The two of them were arguing and arguing, which made me realize. I even wanted to rush forward and beat them both, and then ask them why they didn't act according to the plot I designed. What operation are you doing?
Manipulating Deng Wanwan, Deng Shixiong suddenly stood up and turned around, picked up a glass on the wooden shelf behind him, and slammed it on the dining table. The glass instantly shattered into dozens of pieces, splattering everywhere, and even more fatally. Yes, he also picked up a large piece and placed it on the wrist of his other hand, as if he was slitting his wrist.
"Then I will die for you now, and you will be satisfied, right? Although your mother did not die because of me, I did almost kill her indirectly. I owe her a debt, and I will repay it with my life."
Deng Shixiong, this old bastard, didn't pay for it with his own life, he clearly paid for it with the life of his beloved daughter.
Now, I can no longer remain calm. It is not we who want Chen Jing's life, but this old man Deng Shixiong who wants his daughter's life. How could I watch Deng Wanwan get hurt in front of me? I can't be calm anymore, I have to go up.
"Fuck me..." I just cursed three words in a low voice when Xu Chengcheng covered my mouth, "Fourth, please calm down. If you go out at this time, all our efforts will be wasted. Fifth, your wife and Deng No one will survive!"
However, how could I calm down? My woman was in danger. I struggled hard to get rid of Xu Chengcheng's restraints, but Mrs. Xu Chengcheng had the strength and I couldn't break free from his control.
Just when I was too excited to suppress my emotions, an accident happened. It was a plot that I could not imagine. Originally, Chen Jing was a ghost who wanted Deng Shixiong to die. Who knew that it would actually use Geng Biaobiao's fat hand to slap away the glass piece in Deng Wanwan's hand, and then use the index finger of its right hand to point at Deng Wanwan's nose and curse:
"Don't do this, you have to die in my hands, otherwise, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart."
Seeing the fatal piece of glass being hit on the ground, my nervousness eased slightly and I no longer struggled. Damn Deng Shixiong, he wants to hook up with my daughter-in-law because of his own thoughts. I really don’t want to recognize him as my father-in-law.
However, this was only a temporary relief from the crisis, and it did not mean that the old guy Deng Shixiong would do anything too extreme later. I subconsciously clenched my fists, so that if Deng Wanwan encountered any threat, I could knock her out directly. Because, as long as I knock out the person controlled by the Soul Mixing Technique, the soul borrowed from her body will also lose consciousness.
However, Xu Chengcheng saw through my thoughts, and he warned me in a low voice: "The Soul Mixing Technique is now in the middle of the process, and cannot be forcibly interrupted by external force, otherwise it will be too dangerous for those participating in the Soul Mixing Technique, and it cannot be eliminated. Get rid of evil spirits." 33
I could only sigh silently in my heart, and could only continue to lie on the ground and quietly observe their changes. At the same time, I cursed secretly in my heart: "Damn it, this feeling of fear and fear is really uncomfortable."
However, my nerve strings became even tighter, and an impulsive idea formed in my brain in the flash of lightning, that is, swallowing the Yin Pill, then entering Deng Wanwan's body, and destroying the soul of this old guy Deng Shixiong. go out.
However, this idea was just a momentary idea, and I rejected it as soon as I came up with it, because my horoscope is too light. Once the soul leaves the body, my soul will be a weak chicken, and any ghost can take care of me.
At the same time, Geng Biaobiao's voice changed again and became that of an old woman. I couldn't understand it again, so I could only lie on the ground and continue to observe.
However, at first glance, I discovered another incredible scene. A half-length old lady gradually appeared above Geng Biaobiao's head. Her body was translucent and you couldn't tell it unless you looked carefully. Even I, a person who is naturally sensitive to evil spirits, almost didn't notice it. Thanks to Geng Biaobiao's voice changing, I saw this ray of soul. This soul is Chen Jing's mother. I was in Ma Ma last time. The ghost woman Tian's family saw.
Oh my god, another ghost is on the ghost, and it’s even more fierce! Chen Jing and her mother's ghost reunited. But fortunately, this hag's resentment is much lighter and not that serious. It can be seen from her eyes that she still cherishes Deng Shixiong a little bit.
Although this is a broken ghost, I feel that it is a little bit extraordinary, because I can see that the air around it cannot flow, as if it is blocked by an entity, but it is translucent, and it is said that it cannot block it. The air is flowing.
Therefore, I felt an obvious abnormality. What happened was beyond my understanding. Maybe it was because I knew nothing about soul mixing.
I calmed down because I remembered what Chen Jing had just said. She said that Deng Shixiong owed her mother. I continued to crawl on the ground, carefully paying attention to their conversations and actions, so that I could discern the truth about Deng Shixiong and the hag.
"Yang Sheng, don't be surprised. This female ghost's family is indeed pitiful. Think about it, if an ordinary evil spirit is beaten by Bagua Ziyu, its soul will definitely be gone. Why, it can withstand Bagua Ziyu, female ghost And its ghost mother is one with her, so it makes sense. Take a good look, now is the dialogue between the real owner."
After Xu Chengcheng finished speaking, he took a shallow breath and continued to observe. I could see that he was more nervous than me, and he never relaxed from the beginning to the end.
I tried hard to recall the relevant Taoist knowledge in the "Five Elements Dharma Book", but I couldn't think of any relevant knowledge at all, so I could only read it before talking about it.
