Chapter 47
"Oh, you chose it yourself, don't regret it."
"How can I regret it? No!"
There was once an opportunity to leave before me, but I didn't cherish it.
Now, Tan Wenbin really regrets it.
He also saw that if he wanted Zhou Yong to "open up" to communicate and find out the truth behind this matter, he couldn't do it without drinking the wine well.
Tan Wenbin looked at Li Zhuiyuan again and saw Brother Xiaoyuan holding chopsticks and tapping the edge of the bowl with his head down, looking like a child.
Looking at Runsheng again, Runsheng did not avoid his gaze this time, but took the initiative to look at him.
A warm current suddenly surged through my heart. After all, it was my roommate who was setting up 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 act like a coward.
After mentally building up, 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 waved the wine bowl in front of Zhou Yong, raised his head, and did it directly.
Before the job was over, Runsheng also picked up the remaining two wine bowls in front of Zhou Yong and drank them down one after another.
Tan Wenbin was moved to tears.
Li Zhuiyuan just glanced sideways, then lowered his head and continued to play with chopsticks and bowl.
He didn't find Runsheng's move strange.
But it was also a bitter experience for Brother Runsheng. He knew that if he could choose, Runsheng would prefer "marinated" real meat.
Although the food on the table and the wine in the bowl are dirty, they are not dirty enough. In Brother Runsheng's eyes, they are like pork, beef and mutton, but liking meat does not mean liking eating water.
Runsheng's boldness quickly aroused Zhou Yong's joy, and he began to pour wine for Runsheng and invite him to clink glasses.
During this period, he 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. He picked up the dishes on the table and put them into his mouth, chewing them loudly.
Then he wiped his mouth again, picked up the bowl and continued to touch Zhou Yong.
This is what happens at the banquet. Drinkers sit together, and after drinking, there is no one else around.
As a result, Li Zhuiyuan and Tan Wenbin no longer faced persecution, and they could sit there quietly and act as air.
Finally, there were not many dishes left on the table, and we drank as much wine as we could.
Li Zhuiyuan 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 his wine bowl and returned to his original sitting position.
His mouth began to open and close quickly, and the sound it made was similar to the sound of the white-collar team chanting sutras during the fasting ceremony. It had such a tune but the words were not clear.
This tune made Li Zhuiyuan feel sleepy.
He couldn't help but yawned to drive away his 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 and looked around, he found that Runsheng and Tan Wenbin on his left and right sides had closed their eyes at this moment, and their bodies began to sway slightly from side to side. They were in a dream.
It was obvious that Zhou Yong was communicating with them.
And the sleepiness I just felt was actually an "invitation" from Zhou Yong.
This invitation was rejected by my own instinct.
Li Zhuiyuan wondered if he had become resistant to antibiotics because of his recent frequent yin deficiency.
But sometimes, the vicious cycle is unavoidable, like now.
With his left elbow supporting the table and his left hand supporting his chin, Li Zhuiyuan's eyelids were slightly closed. He picked up a chopstick with his right hand and tapped it against the edge of the bowl:
"Ding!"
Successfully walking away from Yin.
He came in, but he seemed not to come in.
Because in his sight, there was a picture of Runsheng, Tan Wenbin and Zhou Yong talking, but there was a layer of flowing colloid between this picture and himself.
Li Zhuiyuan tried to reach out and touch it, but felt a resistance. When he continued to exert force to push it away and get in, both Runsheng and Tan Wenbin showed painful expressions in the distorted picture.
Seeing this situation, Li Zhuiyuan could only choose to give up.
Although I have mastered the Yin movement relatively skillfully, I don't know how to actively enter the "dream" that others have formed.
Ah Li will.
This made Li Zhuiyuan mistakenly think that he should be able to do it, or that he didn't think that this would be a problem.
It can only be attributed to the shortcomings of self-study.
However, Li Zhuiyuan did not choose to wake up. Since this situation occurred and he could not participate in the meeting, he might as well take the opportunity to observe carefully.
After getting up and leaving his seat, the table was now a whole on its own, with the invisible gel wrapping the three of them together. Li Zhuiyuan circled around the table.
