Corpse Retriever

"Oh, you chose it yourself, don't regret it."

"How can I regret it? I won't!"

There was once an opportunity to leave, but I didn't cherish it.

Now, Tan Wenbin really regretted it.

He also realized that if he wanted Zhou Yong to "speak" and communicate, and wanted to find out the truth behind this matter, he couldn't do it without drinking this wine well.

Tan Wenbin looked at Li Zhuiyuan again, and saw that Xiaoyuan was holding chopsticks and tapping the edge of the bowl with his head down, looking like a child.

He looked at Runsheng again, and Runsheng didn't avoid his sight this time, but took the initiative to look at him.

In his heart, a warm current immediately emerged, after all, he was a roommate who made a bed with me at night.

Xiaoyuan, Runsheng, if I have any problems after drinking it, remember to tell my dad, I'm not a coward.

After the psychological preparation, Tan Wenbin grabbed the wine bowl with both hands.

At this moment, Runsheng stood up and took the wine bowl in front of Tan Wenbin.

Then, he waved the wine bowl in front of Zhou Yong, raised his head, and drank it directly.

After finishing, he was not finished yet. The two remaining wine bowls in front of Zhou Yong were picked up and drank one by one.

Tan Wenbin was so moved that tears came out.

Li Zhuiyuan just glanced sideways, and continued to lower his head to play with chopsticks and bowls.

He didn't think Runsheng's behavior was strange.

But it was also hard for Runsheng. He knew that if he could choose, Runsheng would prefer the "marinated" meat.

The dishes on the table and the wine in the bowl were dirty, but not completely dirty. In Runsheng's eyes, the dead meat was like pork, beef and mutton, but liking meat does not mean liking to eat offal.

Runsheng's boldness soon attracted Zhou Yong's joy, and he began to pour wine for Runsheng and invite him to clink glasses.

During this period, he also pointed to the dishes on the table, reminding Runsheng not to forget to use the dishes to press the wine.

Runsheng also completely let go of his scruples, picking up the dishes on the table and putting them into his mouth, chewing them with a "crunching sound".

Then he wiped his mouth again, picked up the bowl and continued to clink glasses with Zhou Yong.

That's how it is at the table, those who drink sit together, and after drinking, they don't care about anyone else.

Li Zhuiyuan and Tan Wenbin were no longer forced, and the two of them could sit there quietly and pretend to be air.

Finally, there were not many dishes left on the table, and the wine was drunk to their heart's content.

Li Zhuiyuan stuck the pair of chopsticks in his hand into the rice bowl.

Runsheng put down the wine bowl and knocked on the table.

Zhou Yong also put down the wine bowl and returned to the original sitting position.

His mouth began to open and close quickly, and the sound he made was similar to the sound of the chanting of the funeral team at the fasting ceremony, with a tune but the words were not clear.

This tune made Li Zhuiyuan a little sleepy.

He couldn't help but yawn, forcibly driving away the sleepiness, and then looked at Zhou Yong with some dissatisfaction. He felt that Zhou Yong was not communicating sincerely.

But when he turned his head, he found that Runsheng and Tan Wenbin on his left and right sides had closed their eyes at this moment, and their bodies began to sway slightly from side to side. This was a dream.

Obviously, Zhou Yong was communicating with them.

And the sleepiness he just felt was actually an "invitation" from Zhou Yong.

This invitation was rejected by his instinct.

Li Zhuiyuan suspected that it was because he had been frequently going to the Yin recently that he had developed drug resistance.

But sometimes, the vicious cycle is unavoidable, just like now.

With his left elbow supporting the table and his left hand supporting his chin, Li Zhuiyuan closed his eyelids slightly, picked up a chopstick with his right hand, and knocked it against the edge of the bowl:

"Ding!"

The Yin was successful.

He came in, but it seemed that he didn't come in.

Because in his sight, there appeared a picture of Runsheng, Tan Wenbin and Zhou Yong talking, but there was a layer of flowing colloid between this picture and himself.

