My master is invincible

Chapter 1493 Hanging Coffin (34)

After discussing all this with Bi Ruotong, I made up my mind at that time that this marriage cannot be booked.

When I got home, I ignored my parents' objections and moved all the things I got engaged to a piece of land in front of our house.

During the moving period, my mother kept standing beside me, neither speaking nor stopping me, so I really couldn't figure out what she was thinking, while my father kept staring at me, making the same choice as my mother. There was silence.

As for Li Huamei, she was called out by Bi Ruotong to play.

When everything was moved to Pingdi, I lit a torch and looked at my mother, "Mom, if all this is just to save me, I don't think it's necessary. I live forever, and I don't want to owe anyone anything." Life, the debt of favor is hard to repay, and the debt of human life is even more difficult to repay."

"Jiuyazi, are you sure you want to burn your engagement?" Mother looked at me with a very flat tone, making it hard to hear any emotion.

I hummed and said, "Mom, I already know that this so-called engagement is just to save me. I'm in good health, so there's really no need to do this. What's more, once engaged, Lihuamei is likely to die. Death, do you want to see your son live in pain and self-blame in the next life? Do you want your son to live while stepping on other people's lives?"

At the end, I knelt down towards my mother and continued: "Mom, please forgive my son for not being able to listen to you this time."

After saying this, I suddenly threw the torch in my hand towards the pile of things.

In an instant, a raging fire broke out.

At the same time, bean-like tears overflowed from the corners of my mother's eyes. She stared straight at me without speaking, and let the tears slide down the dull cheeks that had been pattered by the years.

For a long time, the fire became bigger and bigger, and the tears in the corners of my mother's eyes also increased.

When the fire was about to be extinguished, my mother's body went limp and she passed out directly. I was so scared that I ran over quickly, and among the people who strangled my mother tightly, my mother woke up leisurely.

She raised her callused right hand and touched my face, weakly said: "You are my son, you are my son."

I nodded quickly, "Yes, I am your son."

"Promise me, you must live, you must..." My mother's rough hands rubbed my face a few times, and tears trickled down from the corners of her eyes.

"Okay, since Jiu Yazi doesn't want to use this method, it's not hopeless." At this moment, the father walked over, picked up the mother and walked into the room.

I quickly followed up.

After entering the house, my father put my mother on the bed, covered my mother with a quilt, and said, "Have a good rest, don't worry too much about Jiu Yazi, don't forget what I used to do."

"Well, we must let our son live." The mother firmly grabbed the father's hand.

My father cast a reassuring look at my mother, then turned to look at me, and said softly, "Come with me."

I looked at my mother, then at my father's back, and asked my mother, "Mom, what is my father doing?"

My mother looked at me dotingly, and said, "Jiuyazi, you have to be obedient, you have to be good, no matter what your father asks you to do, you have to agree unconditionally."

I hummed and asked, "Then your body?"

She gave up and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine, it's just that I don't have enough energy and blood."

While speaking, she stopped at me and motioned me to catch up with my father.

I hesitated for a while, but didn't stay long, and walked in the direction my father left.

When I caught up with my father, he was at the back door. Seeing me coming, he said softly, "Follow me to the back mountain."

I hummed.

Soon, our father and son climbed to the top of the back mountain, motionless, letting the breeze rustle our clothes, and neither of us spoke.

After a while, the father said slowly, "Jiu Yazi, what do you think of the scenery behind the mountain?"

I nodded and said, "Not bad!"

He sighed, looked at me again, and said: "One side of water and soil nourishes another side of water. I grew up watching this scenery. I still remember when I was learning art, your grandfather was very harsh on me. Where things go wrong, your grandfather would take the Luban ruler and slap my palm hard, and to this day, those things are still vivid in my memory as if they happened yesterday."

I listened quietly without speaking, but my heart was very strange, why my father told me these things inexplicably.

With that said, my father took the opportunity to sit down, took out a cigarette, lit it, motioned for me to sit down, and handed me a cigarette.

I sat down next to my father, took the cigarette he handed over, lit it, and took a deep breath.

During the smoking period, neither of us spoke, just sat on the top of the mountain, smoking a stuffy cigarette.

After one cigarette passed, the father threw away the cigarette butt, stomped on it with his hand, and said softly: "Jiu Yazi, take a deep breath, hold it in your mouth, and don't breathe it out."

According to my father, I immediately took a deep breath and stopped holding my mouth.

After touching for about three or four seconds, my father said in a low voice, "Do you feel that Tiangu, Zhongwan, Qihai, Hegu, and Yintang are a little bit hot?"

I didn't understand what he meant, so I let out the breath and said, "Which places are you talking about?"

He glanced at me, raised his hand abruptly, tapped me five times suddenly, and said, "Only these five positions are different."

I was taken aback, and quickly said, "It seemed a little hot just now."

He nodded, "That's right, if you guessed right, you have been tampered with before!"

I thought about it carefully, and it seems that no one has tampered with me. Wait, if I guessed correctly, when Daoxu committed suicide, it seemed that I heard the elders of the Metaphysics Association say that Daoxu was a demon. Father is referring to this?

At the moment, I quickly looked towards my arm.

His face sank, Ma De, hell, since Dao Xu died, the imprint on my arm has been with me all the time, why is it missing now for no reason.

Did Bi Ruotong mean this when he said I was dying?

I was a little anxious, so I told Daoxu about my kindness and resentment.

After he heard this, he let it go, and said in a low voice: "You can make a person commit suicide in front of you, Jiu Yazi, you haven't been doing well all these years!"

As he said that, his father slowly stood up and patted the dirt on his body, "Now that imprint has disappeared, it means that there is something wrong with your body. If you guessed right, it should be related to the four-stage pose you learned. I want to solve it." There are only two ways to save you from this problem."

As he said that, he took a deep look at me, "First, find someone to marry you, and use a special method to transfer the evil spirit on your body to that woman, and second..."

Having said that, he paused and stopped talking. I quickly asked, "What's the second way?"

My father didn't speak, but raised his head and looked into the distance. I couldn't see any emotion in his eyes, as if at this moment, my father's eyes became extremely deep, so deep that no one could guess his thoughts.

(End of this chapter)