He felt that there should be a specific way to blend in.
For example, in Wei Zhengdao's black book, in the second step of controlling Death, you only need to adjust the fluctuation of consciousness to the same frequency as Death, and then you can enter.
But here, there is not only one Zhou Yong, but also Runsheng and Tan Wenbin. How to adjust the frequency of one dead person and two living people?
Or are they actually mixed into one frequency now?
Li Zhuiyuan raised his hand and patted the gel in front of him.
In the distorted picture, Runsheng and Tan Wenbin looked uncomfortable again.
Forget it, it’s not suitable for specific experiments at this time.
Suddenly, Li Zhuiyuan felt a hand gently pulling him.
He lowered his head and saw the girl.
The girl squatted on the ground, her shoulders shrugged, and she was crying.
I walked past Yin 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 at that time.
From the current perspective, the white rice grains on the girl's body began to squirm.
No, these were not grains of rice. They were clearly white maggots that were densely 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 screaming silently. The white maggots covering her eyes quickly dispersed, and blood and tears oozed from her dark eyes.
She was telling herself that she was in pain, she was suffering, and she wanted relief.
Black Cat once told Li Zhuiyuan that the more capable he is of thinking when he is dead, the heavier the suffering he will endure.
Death itself is a collection of resentments, and what supports them to resist suffering is deeper resentment.
But what about people who don’t have such resentment themselves? At the same time, you must maintain clear thinking skills.
That would be equivalent to directly placing oneself in a sea of fire, simply performing torture and burning.
In the girl's body, the boy felt no resentment, only extremely intense pain.
Li Zhuiyuan couldn't help turning his head to look at Zhou Yong wrapped in gelatin.
Some things can be understood with eyes even without verbal communication.
The girl was clearly forced to stay, and the one who had the obsession to keep her, or in other words, had great resentment because of her departure... could only be Zhou Yong.
In the kitchen, the firelight was still flickering, and according to table custom, the last course should be soup.
Li Zhuiyuan 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 sounded again.
Li Zhuiyuan lowered his head and saw a hand reaching out from behind the stove, grabbing the handle of the blower box and pulling it.
He continued walking back and came to the stove. Following the hand, he didn't see the woman sitting behind the stove.
Because the arm extends from the stove.
Li Zhuiyuan squatted down, level with the mouth of the stove.
The woman inside also raised her head and smiled at Li Zhuiyuan.
What is burning in this stove is not firewood, but the woman herself.
She got into the narrow stove, the flame burning on her body, supplying the soup in the pot to boil.
But there was a look of comfort on her face.
Presumably, by being burned in this way, her own terrible pain could be alleviated.
Li Zhuiyuan had committed self-mutilation not long ago, and he understood this feeling very well.
Zhou Yong wanted to continue to maintain the integrity of the family, so... he dragged his wife and daughter into hell.
Maybe at the beginning, 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 anything.
He knew it, but he chose to deceive himself selfishly.
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, it could be assumed that he was a kind person who felt pity for Zhou Yong who had lost his wife and daughter, and used this method to "help" him.
At present, it seems that this assumption is no longer valid. The nature of people who can do such things has nothing to do with "kindness".
Walking to the kitchen door, seeing that the conversation there was not over yet, Li Zhuiyuan's eyes fell on the girl again and waved to her.
The girl crawled over.
During the previous meal, she had been forced to play the role of a "daughter", and the woman was also forced to play the role of a "wife."
Strictly speaking, they are actually Zhou Yong's minions.
However, Zhou Yong does not have that kind of strength. There is no comparison between him and the Tai Sui that Li Zhuiyuan met in the cemetery last time.
That copper coin is still buried in the cemetery, and Li Zhuiyuan still doesn't dare to get 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 approach to the boy was the instinct to seek death.
Li Zhuiyuan put his hand on the girl's head. He could feel the dense squirming sensation coming from under the hair, and he knew what was underneath.
But at this time, you must ignore it first.
Following 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 was very simple, and it was successful, because instead of resisting, the girl 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 now.
Someone was crying. She looked sideways and saw that the person crying beside the big bed was Zhou Yong.