Li Zhuiyuan tried to reach out and touch it, and felt a resistance. When he continued to exert force to push it open and go in, Runsheng and Tan Wenbin both showed painful expressions in the distorted picture.

Seeing this, Li Zhuiyuan could only choose to give up.

Although he had mastered the Yin-walking skill quite well, he did not know how to actively enter the "dream" that others had formed.

Ah Li knew how to do it.

This made Li Zhuiyuan mistakenly believe that he should also know how to do it, or in other words, he did not think that this would become a problem.

It can only be attributed to the disadvantages of self-study.

However, Li Zhuiyuan did not choose to wake up. Since this situation had occurred and he could not attend the meeting, he might as well take the opportunity to observe it carefully.

He stood up and left his seat. The table was now self-contained, and the invisible colloid wrapped the three of them together. Li Zhuiyuan circled around the table.

He felt that there should be a specific way to let himself blend in.

For example, the second step of controlling the dead fall in Wei Zhengdao's black book, you only need to adjust your consciousness fluctuations to the same frequency as the dead fall, and you can enter.

But there is more than one Zhou Yong here, there are also Runsheng and Tan Wenbin, one dead plus two living people, how to adjust the frequency?

Or are they actually mixed into one frequency now?

Li Zhuiyuan raised his hand and gently patted the gelatin in front of him.

In the distorted picture, Runsheng and Tan Wenbin looked uncomfortable again.

Forget it, it is not suitable to do specific experiments at this time.

Suddenly, Li Zhuiyuan felt a hand gently pulling him.

He lowered his head and saw the girl.

The girl squatted on the ground, her shoulders shrugged, she was crying.

When he just entered the house and sat down, he walked through the shadow once, but the girl and her mother were in the kitchen at that time, not in the living room.

In the current perspective, the white rice grains on the girl's body began to wriggle.

No, these are not rice grains, but dense white maggots drilling in and out of her body.

The girl raised her head and looked at Li Zhuiyuan.

She opened her mouth, as if she was screaming silently, and the white maggots covering her eye sockets quickly dispersed, and blood and tears oozed out of her dark eye sockets.

She was telling herself that she was in pain, she was in agony, and she wanted to be free.

Black Cat once told Li Zhuiyuan that as a dead body, the more thinking ability it has, the heavier the torment it endures.

The dead body itself is a collection of resentment, and what supports them to resist torment is deeper resentment.

But what if there is someone who does not have such resentment? At the same time, you have to maintain clear thinking ability.

That is equivalent to directly placing yourself in a sea of ​​fire and simply torturing and burning.

The boy did not feel any resentment in the girl, only extremely strong pain.

Li Zhuiyuan couldn't help but turn his head to look at Zhou Yong in the gelatinous package.

Some things, even if there is no verbal communication, can be known by looking.

The girl was clearly forced to stay, and the one who wanted to keep her, or the one who had great resentment because of her departure... could only be Zhou Yong.

In the kitchen, the fire was still flickering. According to the custom of the table, the last dish should be soup.

Li Zhuiyuan walked into the kitchen and didn't see the woman.

He walked to the pot and saw the black soup boiling inside.

At this time, the bellows sounded again.

Li Zhuiyuan lowered his head and saw a hand stretched out from behind the stove, grabbing the handle of the bellows and pulling it.

Continue to walk back, come to the back of the stove, follow the hand, but don't see the figure of the woman sitting behind the stove.

Because the arm is stretched out from the inside of the stove.

Li Zhuiyuan squatted down, flush with the mouth of the stove.

The woman inside also raised her head and smiled at Li Zhuiyuan.

This stove is not burning firewood, but the woman herself.

She got into the narrow stove, the flames burned on her body, feeding the soup in the pot to boil continuously.

But a comfortable look appeared on her face.

Perhaps, by being burned in this way, she can relieve the terrible pain that already exists in her.

Li Zhuiyuan had committed self-harm not long ago, and he knew this feeling very well.

