Mo Qian is out of place in the crematorium.
While others shed tears, she was endlessly happy here.
The world is indeed very different.
Mo Qian got Cao Yunhua's soul back when Xiaohei scared her out.
At this moment, at the crematorium, Mo Qian released Cao Yunhua.
He introduced her with a festive look on his face, "It's your turn soon, you can burn it here."
Cao Yunhua, "..."
She had a ferocious look on her face, trying very hard to be an expressive ghost.
Her eyes looked at the two corpses lying there.
In the end, all the attention was focused on the son,
He no longer cared about his own life or death.
Cao Yunhua gritted her teeth, turned back to Mo Qian after a while, and suddenly knelt down towards her.
"Master, I want to ask you something. As long as you agree to it, I will tell you everything I know."
Mo Qian paused and said, "Say."
"I beg you to burn my son's body and mine together. I only have this wish. Please grant it to me."
"oh--"
Mo Qian responded clearly.
She lowered her head to look down at Cao Yunhua, and spread her hands helplessly, "Of course - I can't promise you. But -"
Mo Qian gave up.
After a few seconds, he couldn't help but laugh, "But, I can let you watch your son burn."
This statement obviously offended the old witch.
She stood up like a corpse, pointed at me and warned, "Okay, don't regret it!"
The two could not reach an agreement.
Negotiation is over.
Unexpectedly, not long after, the two furnaces in the incineration room ignited at the same time.
When Mo Qian saw it, he quickly released Wang Tianhui and Min'er, "Look, look, I'm burning you! Min'er, your enemy is being burned!"
The body was put into the incinerator.
Mo Qian was afraid that the three of them could not see clearly outside, so he directly controlled the three souls and walked through the furnace to see inside.
The furnace was in full swing, very hot.
Wang Tianhui saw his body burned.
The whole person is stupid.
Mo Qian sent a message through the air and said inside, "Min'er, you will never meet such a beast in your next life. All the people you meet are good people. If you are willing to resolve your resentment, I will help you enter the path of reincarnation and become a human again."
Min'er looked at the corpse burning in the fire.
It's like everything in the past is gone.
But at this time, Wang Tianhui refused. He circled around Min'er, "Min'er, I also want to be reincarnated. We will all be born into good families in the next life. I will treat you well and never do anything to you again."
He seemed to repent and apologized desperately.
When Mo Qian heard this, his face was full of disgust and he couldn't help but cursed, "What kind of reincarnation did you have? You are just a fart. Your soul will soon be gone. There will be no next life, and there will be no more beasts like you in the world."
Hearing this, not only Wang Tianhui was shocked, but also his old mother.
Cao Yunhua screamed and shouted, "Impossible! My son won't be distraught. He will go to hell at most. How could he be so distraught! Damn girl, do you want those infant spirits to die with him?"
Cao Yunhua didn't know it yet, but Mo Qian had already taken away all the infant spirits.
When Mo Qian heard this, he proudly showed off to Cao Yunhua, "Master, how superb my magic is. Of course there is a way to save the infant souls. There are nine hundred and ninety-three of them, one at a time. When your son's soul is gone, I will immediately send the infant souls back." Enter the reincarnation and live a good life! The only one who will go to hell is you, old witch!"
"How could this happen! How could this happen! Why can you save the infant spirit? It's impossible, it's impossible!"
Cao Yunhua instantly went crazy and pounced on her son's soul.
But she couldn't hold anything.
Wang Tianhui had already seen traces of his soul being scattered before, but because of Mo Qian's powerful soul-protecting power, he had never been able to act clearly.
But at this moment, the body disappeared.
His soul began to disintegrate at a faster pace.
Wang Tianhui looked down at himself in disbelief. His hands desperately hugged his body, but nothing could stop him. In the end, even his hands dissipated little by little.
"Ah, Mom, save me, Mom, save me!"
At this moment, Wang Tianhui once again remembered the mother he had beaten so violently.
Cao Yunhua stretched out her hands to help piece together her son's body, but the small particles flying away from his body would disappear in just a moment.
Like a flower in a moon mirror in water, you grab it and find it empty.
The mother and son were crying and howling.
It fits the current scene very well.
But no one could stop Wang Tianhui from dissipating, and he turned into nothingness bit by bit amid his hysterical cries.
Cao Yunhua collapsed.
She couldn't save her son, so could she send herself away?
Suddenly she thought of a way.
Cao Yunhua slapped her heart with a palm, treating herself as a large witchcraft doll, and she performed the magic on herself.
Unexpectedly, it actually worked
Cao Yunhua discovered that she could control her soul.
She immediately threw herself into the fire, wanting to take advantage of this moment to let her soul burn with her son's body.
But Mo Qian never follows people's wishes.
She closed her fingers and hooked the old witch out.
The old witch's soul was still on fire.
Mo Qian looked at her with disgust, "It's quite beautiful when you think about it. But if you don't go to the eighteenth level of hell, I won't be happy."
Cao Yunhua watched helplessly as her son was burned to ashes and his soul dispersed, but she could not follow in his footsteps.
She fell to the ground like a building collapsing. This time she was really deader than a dead person.
Mo Qian looked at her.
But suddenly, he felt that the resentment around him dissipated like ice and snow melting in spring.
The strong resentment dissipated.
Min'er looked at Mo Qian and smiled at her, "Master, thank you. Please send me away. I want to be a new person."
…
The resentment dissipates.
More than nine hundred infant spirits were freed from their shackles.
But Mo Qian didn't send them away first because she had some selfish things to do.
Mo Qian got rid of the old witch and her good-for-nothing son.
First, we came to the door of Wanjiao's villa.
Putting his fingers together, he summoned two of the infant spirits in his fingers and pointed towards Wan Jiao's house.
Two small black shadows floated towards the villa.
Wan Jiao slept soundly at home.
As soon as she turned over, she felt a warmth pressing against her lower abdomen, exuding bursts of warmth in the winter.
Wanjiao had a dream.
In the dream, there were the laughter and play of children. They were bathing in the sunshine and playing carefree and happily on the green grass.
There was a smile on Wan Jiao's lips, but tears fell from the corners of her eyes for unknown reasons.
That dream was warm and sweet, like a delicacy in the world.
Mo Qian waited obediently in the car.
Don't be anxious, don't panic, just wait quietly for Wanjiao to wake up from her dream and the baby spirit to return.
Aunt Little Hei lay lazily next to Mo Qian, sleeping with her eyes closed.
Being able to subdue the mother and son this time was largely due to Aunt Little Hei.
Mo Qian took out his mobile phone, studied it flexibly, and clicked on the Tmall New Year Shopping Festival page.
At this time, Aunt Hei, who was obviously asleep, immediately opened her eyes wide and turned over as if she was sensing something.
Its little paw instantly pressed on a big red icon.
Mo Qian tilted his head and looked, his eyes lit up, "During the Tmall New Year Shopping Festival, buy the Xu Fuji Year of the Dragon Lucky Gift Box and get an instant discount of 20 yuan on your order?"
"Meow meow--"
Aunt Little Hei rubbed her head against the screen and refused to move away even after saying anything.
Mo Qian immediately raised his hand and promised, "Buy, buy, buy! Auntie Xiaohei, I'll place an order right away."
Only then did Aunt Little Hei retract her little paws with satisfaction, and let out a happy cry like a fairy, "Meow~~~"
…
After waiting for almost two hours.
The two little infant spirits floated back.
He returned to Mo Qian's fingers properly.
Mo Qian rubbed his finger.
Knocked on the back of Luo Yang's chair, "Next stop, let's go!"
