the soul that has been eaten away?
Moreover, if Witch Doctor Valley wants to harm people, how can it leave a way out?
However, Zhang Ying has not yet realized the danger.
She absolutely shouldn't have handed over her trump card.
Mo Qian heard the words "There is no antidote."
The lowered eyes slowly raised, and the deep black eyes were like cold pools, which was horrifying.
She stared at Zhang Ying, her eyes unblinking.
Zhang Ying was stunned by her look, "You, you, you, what do you want to do!"
Mo Qian twirled the finger in his hand and said softly, "If the child can't be saved, I will let you follow him to sacrifice to the sky. Although I can't kill, you can."
Mo Qian's clean and ethereal voice was like a ghost in the night.
Zhang Ying was so frightened that she had goosebumps all over her body.
"Murder is against the law! I, I, I can think of a way. You let me go first. I'll go back and ask my master."
This time Mo Qianli ignored her.
He took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from his sleeve. It looked like the talisman paper was old, and the folded corners were rotten.
Mo Qian held the talisman paper and placed it in front of him. He whispered a few spells in his mouth, and then flew the talisman paper towards Zhang Ying.
Zhang Ying has no way to hide.
The talisman went straight to the center of her eyebrows, piercing through the center of her eyebrows like a sharp blade and invading her body.
At that moment, Zhang Ying's eyes went dark.
When he opened his eyes again, he screamed loudly in fear, "Ah - ghost!!!"
…
Gu Shaoting called the police station to arrest him.
He broke into a house secretly in the middle of the night and attempted to poison people. There were all witnesses and material evidence.
Zhang Ying was covered in blood, like crazy, shouting desperately, "There is a ghost! Catch the ghost!"
But who can believe her lies?
The lights were bright, and she was the only one in the room. No one would believe it.
But Zhang Ying's heart-rending screams didn't seem to be fake.
This is of course thanks to Mo Qian's soul summoning talisman.
This talisman paper is old, and it is still a talisman seal left by the master's master. This soul-calling talisman can summon the souls of people who have been harmed by evil people, and then eat them back into the evil people's souls.
From the moment the talisman enters the body.
The evil people see the dead souls killed by her every day, and they will take their lives if they open or close their eyes.
No matter how strong your heart is, you will be scared to death in the end.
However, this talisman is only effective on evil people.
Used on good people, it is equivalent to a piece of toilet paper.
After Zhang Ying was taken away.
The house becomes quiet.
But this silence was filled with deep sadness, as if the air was filled with grief.
Although Zhang Ying was caught.
But everyone also realizes that there is really no antidote...
This is equivalent to announcing the death of the fetus...
Everyone's expressions were like the sky before rain, cloudy and lifeless.
Relatively speaking, Fu Xue's expression was the calmest.
She reluctantly curled her lips towards everyone, then turned and returned to the room.
Her back was like a puppet, silent, without hurt or sorrow, just a body whose soul had long been taken away.
Mo Qian pursed her lips and was stunned for a few seconds, then followed.
She went to Fu Xue's room. She was already lying on the bed, lying there quietly, her hand gently stroking her belly.
Fu Xue is a poor man.
When she was seven years old, both her parents died. The neighbors' grandparents saw her as pitiful, so they adopted her and raised her.
After her grandparents passed away, she no longer had any relatives.
It wasn't until she accidentally lost her voice two years ago that Gu Baiye had to marry her, and she finally had a family again.
But soon, this home is gone...
The two little babies she should have had to be far away from her...
Fu Xue's black hair was spread out on the bed, and her white face was staring at the ceiling aimlessly. It was beautiful and beautiful, but it carried the aura of death.
Mo Qian stood at the head of her bed with no expression on his face, just staring at her.
Fu Xue came back to her senses and met Mo Qian's eyes.
She forced a sad smile towards Mo Qian, and then held her hand.
Fu Xue pulled Mo Qian to sit next to her.
She took out her cell phone from under her pillow and typed a lot of words.
"Xiao Moqian, thank you. Maybe it is fate that the children and I have no fate. Don't blame yourself. If it weren't for you, I would have died long ago. The children and I are very grateful to you. It's just that they may not have the chance to call Your aunt."
After Fu Xue finished typing, tears slipped from the corners of her eyes and fell into the pillow towel.
Mo Qian didn't make a sound this time, but read carefully word by word silently.
After reading it, she stared at Fu Xue for a long time.
Then nothing was said.
He turned his head and walked out of the room.
Fu Xue looked at her back.
He touched his belly gently.
She told the babies in her belly: Your aunt is also very sad.
…
After Mo Qian left.
Gu Baiye came to the room.
He looked at the petite woman, lying alone in the middle of the big bed, and his heart felt like it had been hit hard by a hammer, and it was so painful that it was broken into pieces.
Seeing him come in, Fu Xue took out her phone again.
She sniffed, typed down a line of text, and showed it to Gu Baiye, "Gu Baiye, let's get a divorce. Whether the children are still there or not, let's get a divorce."
Gu Baiye clenched his fists when he saw the clear black words on the screen.
He looked away, his eyes red.
The past comes crashing in like a huge wave.
Every fragment is like sugar-coated poison, giving you a hint of sweetness, followed by endless sadness.
Fu Xue was an antique restorer hired by his auction house back then, and the two had a superior-subordinate relationship.
Gu Baiye knew Fu Xue's feelings for him, but he never took it to heart and enjoyed her love with peace of mind.
Two years ago, his mother urged him to go on a blind date. In order to deal with her, Gu Baiye asked Fu Xue to pretend to be his girlfriend and go to his house for dinner.
Unexpectedly, it was that meal that caused Fu Xue to lose his voice, and he could never speak again from then on.
Gu Baiye felt sorry for her and had to marry her.
But he always suspected that it was Fu Xue's own drama.
I can't bear to let the child trap the wolf.
And he was the prey of her hunter.
In the past two years, he had never been very kind to her.
But now everything was about to return to where it started, but he felt like a hundred needles had been inserted into his heart, and the pain was so painful that even breathing was torture.
The child is gone.
He couldn't even keep his Xue'er.
Two lines of tears could not be suppressed and fell quietly.
He clenched his fists and his nails almost dug into his flesh before he controlled his voice.
He forced out a word.
"good."