What the Soul Mixing Technique has shown is far beyond my knowledge, so I can only wait and see what happens. If Su Fengfeng, who is now a supernatural scientist, is here, he might be able to answer it for me. Unfortunately, he is not here.
Now I kind of regret letting Xu Chengcheng start the Soul Mixing Technique, but there is no regret medicine in this world. Now that things have happened, I have no way out. I can only go all the way to the dark side on the Soul Mixing Technique.
But having said that, is the Soul Mixing Technique a Taoist technique? Let's say it is. There is no record of it in any Taoist book. If you say it is not, Xu Chengcheng said it was taught to him by his master.
While we were observing them carefully, Deng Wanwan and Geng Biaobiao, who were in the middle of the spell, suddenly stood up together, and a gust of wind rose from the spot, a rather strong wind.
This sinister wind rolled up all the large and small objects in the two dining halls, causing them to fall and bump against each other. Even Xu Chengcheng and I who were lying on the ground were inevitably affected. Fortunately, we were hiding in the kitchen and were not exposed.
After a while of tossing, all the large and small appliances in the room stopped and fell to the ground. Even the marble coffee table was broken into two halves, and the large and bulky vertical air conditioner was also broken into pieces. I can't believe how powerful this is.
Geng Biaobiao was completely controlled. Looking at his twitching mouth, he looked like he was about to cry. His resentful eyes stared at Deng Wanwan, that is, at Deng Shixiong. He suddenly broke down and reprimanded loudly: "Deng Shixiong, you... Damn it, it’s not an exaggeration to cut you into pieces. I hate you, I hate you for being such an irresponsible bastard.”
After the hoarse insults, there was a burst of crying from the old lady. Looking at Deng Wanwan, her eyes were red and tears were falling down.
This elderly sadistic man and woman finally met again through someone else's body. I really didn't expect what they would say, and I can't imagine it either.
Geng Biaobiao continued to sob loudly like an old lady. On the contrary, the possessed Deng Wanwan stopped crying. Not only was she not surprised, but she was very calm. Maybe he saw his old lover who had passed away long ago and was confused. ?
In this regard, he behaved very calmly, so calmly that he even looked at death with a look that felt extremely guilty.
Deng Wanwan spoke, "Ahua, I finally saw you. I never thought that I could see you again in my lifetime. I am willing to die. Your daughter is entangled with my nephew. I know it is Ma Tian I did something wrong, but I hope you can persuade her to let go of her hatred and spare Ma Tianyi. I am already in my dying years, so you can take my life as you wish."
After saying this, the hag possessing Geng Biaobiao did not react at all. She just looked at him coldly, tears still falling from the corners of her eyes.
The whole house fell into silence, there was no sound at all, even Xu Chengcheng and I only dared to breathe shallowly and slowly.
Geng Biaobiao's expression changed little by little. Gradually, his mouth moved and sang an extremely sad song. He sang an old-fashioned love song, The Moon Represents My Heart.
"You ask me how deeply I love you, how much I love you, think about it, take a look, the moon represents my heart..."
Deng Tianxiong also reacted, using Deng Wanwan's body to connect to the song, singing sadly, "A gentle kiss has touched my heart, and a deep love makes me miss it to this day."
Although their voices were full of sorrow and suffering, I could deeply feel that they had loved each other deeply, to their bones and to the depths of their souls. But why are such a pair of lovers who love each other so much like this?
Even Xu Chengcheng, who was as cold as ice, couldn't help but sigh in a low voice, "Hey, this ghost woman also had a miserable life during her lifetime. She lived a miserable and miserable life. I can't help but make people feel pity for her. I really can't bear to do it."
"How come you have grown up with children?" I interrupted his sigh.
"Nothing, just lamenting the bad feelings of the older generation. You know, your senior brother and I are also a rare good man."
"Don't come here. During that time in Guangxi, you slept with Zhuma, a female student from Thailand, and ignored her. Fortunately, she is thinking about you, otherwise you would not be able to bear it if she lowered her head!"
I untied Xu Chengcheng's scar, and his face suddenly changed and he became mute. He could only look at me with a red face, and turned his head and eyes to Geng Biaobiao and Deng Wanwan without embarrassment.
I followed him and continued to observe, not daring to be distracted again.
At this time, Deng Wanwan grabbed her hair with both hands and cried loudly. She stood up while crying, knelt down in front of Geng Biaobiao with a plop, and said with a painful look on her face: "Ahua, I'm sorry for you. , I'm really sorry for you, I don't deserve to be a human being, I really am not a human being..."
He beat his feet and chest and cried for a long time, until his voice became hoarse from crying, but his wailing remained unabated. I knew that he was in unspeakable suffering now.
Although the body belonged to Deng Wanwan, the soul belonged to Deng Shixiong. It was hard to imagine that a rough old man would have this side. His cries were so tragic that the world was moved.
I feel like I'm about to cry my lungs out, but this is also Deng Shixiong's true feelings. He really did something sorry for others. This kind of true expression cannot be faked.
If it wasn't for the overwhelming love, how could one be so heartbroken? Behind this tragedy lies Deng Shixiong's unshirkable responsibility.
Geng Biaobiao suddenly raised his hand and slapped Deng Wanwan. He thought that there would be a series of slaps and complaints, but who knew that he suddenly stopped, stared at the ground blankly, and shed tears again.
Deng Wanwan understood, picked up the photo on the ground with both hands, and handed it over.
Some people died, but not completely...
