Chapter 42 42. Mu Shen’s Spiritual Weapon
The man who came out with a haggard face was the father of the girl in the white dress.
Xia Feng took a deep breath and glanced at the girl who was still dull in confusion: "Isn't she your daughter?"
"Daughter? No, no, I am her stepfather."
< br>The man smiled lightly and said, "You two, I think you happened to be passing by. How about you don't disturb my experiment?"
Where is your mother? Xia Feng cursed in his heart. His sword was already thirsty and thirsty. He wouldn’t even be named Mu until he chopped off this guy’s head!
But just when he frowned and was about to take action, Mu Qingtong suddenly said: "Recently, my experiment happened to encounter a bottleneck. If you don't mind, we can stay with you to protect you and observe at the same time. "
Xia Feng's hand that was about to draw the knife froze. He coughed and straightened his hood. He smiled: "That's right, brother, we happen to be studying how to exploit family conflicts. Maybe we can exchange experiences in the experiment of creating doomed ones~"
The man didn't expect that these two people would neither stop him nor leave, but instead offered to stay and observe as guardians?
He hesitated for a while but did not refuse, "Okay, as long as you don't cause trouble."
"Don't worry, we are not bad people. No, we are not good people." Xia Feng nodded and vowed to just observe.
The man nodded and ignored the two of them. Instead, he waved his hand in front of the middle-aged woman and the girl in the white dress.
The middle-aged woman suddenly woke up from the illusion, but before she could come to her senses, she saw her daughter's eyes were empty, and black air was floating in the corners of her eyes, slowly walking towards her.
She was stunned for a moment, and recognized that this was a symptom only associated with esophageal disease.
"Xiaoqiu." She looked horrified and stepped back. Before she could realize how her daughter had come back to life, the girl grabbed her by the throat and pressed her to the edge of the rooftop with great force.
"Die. Die. Die," the girl in the white dress muttered strangely, with the corners of her mouth twitching.
The middle-aged woman struggled in fear, but it was in vain. She saw her husband not far away from the corner of her eye. She quickly called for help, "Lao Yu! Come on - come and help, my daughter is suffering from a serious disease!!"
"Ah? How could it be possible?" The stepfather came to the two of them, patted the woman's arm gently, and said in a joking voice, "Come on, Lu Meili, relax, let your daughter vent her nerves to death. Okay. After all, your daughter is so happy that she won’t get the disease.”
!” Lu Meili was confused by her husband’s words. What’s going on? My husband who has been together for many years seems to have changed.
“Yu! Are you crazy!!”
The stepfather ignored her, but came behind the girl and leaned into her ear with a sly smile: "Xiaoqiu, your mother said before that you have no conscience, why not prove it to her?"
As he spoke, a sharp knife was quickly thrust into the girl's hand. He grabbed the girl's hand and plunged it straight down.
Lu Meili's pupils suddenly shrank to resist in fear, but the tip of the knife gradually moved closer to her eyebrows, dilating in her eyes.
"Yes, yes, that's it~~" The bewitching and strange whisper sounded in the girl's ears again, "Do it, prove it to her~"
"How could it be like this" at this moment , Lu Meili suddenly remembered that her daughter had told her that her stepfather wanted to turn her into a doomed one.
At that time, she felt angry. Her daughter would make up any kind of lies in order to drive away her stepfather, and she became increasingly reluctant to learn from her.
How could this happen? The painful feeling of despair filled the air. She was filled with regret at this moment. She should not have remarried in the first place. If she could have managed the bun shop well——
"Da!"
Two lines of blood fell from the eyes of the girl in the white dress. The tip of the knife tilted and fell on the high tiled platform with a crisp sound.
“It’s really useless, so be it.” The stepfather frowned, picked up the knife, and inserted it neatly into Lu Meili’s eyebrows.
The middle-aged woman's happy expression about surviving the disaster was fixed.
This move caught Xia Feng off guard, but it was okay. Anyway, his goal was just to save the poor girl.
It was just that Mu Qingtong still didn't take action at this time made him very confused. He couldn't figure out what Mu Qingtong was thinking.
Before, he was afraid that Mu Qingtong had some back-up plan, so he followed and waited to see what would happen.
But if we don’t take action now, we will run away.
"So, is your experiment a failure?" But just when Xia Feng was about to take action, Mu Qingtong made a sound again and stopped Xia Feng once again, almost choking him. The middle-aged man turned around and said with a smile: "That's right. I didn't expect that my stepdaughter's willpower is unexpectedly strong. She just carried it without doing anything. If it were anyone else, she would have turned into a doomed one."
"That's such a pity." Mu Qingtong nodded slightly expressing regret.
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and nodded: "It's indeed a little bit - uh -"
Before he could finish his words, the bright red tip of the knife stabbed straight out of his throat, 'Uh--' He looked up in fear and raised his neck with fear. He raised his trembling hands to cover his neck, but as the tip of the knife was drawn back, blood flowed to the sky like a fountain.
Snap——
His body went limp and fell to the ground. The last scene he saw before he died was the girl in the white dress holding a knife dripping with blood. The whites of her eyes turned black, and the pupils turned into golden crosses. Staring at him quietly:
"I mean, you can die."
"!" The man tilted his head.
"!" Xia Feng also tilted his head, looking at the girl in the white dress with one eye wide open in disbelief, and then suddenly turned back to look at Mu Qingtong.
"I'm sorry, is this your spiritual weapon ability?" Xia Feng's tone was shocked, there is no S in this thing that can't be justified!
I knew it was impossible for Mu Qingtong, an old man, to be without a spiritual weapon.
“Spirit weapon?” The Heart Man tilted his head and asked, “Why can’t I understand what you are talking about?”
“By the way, do we know each other?”
< br>Xia Feng: "."
Okay, okay, act, if you love acting, keep acting.
Crack——
The symbols in the woman's eyes disappeared, and her body fell limply to the ground.
Xia Feng stepped forward, took a breath, and nodded: "It's okay, I just fainted."
"This person is not dead yet."
"What?" Xia Feng turned around in confusion.
Mu Qingtong stood next to the dead man, holding some instrument as if to extract the soul. After about two seconds, she shook her head and said in a deep tone: "There is no soul. This is a clone with abilities. He has not yet "Dead."
"Not dead?"
Xia Feng nodded. It was not surprising that he was not dead. This man was not a simple person at first glance. It was normal to have some backhandedness.
He was still more concerned about Mu Qingtong's spiritual weapon than whether the man was dead or not.
"So, is your spiritual weapon ability hypnosis? Or is it control? It seems to be a very powerful control skill." Xia Feng rolled the girl's eyelids and fell into deep thought, "Then what are the triggering conditions? Looking directly at you Eyes? No, you're wearing a mask."
"The people around are still in the illusion. It seems that the Phantom is still here and has not left." Mu Qingtong looked up and looked around.
“I understand, the trigger condition is hearing your voice!” Xia Feng clapped his fists and suddenly realized.
Mu Qingtong turned around and said, "Can you find the phantom by sensing it? This phantom should be with a man."
"Or, your spiritual weapon ability In fact, there are no trigger conditions at all?" Xia Feng thought thoughtfully.
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Mu Qingtong: "Did you listen to me?"
Xia Feng: "Eh? That's a good question~ This is what I want to say!"
< br>(End of this chapter)