Zhou Yong wanted to continue to maintain the integrity of this family, so... he dragged his wife and daughter into hell together.

Maybe at the beginning, Zhou Yong didn't know that things would develop like this.

But now, it's a bit outrageous to say that he didn't know.

He knew, but he chose to deceive himself selfishly.

However, one thing is certain, the person who taught Zhou Yong this method must have known the consequences of doing so, so what was his purpose in doing so?

At first, it can be assumed that he is a kind person who feels sorry for Zhou Yong who lost his wife and daughter, and uses this method to "help" him.

At present, this assumption is not true. People who can do such things have nothing to do with "kindness" in nature.

Walking to the kitchen door, seeing that the conversation over there has not ended, Li Zhuiyuan's eyes fell on the girl again and waved to her.

The girl crawled over.

When eating before, she had been forced to play the role of a "daughter", and the woman was also forced to play the role of a "wife".

Strictly speaking, they are actually Zhou Yong's accomplices.

However, Zhou Yong does not have that kind of strength. He is completely incomparable to the Tai Sui Sidao that Li Zhuiyuan met in the cemetery last time.

The copper coin is still buried in the cemetery, and Li Zhuiyuan still dares not to take it.

The girl crawled in front of Li Zhuiyuan. She was trapped here and had been enduring pain and torture, and the boy in front of her was the only outsider who appeared "here" recently.

What supported her to get close to the boy was the instinct of wanting to die.

Li Zhuiyuan put his hand on the girl's head. He could feel the dense wriggling sensation coming from under her hair. He knew what was underneath.

But at this time, he had to ignore it first.

According to the method in the black book, he began to adjust his consciousness fluctuations.

He wanted to borrow the girl's perspective to see what the person who helped Zhou Yong arrange all this looked like.

It was very simple and successful, because the girl not only did not resist, but actively cooperated.

A blue mosquito net appeared in Li Zhuiyuan's field of vision. He lay on the small bed and could only weakly twist his head gently. He (she) didn't even have the strength to sit up now.

Someone was crying. She turned her head and saw that the person crying beside the big bed was Zhou Yong.

There was a woman lying on the big bed. She was dead.

Zhou Yong grabbed his wife's hand and cried very sadly.

After crying for a while, he began to pound the ground and cursed. The general content was why life and fate treated him like this, why they were so cruel to him.

At this moment, a voice came:

"I can reunite your family."

The person who spoke was not inside the house, but outside, and he used the window to transmit the voice.

What surprised Li Zhuiyuan was that the tone of voice seemed familiar, no, it should be very intimate, as if it was someone around him.

But for a moment, even if he counted his network of relationships, he couldn't find someone who matched this voice.

Zhou Yong raised his head blankly, and he rushed towards the window, as if he wanted to ask who was talking.

Next, there should be exchanges and development. For example, how the owner of that voice made Zhou Yong believe, and how Zhou Yong asked Zhou Yong to donate the bridge according to his instructions.

However, Li Zhanyuan failed to see the follow -up, because the girl was too weak, she closed her eyes.

If her father was crying too much before, she would not wake up at all.

Long darkness.

Li Zhanyuan was waiting patiently. He hoped that before the girl died, there would be pictures.

Sure enough, the darkness began to loosen.

Light, began to re -enter.

When the girl opened her eyes again, Zhou Yong was standing beside the bed.

At this time, Zhou Yong had no pain on his face, but revealed a kind of joy from the heart.

"Don't be afraid of Lingling. Dad has found a way to allow our family to continue to live together. Don't be afraid, Dad and Mom will always be with you."

The girl closed her eyes.

Next, there should be gone, she should die.

However, when Li Zhanyuan was preparing to get rid of, he suddenly felt unable to breathe, and then felt a fire in the lungs.

What's going on?

If you are lying on the bed and die, you should not have such a violent situation.

Li Zhanyuan felt terrible suffocation. He experienced this feeling when he encountered a small yellow warbler when he fell into the water for the first time. At this time, he didn't want to experience the second time.

He broke away from contact.