There was a woman lying on the big bed. She was dead.
Zhou Yong held his wife's hand and cried very sadly.
After crying for a while, he began to beat the ground, and he began to curse. The general content was why life and destiny treat him like this, why should he be so cruel to himself.
At this moment, a voice came:
"I can reunite your family."
The speaker was not inside the house, but outside. He was using the window to convey the sound.
What surprised Li Zhuiyuan was that the tone and tone seemed familiar. No, it should be very close, as if it was someone close to him.
But for a while, even if I counted all my connections, I couldn't find anyone who could match this voice.
Zhou Yong raised his head blankly and rushed towards the window, as if he wanted to ask who was speaking.
Next, there should be communication and development, such as how the owner of the voice convinced Zhou Yong, and how he made Zhou Yong donate the bridge and decorate it according to his instructions.
However, Li Zhuiyuan could not see the follow-up because the girl was too weak and she closed her eyes.
If her father hadn't cried too loudly before, she wouldn't have woken up at all.
The long darkness.
Li Zhuiyuan was waiting patiently. He had a hunch that there would be another scene before the girl died.
Sure enough, the darkness began to loosen.
Light began to penetrate again.
When the girl opened her eyes again, it was Zhou Yong standing beside the bed.
At this time, Zhou Yong's face no longer looked painful, but instead showed a kind of 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 no more, she should be dead.
But when Li Zhuiyuan was about to leave, he suddenly felt unable to breathe, followed by a burning sensation in his lungs.
What's going on?
If he died of illness while lying in bed, it would be unlikely that such a severe situation would occur.
Li Zhuiyuan felt the terrible suffocation. He had experienced this feeling when he fell into the water for the first time and met the little yellow warbler. At this time, he did not want to experience it a second time.
He disengaged.
However, the contact was broken, but the girl's pain was still there, and it was erupting more and more, as if he had gradually transformed into her, and at the same time he was accepting all the emotions from her.
This is, quite literally, empathy.
Her torment, her grievance, and her despair were all boiling in her heart, like a kettle lid about to be lifted after boiling water.
Li Zhuiyuan thought of the "it" in the fish pond. Its body was covered with dead faces.
Unexpectedly, the method taught in the black book had such strong side effects the first time I successfully used it.
Li Zhuiyuan couldn't help but wonder: Are you a fool?
Wei Zhengdao taught you this method, but this happened the first time you used it, and you actually continued to use this method to control Death?
Is it because you admire and believe in Wei Zhengdao too much, or is it because of your own greed and stubbornness that you think you are the special one who can find a way to resolve this side effect?
If the hidden danger slowly emerged afterwards, it could still be explained and understood, but the symptoms are so clear and straightforward...
Haha,
You really have no right to hate Wei Zhengdao.
No matter how big the fire is, if you don't continue to pour fuel, it will quickly go out.
The fuel here is your own emotions.
It's a pity that Li Zhuiyuan didn't.
The fire went out.
Li Zhuiyuan felt a little sad and uncomfortable.
Because this is equivalent to having the scars torn open again in front of you, pointing at 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 that "it" in the fish pond.
However, this also opened up a new idea for Li Zhuiyuan.
Not for little girls,
But what if it were replaced by a more powerful one?
If you control and manipulate it properly, can you leave behind real emotions that will never go out?
Unfortunately, now is not the time to think about this, we still have to get the business done.
In sight, the girl was still lying on the ground, sobbing in great pain.
Li Zhuiyuan took back his hand. The girl in front of him seemed not to have died of illness, but... to commit suicide.
His gaze fell on Zhou Yong again, was it you who killed him?
Zhou Yong did have this motive. He got the method and let his daughter die early so that he could 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 stove, squatted down again, and looked at the woman who was roasting in the flames inside.
He knew that the woman had contacted Zhou Yong for the first time after her death.
From the woman's perspective, she definitely couldn't see that person.
But he just wanted to see if the woman really died of illness.
After making eye contact, start tuning.
Like the girl, the woman did not stop him, but actively cooperated, which undoubtedly made the difficulty much lower.
Li Zhuiyuan's vision changed again. It was very similar to the previous one, with a bigger bed and a bigger blue mosquito net.
