Become a god in the horror world

Chapter 93

It was late at night, and the sound of creaking the door woke up the people in the house.

Song Xuyang was trapped by two iron chains, and his white inner robe was already stained red with blood.

"Yang'er, don't blame daddy for being cruel, I have calculated everything, even including your birth and personality, why didn't it end up with you in the end."

Song Xuyang coughed a few times and spat out a big mouthful of blood. Through the moonlight, he could see that the house was covered with spells, and the bright red spells were extremely strange in the dark night.

"Father..." Song Xuyang just uttered a single word, and he had to use a lot of strength.

Song Wanzong looked at his son in front of him, thinking that he could be used as a springboard to obtain Jian Jia's lineage, but he never thought...

Snapped……

The leather whip hit Song Xuyang's body, and blood dripped into the groove under his feet. This talisman needs blood supply every day.

"Han Xubai deserves to be your good brother. It's not in vain that I have to name him so that you are indistinguishable from him."

"Father, this thing is harmful to Yin and virtue, so stop playing obsessively."

Song Xuyang only found out later that his father had calculated his birth from the very beginning. He thought that the Han family lived so long because they had Jian Jia's lineage. He thought that as long as he changed his fate, he could get Jian Jia's people.

But how do people think, when he finds out his father's plan, it's too late, the spell formation is almost completed, that father, who wants to use the forbidden technique in exchange for longevity, doesn't care what the price is, even if it is his own. My dear son, I will not hesitate.

"Since he, Han Xubai, can marry Jian Jiaruo, I'll see if he can afford it. Changsheng has already sacrificed a lot. Yang Er, it's your life to make a small sacrifice for your father."

After Song Wanzong finished speaking, he closed the door and left.

Beishan has been anomaly in recent days, and that is where the grave of the ancestors of the Han family is located.

"Father, do you have a clue about this?"

Father Han's eyebrows were frowned into a straight line, and he naturally had a clue, but he didn't dare to say it, and he didn't dare to draw conclusions. The ancestors entrusted them with dreams a few times, and they were probably doomed.

Onmyojis tell fortunes and divinations for others, but they cannot know their own future. As the saying goes, secrets cannot be revealed, and they are not omnipotent.

"Today, is there any contact with Xu Yang?" Father Song asked casually, and Han Xubai didn't think much about it, shaking his head, "No, I can't get in touch."

Father Han sighed, and his son's answer seemed to confirm what he thought in his heart. When Song Xuyang and Han Xubai were born one after another, he should have paid more attention.

The ancestral hall was stolen, and the forbidden technique that was originally sealed was also stolen by the villains. The prophecy left by the ancestors a hundred years ago may come true today.

"Ruoer her."

What was he reluctant to part with? Han Xubai had a very serious expression on his face, "I have arranged everything, she doesn't know anything."

This is a matter between the Han family and the Song family, and Jian Jia's lineage is only involved because of its special fate.

Father Han didn't say anything, and everyone didn't say anything. In fact, everyone knew that Jian Jia's family was the last straw between them.

"It might really be impossible to come back after this trip."

Han Xubai is still young, so there is no father who doesn't feel sorry for his son, but he chose the path himself, and he is willing to ward off disaster for Jian Jiaruo, so naturally he has to bear the consequences.

"Father doesn't blame Yunjin."

There are many infatuated people in the Han family. Father Han understood that if he had had a choice back then, his beloved wife would not have set foot on the road to Huangquan alone. Therefore, when he realized the seriousness of the matter, his son did not hesitate, so he did not go all out. Prevent.

"I can't blame you, I chose the path myself." Father Han sighed softly.

Beside the ancestral grave in Beishan, there were faint traces of someone's movement. Father Han lowered his body and picked up the soil, which was wet and smelled of blood. "He has made a move, and now I should be able to see Xu Yang for the last time."

As the eye of the formation, Song Xuyang's fate was already doomed from the moment he was plotted against by his father, if it wasn't for him, it would be Han Xubai.

Han's father stayed in the ancestral grave and formed a formation, and Han Xubai embarked on his own "homeward journey" alone.

It was a house in a remote mountain, surrounded by layers of mountains, unable to see a ray of sunlight, absorbing the cold air from the ground all day long.

When Han Xubai came looking for it in the evening sunset, he could already smell the sweet smell of blood from a long distance away.

The pace under his feet quickened a little, and when the door was pushed open, the moonlight had already risen, and Sisi came in little by little, making it hard for Han Xubai to see clearly.

"Fenghe." Han Xubai couldn't adapt to the darkness in the room for a while, but he could feel that there were people in the room, and his breath was very weak.

"Ahem..." Bloodshots would emerge from the corners of his mouth when he coughed, and Song Xuyang was already exhausted. "Yunjin, you shouldn't come, you are here, what should I do, Ah Ruo?"

Searching for the sound, Song Xuyang no longer has any restraints around his body, but he also has no strength.

After a long time, Han Xubai was finally able to see clearly, "Why don't you run away?"

Song Xuyang spat out another mouthful of blood, "I'm sorry."

They all know that no one may be able to leave today, but they are all willing. Life may be short, but for those who are worth it, whatever is good.

"A Ruo..."

Song Xuyang is the same as Han Xubai, he likes Jianjiaruo, but he also knows that his sweetheart likes others, so he can silently watch her grow up like a big brother, and silently watch her get married.

When he knew that what his father did might endanger her life, he would rather hurt himself than destroy her happiness. He thought it would be all right to sacrifice himself, but that father wanted much more than that.

"Feng He, you are tired, go to sleep, and leave the rest to me."

Song Xuyang was tired. When he slowly closed his eyes, he seemed to have seen the scene when the three of them went outing together in the early spring of that year. Two or three of them, confidants or friends, were enough.

Han Xubai's horoscope is similar to Song Xuyang's, but they are also very different. Song Wanzong wanted to use Jian Jiaruo's fate and use his son's life as a bridge to achieve his own immortality.

He has been planning this matter step by step for 20 years, how can he let himself lose, Song Xuyang and Han Xubai have bet their lives, just to keep a sweetheart safe.

The moment the dagger cut through his wrist, there was no turning back. When the blood of the two merged and the formation was destroyed, Han Xubai saw the past.

"Fenghe said, you've come to the teahouse to cause trouble again, when will you be able to do the homework left by the master?"

"You always let Feng He look at me, you will die if you take me with you..."

"Yunjin, my master will check my homework tomorrow, I have a fever and I can't get up, what should I do..."

Yunjin was beaten by his master because he didn't finish his homework, but only he knew that he changed the homework he had finished to Jian Jiaruo's name, and he even lied to Jian Jiaruo that she got up to write it in a daze .

Jian Jiaruo dripped tears and looked at Han Xubai's flushed palm, "Are you an idiot? You won't hide when my master hits you."

Han Xubai smiled like an idiot, for the sake of Jian Jiaruo, so what if he got hit by the palm of his hand.

Before the wedding, Song Xuyang's words were vivid in his memory.

"Yunjin, take good care of Ah Ruo, and I will have nothing to ask for."

The two brothers need a look, and they both understand.

(End of this chapter)