However, the contact is separated, but the girl's pain is still still, and it is getting more and more erupting, as if she has gradually become her, and she is also accepting all emotions from her.

This is a type of literal -feel the same.

Her suffering, her grievances, and her despair, all in her heart, like the kettle lid that was pushed up after boiling water.

Li Zhanyuan thought of the "it" in the fish pond, and it was full of dead faces.

Unexpectedly, the method taught by the Black Paper actually appeared such a strong side effect when he was successful for the first time.

Li Zhanyuan couldn't help wondering: Are you a fool?

Wei Zhengdao taught you this method. This happened when you first used it. Do you actually use this method to control the death?

Is it that you believe in Wei Zhengdao too much, or your own greed and rigidity, think you are a special one, can you find a way to resolve this side effect?

If the hidden dangers appear slowly afterwards, it can be explained and understandable, but the symptoms are so clear and straightforward ...

hehe,

You are really not qualified to hate Wei Zhengdao.

No matter how large the flames, if they do not continue to send fuel, they will quickly extinguish.

The fuel here is your own emotions.

Unfortunately, Li Zhanyuan did not.

The fire extinguished.

Li Zhanyuan felt a little sad and uncomfortable.

Because this is equivalent to being torn in the scar in person, and pointed at your nose again to tell you that you are a monster in human skin.

Yes, his side effects are this.

He will not leave so many faces to himself like the "it" in the fish pond.

However, this also opened a new idea for Li Zhanyuan.

The little girl doesn’t work,

But if you change a stronger death?

If it is controlled and properly controlled, can you leave the real emotion that will not be extinguished?

Unfortunately, it is not time to think about this, but you still have to finish the business.

In the sight, the girl was still on the ground, sobbing very painfully.

Li Zhanyuan retracted his hand, and the girl in front of him seemed not to die, but ... he killed.

Looking at Zhou Yong again, did you kill it?

Zhou Yong did have this motivation. He got the method so that his daughter died early to facilitate him to implement this method.

However, there is no possibility.

Unfortunately, the girl's perspective information is too little, and he needs more perspective now.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

After Li Zhanyuan walked to the stove, he squatted down again, and looked at the woman who was roasted in the flame.

He knew that after the woman died, the talent contacted Zhou Yong for the first time.

In the perspective of a woman, the person must not be seen.

But he just wanted to see if a woman was really sick.

After watching, start frequency adjustment.

Like girls, women did not stop, but they took the initiative to cooperate, which undoubtedly reduced the difficulty.

Li Zhanyuan's sight changed again, similar to the previous, larger bed, larger blue mosquito net.

In the irrelevant perspective, Li Zhanyuan began to pass the initiative, but in the process of passing, Li Zhanyuan had a little doubt.

That is, according to her current sensory experience, women seem to die from death, and there is a long distance.

Is the condition suddenly deteriorated?

Or, whether a woman's death is not normal.

If it appears abnormal here, it will definitely have nothing to do with Zhou Yong. During this period of time, Zhou Yong was desperately trying to try to restore his wife and daughter's life.

At this moment, Li Zhanyuan heard a special footsteps.

He immediately stopped and passed by, and began to be fully devoted to perception.

This footstep was not made by cloth shoes, but more like the friction of some plastic soles. The footsteps were not heavy and the friction was short, which meant that the owner of the footsteps should not have long soles... a child?

The woman opened her eyes and seemed to want to turn her head to look, but she was lying here and her limbs could not obey her at all.

She should have a genetic disease like her daughter.

Just like me and Li Lan.

A hand holding a white towel appeared in sight. This hand was very white and tender, and very small. It was indeed a child's hand.

The towel covered the woman's mouth and nose, and the feeling of suffocation began to become stronger.

Then, a face came into sight.

Li Zhuiyuan was stunned because this face was his own!

"I" was staring at the woman with an indifferent face. Because he was in the perspective of the woman, it was equivalent to looking at "myself" now.

In an instant, Li Zhuiyuan recalled the voice he heard from the window in the girl's perspective before, and why the tone was so familiar.

