snake coffin

Chapter 892
I tried my best to use my spiritual thoughts to explore the deeper parts of Yang Huizhen’s memory, but besides being a child, I was still a child...

Big ones, small ones, men, women, those wearing clothes three or 40 years ago, those wearing current clothes...

And that kind of love seems to be overflowing, surrounding all my divine thoughts.

Even if my ability to empathize decreases after I cut off my love, I will still be completely immersed in the infinite love for my children, which seems to drown me.

I probed to the end, but still nothing came out, so I had to withdraw my divine sense in a despondent manner, and shook my head at Hu Yise and the others who had been staring at me.

At the same time, Ying Long seemed to be a little bit disappointed, and said softly to me: "Then follow the plan and destroy the altar. Find the altars in the back one by one, and destroy them too."

Find the altar and destroy it.

This was the original plan, but my heart sank when I heard it.

Suddenly I thought of the moral issue of the child's railway track that Awen and I had discussed before.

As far as I can remember, Yang Huizhen did nothing wrong, she likes children very much.

How Yang Hui made the sacrifice, she didn't remember it, which proved that it was not important to her at all to sacrifice her body to the innate people.

In her memory, it was all those children.

Children born by oneself, children born by children.

The information given by Ying Long mentioned some contradictions after her disappearance.

When I was watching it just now, I glanced at it a few times.

After Yang Huizhen retreated, she never took a break, took turns helping the children with their children, and lived in two places with her husband all year round.

Because I didn't want to be partial, I agreed to help each of them for two years.

How tiring is it to take care of children?
Because of night feeding and diaper changes at night, I didn’t sleep all night; I had to be waited on for eating and drinking, and I had to keep my spirits up all the time. It was dangerous in a blink of an eye.

She took turns taking care of her children in such a conscientious and conscientious manner, and after a few years like this, it's no wonder that she didn't suffer from dementia.

Whether Yang Hui was wrong or not, I really can't care about it, and I can't pursue it.

But her life is bitter, but it is true.

What I'm sorry for her is that they are her children, but there are her children among the ordinary people we saved.

I can't be sure that everyone is better than Yang Huizhen, but the one I want to kill is Yang Huizhen!
The destruction we are talking about is not killing, but the kind of destruction that destroys the bones and ashes, the soul flies away!
It also has to be said that the innate people are very accurate in finding the altar!
I just don’t know if they expected that I would use my spiritual mind to probe Yang Huizhen’s memory and whether they would be sure that I would empathize with Yang Huizhen.

Perhaps seeing my hesitation, He Gu patted me on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Leave the finishing work to them, let's go."

I glanced at Yang Huizhen, and nodded to Yinglong: "It's troublesome."

I really don't want to stay here anymore.

Although my ability to empathize has weakened after I cut the thread of love, the emotions of this meeting are still immersed in Yang Huizhen's memory.

Her full love for children always makes me hard-hearted.

In fact, if she dies, she will die. How painful it is for her to live, eating snails and bugs at the bottom of the well, and sucking water from the moss...

Her husband and children all thought that no one would be sad if she died.

She's dead, and it's fine...

At least don't live in such pain.

But when I thought about how difficult it was at the bottom of the well, her legs were broken and she was unconscious, but she was still living on snails, moss, and seeping water. We found her and brought her out of the bottom of the well, But he wants to kill her!

"Use euthanasia as much as possible." I suppressed the turmoil in my heart and told Yinglong in a calm tone.

But just when I was about to walk out of the ward, I suddenly felt a vigorous surge of vitality behind me.

The black-haired protector didn't want me to control it at all, he just floated up and pierced towards the vitality.

The black hair is greedy for life, and when they hit each other, there is a strong life rushing towards my body in the entangled thing.

"Go!" He Gu immediately pinched the formula, and a flame surged.

"Take back the black hair! Fasten it!" Hu Yishi also had a tense face, and hurried over, relying on his imperviousness, he pulled my hair towards me.

But it was useless for him to pull, because the black hair and the bright red blood vessels were all entangled together, like paint and glue, inseparable.

These blood vessels are all surging out of Yang Huizhen's body.

She was still sleeping and lying motionless on the bed, but her fontanelle was beating more and more violently, as if there was a beating heart under the fontanelle that was about to burst out.

The blood vessels gushing out were like the stamens of a flower spreading out and rolling, like red threads in the air, slowly rolling towards me.

Even if He Gu rushed over with talisman papers and thunder lights, those bright red blood vessels, big or small, just like Hu Yise, were not affected by these spells at all, and still slowly stretched towards me.

Vigorous vitality suddenly gushed out of these blood vessels, like a magnet, attracting my black hair.

Black hair likes to be alive, even if my divine sense is surging, I can't pull it back for the time being in front of such a majestic vitality.

Hu Yishi's black hair rattled with his hands, but he didn't pull it off. Instead, it caused the black hair to grow a lot of small suckers.

With this delay, more and more blood vessels gushed out of Yang Huizhen's body.

Those runes on her body were also slowly disappearing, and the whole room was covered with such distorted blood vessels, as if they were holding countless twisted red coins.

"Let go!" I saw Hu Yise pulling out the black hair. I turned my hand, took out the stone knife, and pointed it at the black hair to cut it off.

Since no one else can break it, let me do it myself.

But as soon as the stone knife turned, I felt a scorching breath behind me.

It was as if a bright light flashed, followed by a fiery golden whip, and it was drawn towards the blood vessels stuck to my black hair.

With a "sizzling" sound, my black hair was cut off, all the blood vessels were burned and sizzling, and blood gushed out from the broken places.

However, the blood vessels that had been whipped by the candle breath whip did not shrink back to Yang Huizhen's body, but instead floated in the air like red threads.

Mo Xiu brushed my black hair back with one hand, and holding the candle whip, he was about to pull it at Yang Huizhen who was on the bed.

But when the whip moved, Yang Huizhen's beating fontanelle on the bed suddenly heard a "thumping" sound like a beating heart.

Followed by Yang Huizhen who was motionless on the bed, her eyes twitched, and she slowly sat up from the bed.

At this moment, she was like a pom-pom flower, all the blood vessels in her body were surging outward, and her whole body was so green that it was almost blue.

But there was a giggle in his mouth: "He Yue, look, you still want to kill her. You know that she is not wrong, what is wrong with Cangsheng, is she not Cangsheng?"

"She has never failed the world, it is the world who has failed her, but why is she the one who suffers? Aren't you the Bashan witch god? Gods don't save people, let's do it?"

(End of this chapter)