Li Zhuiyuan began to take the initiative to pass through irrelevant perspective scenes, but in the process of passing by, Li Zhuiyuan had some doubts.
That is, according to my current sensory experience, it seems that women are still a long way away from death.
Could it be that his condition suddenly worsened?
Or perhaps, a woman's death is not normal.
If there is something abnormal here, it must have nothing to do with Zhou Yong. At this time, Zhou Yong was still desperately trying to think of ways to save the lives of his wife and daughter.
At this moment, Li Zhuiyuan heard a special footsteps.
He immediately stopped fast-forwarding and began to concentrate on perception normally.
These footsteps were not made from cloth shoes, but more like the friction of some kind of plastic sole. The footsteps were not very heavy, and the friction sound was also very short, which meant that the owner of the footsteps should not have long soles... Is he a child?
The woman opened her eyes, and she seemed to want to turn her head to look, but she was lying here, her limbs unable to obey her orders at all.
She should have a genetic disease like her daughter.
Just like, myself and Li Lan.
A hand holding a white towel appeared in sight. This hand was very white and tender. It was very small. It was indeed the hand of a child.
The towel covered the woman's mouth and nose, and the feeling of suffocation began to become stronger.
Then, a face came into view.
Li Zhuiyuan was stunned because this face was his own!
"Myself" is staring at the woman with an indifferent expression, because he is from the woman's perspective, so now he and "myself" are looking at each other.
In an instant, Li Zhuiyuan recalled the voice he heard coming from the window from the girl's perspective earlier, and why there was such a strong sense of familiarity in the tone.
Because there is a difference between most of the sounds you hear when you speak and your own voices played on the tape recorder.
In the dark under the lamp, he matched the voice to everyone, but he never thought it might be him.
However, it is indeed the tone of voice that he usually speaks.
Now,
The "self" in front of me also spoke:
"You died too slowly, slowing down my practice rhythm."
This sentence was like an introduction. As soon as he finished speaking, a strong sense of distortion came over him. At this moment, his own cognition began to be stripped away, and he fell directly into the lost vortex of "who am I".
But this scene was very familiar to Li Zhuiyuan, because every time he fell ill, he would experience this kind of loss of self-understanding, and his heart would be filled with coldness.
It's just that in the past, this feeling came from within oneself, but this time, it came from the outside world, and its effectiveness was much weaker.
After a long illness, he didn't even need to call out many people's names silently. He only needed to call Ali over and over again and think about Ali's appearance, and he could cope with it.
Of course, during this period, he also silently recited the words "Taiye" twice.
Immediately afterwards, this feeling slowly dissipated.
Really, it was a very mild attack, and it felt like the discomfort ended before I even started sweating.
The field of vision was completely 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, causing his expression to flicker.
In fact, Li Zhuiyuan's face is indeed gloomy now.
Because he felt offended.
He was definitely not the one who killed the girls and women, nor was he the one who taught Zhou Yong this method.
There was no self-doubt, not even the slightest bit of confusion and 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 moon on the small dam... Although these series of methods are very beautiful, in Li Zhuiyuan's eyes, they are a bit low-level.
But in this low-level method, a hole was dug.
This feeling is like walking among thorns. Although it is troublesome, it is not too complicated and difficult to use a pole to pluck it. But who knows, when we are approaching the end, a thorn is buried. mines.
Putting aside the very small possibility that the person behind it was so evil, it is very likely that after that person helped Zhou Yong arrange all this, there was another person with sophisticated skills who 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 "practice rhythm".
Coincidentally, Li Zhuiyuan himself is now in the trainee stage.
A person who has just stepped into this field is practicing Feng Shui layout. There is an elder or teacher beside him. He is afraid that things will be leaked, so he puts the 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, but little did he know that his whole family was just a training material for that person.
Li Zhuiyuan slowly raised his head and murmured:
"Okay, do you want to play like this?"
But the next moment, his expression suddenly changed. It was obvious that the other party could not know the method in Wei Zhengdao's black book, and did not know that he was reading the memory. Therefore, the previous distortion from self-understanding... was not deliberately left to target own.