Because the voice I hear when I speak is different from the voice I hear in the recorder.

I was in the dark, and I matched the voice to everyone, but I didn't think it might be myself.

But it was indeed the tone of my usual speech.

Now,

the "self" in front of me also spoke:

"You die too slowly, slowing down my practice rhythm."

This sentence was like an introduction. As soon as the voice fell, a strong sense of distortion came over me. At this moment, my cognition began to be stripped away, and I fell directly into the vortex of "who am I".

But this scene was very familiar to Li Zhuiyuan, because every time he had an attack, he would have this kind of self-cognition loss, and his heart was filled with coldness.

It's just that before, this feeling came from his heart, but this time, it came from the outside world, and the effect was much weaker.

After a long illness, he didn't even have to repeat the names of many people. He only needed to call A Li over and over again and think about A Li's appearance to deal with it.

Of course, during this period, he also silently chanted "Grandpa" twice.

Then, the feeling slowly dissipated.

It was really a very mild attack, and it was quite uncomfortable that it ended before I even sweated.

The vision was completely dark because the woman was dead.

Li Zhuiyuan broke away from the contact, and he was still squatting in front of the stove, and the woman in the stove was still burning.

The firelight reflected Li Zhuiyuan's face, making his face light and dark.

In fact, Li Zhuiyuan's face was indeed very gloomy now.

Because he felt that he was offended.

It was definitely not the girl and woman he killed, nor was it the method he taught Zhou Yong.

There was no self-doubt, and there was no confusion.

He knew that it was not himself, because this was a trap.

The Feng Shui layout on the stone bridge, the mirror flowers and water moon on the small dam... Although this series of methods were beautifully done, they were a bit low-level in Li Zhuiyuan's eyes.

But in this low-level method, a pit was dug.

This feeling is like walking in a thorn bush. Although it is a bit troublesome, it is not a complicated and difficult thing to push with a pole. But who knows, when you are almost at the end, you will find a landmine.

Putting aside the extremely small probability that the person behind is so evil, it is very likely that after that person helped Zhou Yong arrange all this, another person with sophisticated means took action and set a trap.

A trap prepared for colleagues.

Although the person is not himself, what he said should be true. He mentioned "practice rhythm".

Coincidentally, Li Zhuiyuan himself is now in the trainee stage.

A person who has just entered this field is practicing Feng Shui layout. There is an elder or teacher beside him. He is afraid that the matter will be leaked, so he has done a finishing touch in this practice assignment.

Zhou Yong, who is selfish and ignores the pain of his wife and daughter, may still be grateful to the person who taught him the method, but he doesn't know that his whole family is just a practice material for that person.

Li Zhuiyuan slowly raised his head and murmured:

"Okay, is this how we want to play?"

But the next moment, his expression suddenly changed. It was obvious that the other party could not know the method in Wei Zhengdao's black book, and did not know that he was reading memories. Therefore, the previous distortion of self-awareness... was not deliberately left to target him.

Was it aimed at this woman?

No, not really. She and her daughter were only accomplices. Their existence was all maintained by Zhou Yong.

So, this trap of identity cognition distortion was aimed at Zhou Yong.

Not good, Runsheng and Tan Wenbin are in danger!

Li Zhuiyuan raised his hand and slapped his right face directly.

"Pah!"

He woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Runsheng and Tan Wenbin were still in a dream.

But Zhou Yong had already stood up, put his face in front of Tan Wenbin, and kept breathing.

A wisp of white air overflowed from Tan Wenbin's nostrils and mouth and was inhaled by Zhou Yong.

Tan Wenbin had been sucked so hard that his face turned blue.

Li Zhuiyuan's eye opening startled Zhou Yong. He turned his head very slowly and looked at Li Zhuiyuan.

Originally, his eyes were full of white mucus, but now, the mucus disappeared, replaced by a touch of blood red.

The foreshadowing that person had buried was here!

