snake coffin

Chapter 875
"Destroy two families at once?" When I heard this, I suddenly turned my head and glanced at the futon that was no longer there.

The place was already clean, even the smell of blood had been dispersed by the incense.

Thinking of Yuan Lemei saying that the paper figurine was her blood, and the blood of the child in her womb...

Staring at Shu Xinyi, her black hair surged and wrapped around her.

But as soon as the black hair surged, green scales flashed across Shu Xinyi's face, and then disappeared immediately.

My black hair paused in the air, and I could clearly feel that Shu Xinyi was beside me, but I couldn't find her.

"Patriarch He, you have been the mother of the saint for a year, but you still know very little about the innate people. It proves that the saint is not an emotional person. When a mother and daughter are together, she doesn't give pointers or news to Patriarch He. I didn't disclose it." Shu Xinyi's hehe laughter echoed in the hall.

My spiritual thoughts surged and I wanted to find her, but I saw that she had already reached the second floor.

But she was not alone, there were several witch-robed women beside her.

Surprise flashed across their faces, but they immediately guarded Shu Xinyi and said nervously: "Sister Shu, what's wrong?"

I looked at Shu Xinyi and knew that it would be troublesome to kill her in front of so many Nishangmen followers.

The illusion of the innate people is so powerful. Once the magic is performed, even if you die, in the eyes of outsiders, you are also the person they recognize.

Although we know what they are planning, Mo Xiu and I are at a loss as to how to implement it.

Now, not only one or two of the innate people come out, but killing Shu Xinyi alone is of no use at all.

"I'll go back and pack my clothes first, and I'll come back tomorrow. Then please sister Shu, help me find a way." I stared at Shu Xinyi, and turned around slowly.

As soon as he went out, he heard Mo Xiu say quietly: "Let's take a look at Bu Zhijie first."

"I'm afraid that because of him, all his family lost their fertility." Moxiu said in a deep voice with regret, "The power of fertility is originally given to human beings by Nuwa, and it really comes from the birth of the Goddess." force."

"When these women agreed to Nishangmen's method of revenge, they probably agreed to return their reproductive power to the Godmother first." Mo Xiu sighed softly.

He whispered: "If a pregnant woman is sacrificed and returned, I am afraid that even the fertility of the child's paternal line will be returned."

"To return such great fertility, there must be an altar in the middle. This altar must be destroyed first." A slight pain flashed across Mo Xiu's face.

He sighed lightly: "A woman who is lost in love is terrible when she takes revenge. The Nishangmen are all like this, and they are all together. The degree of resentment will only be provoked, and they will be desperate for revenge."

I thought of Yuan Lemei's bleeding profusely in the end, but she still had a hearty smile after revenge.

For a moment, I couldn't tell what it felt like.

As Shu Xinyi said, she is still young, so what will happen when the child is born?
They love and hate very strongly at this age, and they only think about revenge at all costs, but they don't know that it may be a few years, ten years, and this will be the thing she regrets most in her life.

But the matter is a foregone conclusion, we have to find a way to prevent the follow-up.

You still have to follow Bu Zhijie and go to his house to see if what Shu Xinyi said is true.

Bloodline is a wonderful thing, and sometimes it will have influence and involvement in the dark.

Although Bu Zhijie woke up from being lost and ran very fast, it was only at the speed of ordinary people.

I didn't use a streamer, I just used the flying technique that Mo Xiu taught me to follow steadily.

Bu Zhijie didn't run fast, and he was covered in blood, which aroused everyone's attention on the road.

However, he also woke up from the final shock, took a taxi, and said that he was splashed with pig blood.

The driver saw that although he looked flustered, he was still young and childish, so he didn't think much about it.

Mo Xiu just shouted coldly and followed me invisibly.

Bu Zhijie's home is in the city, and it only takes 10 minutes to take a taxi.

In the car, while the driver and Bu Zhijie couldn't see me, I tried to probe his dantian again with my spiritual thoughts.

Indeed, as Mo Xiu said, the inside was as dead as Yuan Lemei's womb.

Perhaps Bu Zhijie was also scared, holding his mobile phone to make a call, his voice was a little choked up.

From the conversation, it can be heard that he called his grandma on the phone. Although he was choked up, his tone was a little irritable, and he asked his grandma to pick him up at the gate of the community with a coat.

His grandma was obviously still asking if he was injured, so Bu Zhijie lost his temper and shouted: "I told you to take down a piece of clothing, and you can take it. Ask so many what to do, and you won't understand!"

Then he hung up the phone and looked out the car window angrily.

The driver probably saw this kind of child a lot, so he took a glance and drove with peace of mind.

Moxiu had little contact with ordinary people, so he whispered in my ear: "You said that something happened to him, why didn't you call his parents?"

"I'm afraid I'll be scolded just like Yuan Lemei." Without me answering, Mo Xiu thought of the answer himself.

I couldn't help but think of Yuan Lemei, and Shu Xinyi, those same childish girls in the witch-robed girl troupe.

They were not old enough to be found by Shu Xinyi. In addition to being emotionally hurt, they were more afraid of telling their families and their families would not approve of them, so they ran away from home quietly.

This kind of group needs a sense of identity, and this is what Shu Xinyi grasped.

Just as I was thinking about it, the car arrived at the downstairs of Bu Zhijie Community.

A gray-haired old woman was waiting at the gate of the community with a windbreaker. When she saw Bu Zhijie getting out of the car, covered in blood, she was so frightened that she shouted from a distance: "Xiaojie, my dear, what's wrong with you?" ?”

There was already a bit of crying in that voice.

But Bu Zhijie impatiently pulled on his windbreaker and put it on, shouting in a low voice: "What's your name? Are you afraid that no one will see it?"

Grandma Bu followed him and pulled him worriedly, wanting to see if he was injured, and asked him in a low voice: "Is that shameless guy looking for you again? Ignore her, she is just a girl who sleeps with others casually. , who knows who made the belly bigger? I just want to blame you, so don’t admit it!"

When he mentioned Yuan Lemei, Bu Zhijie looked irritated, glared at his grandma, and hurriedly ran home.

Her grandma seemed to be in a hurry, she took out her mobile phone and made a call. It sounded like she was calling Bu Zhijie's parents, slandering Yuan Lemei inside and out.

Then when it came to Bu Zhijie's situation, he became anxious again and urged them to come back quickly.

Listening to Grandma Bu's words, I felt a chill in my heart.

So Bu Zhijie doesn't want to take responsibility, and it probably has something to do with his family.

When this kind of thing happened, the family didn't want to take responsibility, instead they blamed the woman Yuan Lemei.

Mo Xiu also let out a cold snort, and secretly pulled me to follow Bu Zhijie.

Now the school had already started, but Bu Zhijie didn't go to class.

With blood all over his body, Bu Zhijie went home to take a shower as soon as he entered the house.

Naturally, I didn't want to go in and have a look, so I took advantage of Mo Xiu's invisibility, and looked at Bu Zhijie's room with him.

I want to see if there are any traces left by the spell, so that I can at least find a way to isolate them.

But just now I heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom outside, followed by Bu Zhijie's scream.

This sound was even more tragic than the screams of those paper figurines when they were set on fire.

(End of this chapter)