Was that directed at this woman?
No, that's not the case. She and her daughter are just minors, and their existence is all maintained by Zhou Yong.
Therefore, this kind of trap foreshadowing of distorted identity recognition is aimed at Zhou Yong.
No, Runsheng and Tan Wenbin are in danger!
Li Zhuiyuan raised his hand and slapped him directly on the right side of his face.
"Crack!"
He woke up.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that Runsheng and Tan Wenbin were still dreaming.
But Zhou Yong had already stood up, put his face in front of Tan Wenbin, and kept breathing.
Wisps of white air overflowed from Tan Wenbin's nostrils and mouth and were inhaled by Zhou Yong.
Tan Wenbin was so sucked that his face turned blue.
Li Zhuiyuan's opening of his eyes shocked Zhou Yong. He slowly turned his head at an extremely slow speed and looked at Li Zhuiyuan.
Originally, his eyes were filled with white mucus. Now, the mucus was gone, replaced by a trace of blood red.
The foreshadowing laid by that person 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 for his obsession with his wife, daughter and family, rather than for killing outsiders.
Otherwise, he would have taken action against the villagers who saw him, and would not have accepted the "communication" conditions from Li Zhuiyuan.
He really wanted to bring guests into his home and entertain them with "good wine and good food."
Because in this way, he can reflect the feeling that his family is still reunited, which is what he is eager to show.
But when faced with such a fatal situation, who is not hurtful, easy to communicate with, and is willing to take you home to explain the situation, basically most people will feel sympathy and understanding, thus letting go of their defensiveness.
But during the critical period of his narration, the trap left behind will be triggered. The filth in Zhou Yong's eyes fades away, and his cognition is distorted, revealing the most primitive and instinctive side of death.
This trap is very subtle, not only in terms of technique, but also in the way it incorporates the human heart into it.
If Li Zhuiyuan had been successfully pulled into a dream to have a heart-to-heart chat by him, now the three of them would just be sitting in silence, waiting to be sucked dry by him one after another.
Of course, the most important thing is that Zhou Yong is far behind the Tai Sui death. His main strength needs to be on maintaining that dream, so that Runsheng and Tan Wenbin will not wake up, and the little bit left behind , can he be urged to start killing people in reality.
That's why his movements were so slow, and it was precisely because of this slowness that he gave Li Zhuiyuan time to react.
Li Zhuiyuan moved. Instead of rushing to save Tan Wenbin who was in a critical moment, he directly picked up the bowl in front of him and smashed it into Runsheng's face!
"Crack!"
The bowl was broken and blood was drawn from Runsheng's forehead, but Runsheng opened his eyes as a result.
He immediately saw the situation in front of him clearly, picked up the Yellow River shovel that he had deliberately placed by his feet while eating, pointed it at Zhou Yong's head, and whipped it directly!
"Bang!"
Zhou Yong was knocked to the ground.
The dream he maintained collapsed.
Tan Wenbin banged his face down on the table with a "pop".
After Li Zhuiyuan stepped forward to check, he felt relieved. He was not dead and was still alive.
The grandfather agreed to bring Tan Wenbin here because he wanted to have multiple people and helpers. Fortunately, he brought Tan Wenbin out this time because it gave Zhou Yong an additional target to attract.
Binbin put himself into the situation and delayed time for everyone.
If the first one to suck is himself or Runsheng, the situation will be really difficult to deal with.
The fight between Runsheng and Zhou Yong continues.
It stands to reason that anyone who has to die is very powerful, but Zhou Yong himself relies on going down to the river every day to absorb the evil spirits from the Feng Shui Bureau, and when he returns home, he uses his own power to create the illusion of a family reunion, and today he also created a dream to pull the two of them together. , although some were sucked in from Tan Wenbin to supplement, they were still at a loss.
As for Runsheng, no matter how the previous meals were, he had eaten!
At this time, Runsheng pressed Zhou Yong under him, and no matter how hard 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. Runsheng had no choice but to hold the shovel with his left hand and fight with him. He pulled out his right hand, made a fist, and punched Zhou Yong's chest. The punches kept coming down.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Every punch was hit hard, and every time it was punched, a black energy would escape from Zhou Yong's body.
Li Zhuiyuan walked to the sack, took out the black canvas, reached into his pocket and opened the ink pad box, pressed it quickly with five fingers, then took it out and drew five long red seals on the black canvas.
It was proved in the last practice that the black canvas is the most lethal of all the tools at present.
The one in my hand is newly repaired, and it must be more powerful, because the wooden flower scroll here was carved by Ali using his own tablet.
However, just when Li Zhuiyuan was about to step forward and use a black canvas to help Zhou Yong suppress it, Zhou Yong suddenly opened his mouth and let out a sharp roar.
Two shadows, one large and one small, jumped out quickly. They were a girl and a woman. They all pounced on Runsheng. The woman scratched Runsheng's back with her nails, making bloody cuts, while the girl bit Runsheng. The whole person was hung up from his neck.
"Hiss!"
Under this attack, Runsheng suddenly lost his strength. Not only did he fall down from Zhou Yong, but he was also held down by the mother and daughter.
After Zhou Yong stood up, he immediately pressed down on Runsheng. The blood flowing 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 him.
This made Li Zhuiyuan unable to make the next move at once, because the black canvas was very powerful, but the conditions for its use were very limited. It was usually used for last-minute hits after being controlled and knocked down.
If you just throw it in front of them, firstly, they will hide, and secondly, even if it is covered first, they will throw away the black canvas or even tear it into pieces in pain.
The three of them now seem to be suppressing Runsheng together, but as long as he dares to get close or makes other actions, one of them will rush towards him quickly.
"Xiaoyuan, leave quickly and leave Binbin alone!"
No matter how fierce Runsheng is, he can't do one against three. He has now made a decision to desperately hold these three down and create an escape opportunity for Xiaoyuan.
Li Zhuiyuan did not leave, but half-closed his eyes. His eyelashes began to tremble rapidly, and his body was shaking accordingly.
"Listen to me and I can help you get rid of your pain."
"Listen to me and I can help you end your torture."
"Listen to me, I can help you escape from his shackles!"
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 Zhou Yong to the ground.
And Runsheng, who was being beaten three on one just now, suddenly enjoyed the joy of three on one.
He didn't waste any time. After jumping up, he picked up the Yellow River shovel and stuck it around Zhou Yong's neck, completely suppressing him.
While doing this, Runsheng's eyes were full of shock.
No wonder my grandfather kept telling me to listen to Xiao Yuan, and he even repeated it to himself during the day. Xiao Yuan is so powerful, and now he even listens to him even if he wants to die!
Li Zhuiyuan came over with a black canvas. He was still in a state of control and was a little unbalanced when he walked, as if he was drunk.
This is very similar to Zhou Yong from before. While maintaining the dream state, 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 family was relatively remote in the village, and second, the decoration outside was still there.
This time, the force of the black canvas was indeed several times stronger than last time, and the surging mist was like a breach in the embankment.
This forced Li Zhuiyuan to remove the black canvas.
At this moment, Zhou Yong's breath was weak, and his struggling strength became very 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 returned to his original self.
Runsheng was puzzled by this. Why didn't Xiaoyuan continue to cover him with a black canvas and kill him completely?
We have said before that as long as we communicate well and reveal the person behind the scenes, everyone will go their separate ways and live in peace.
But it was obvious that this guy was the one who broke the rules, so naturally he no longer had any scruples and could just kill him.
Soon, Runsheng seemed to have figured it out, with excitement in his eyes:
"Xiaoyuan, thank you, I will eat him well!"
Just when Runsheng opened his mouth and wanted to bite it, he heard a cold voice:
"Brother Runsheng, don't eat him, since someone plotted against us first..."
Runsheng raised his head, and he saw Xiaoyuan in front of him smiling, but the smile was not as warm and warm as in the past. Instead, it reminded him of the boy squatting by the stream after answering the phone that night.
Li Zhuiyuan lowered his head, looked at Zhou Yong below, stretched out his hand, and patted Zhou Yong's bumpy and disgusting face:
"Then I'll give him a big one back."
(End of chapter)