The previous Zhou Yong was indeed the real Zhou Yong. He was very selfish, but not crazy about outsiders. At least, his selfishness was only directed at his wife, daughter and family, not at killing outsiders.

Otherwise, he would have attacked the villagers who saw him long ago, and would not have accepted the "communication" conditions from Li Zhuiyuan.

He really wanted to bring the guests into his home and entertain them with "good wine and good food".

Because in this way, it can reflect the feeling that his family is still reunited, which is what he longs to show.

And facing such a dead fall, which does not hurt people, is easy to communicate with, and is willing to take you home to explain the situation, basically most people will feel sympathy and understanding, and thus remove their guard.

But at the critical period of his narration, the trap left behind will be triggered, the filth in Zhou Yong's eyes will fade, and his cognition will be distorted, revealing the most primitive and instinctive side of the dead fall.

This trap is very exquisite, not only in terms of technique, but also incorporating the control of people's hearts into it.

If Li Zhuiyuan had been successfully pulled into the dream to have a heart-to-heart chat, now the three of them would be sitting there, waiting to be sucked dry one by one.

Of course, the most important thing is that Zhou Yong is far worse than that Tai Sui. His main strength needs to be put on maintaining that dream so that Runsheng and Tan Wenbin will not wake up. The little bit left can urge him in reality to start killing people.

That's why his movements are so slow, and it is precisely because of this slowness that Li Zhuiyuan has time to react.

Li Zhuiyuan moved. He didn't rush to save Tan Wenbin, who was in a critical moment, but directly picked up the bowl in front of him and smashed it at Runsheng's face!

"Pah!"

The bowl broke, and blood came out of Runsheng's forehead, but Runsheng also opened his eyes because of this.

He immediately saw the situation in front of him clearly, picked up the Yellow River shovel that he deliberately placed at his feet when eating, and hit Zhou Yong's head directly!

"Bang!"

Zhou Yong was beaten to the ground.

The dream he was maintaining collapsed.

Tan Wenbin fell face down on the table with a "thump".

Li Zhuiyuan went forward to check and breathed a sigh of relief. He was not dead and still breathing.

The grandfather agreed to bring Tan Wenbin with him, thinking that there would be more people and more helpers. Fortunately, he brought Tan Wenbin with him this time, because this gave Zhou Yong another target to suck.

Binbin entered the game with his body and delayed time for everyone.

If the first person to be sucked was himself or Runsheng, the situation would be really difficult to deal with.

The fight between Runsheng and Zhou Yong continued.

In theory, the dead are very strong, but Zhou Yong himself relies on going down to the river every day to absorb the evil spirit from the Feng Shui Bureau, and then returns home to create the illusion of a reunion with his own strength. Moreover, he also created a dream to pull the two of them today. Although he absorbed some from Tan Wenbin to replenish it, he is still in a state of loss.

And Runsheng, no matter how the previous meal was, he ate!

At this time, Runsheng pressed Zhou Yong under him, and no matter how Zhou Yong struggled, he could not get up.

However, the Yellow River shovel was grabbed by Zhou Yong with both hands and could not be used to continue attacking. Runsheng had no choice but to hold the shovel with his left hand and fight with him. He pulled out his right hand, clenched his fist, and punched Zhou Yong's chest again and again.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Each punch was hit hard, and every time it hit, a black gas would overflow from Zhou Yong's body.

Li Zhuiyuan walked to the sack, took out the black canvas, reached into his pocket to open the ink box, pressed quickly with five fingers, and then took it out and drew five long red marks on the black canvas.

The last practice proved that the black canvas is the most lethal to death among all the tools at present.

The one in his hand now is newly repaired, and it must be more powerful, because the wooden flower roll inside was carved by A Li using his own tablet.

However, just as Li Zhuiyuan was about to step forward to help Zhou Yong suppress him with the black canvas, Zhou Yong suddenly opened his mouth and let out a sharp whistle.

Two shadows, one large and one small, quickly rushed out, one was a girl and the other was a woman. They all pounced on Runsheng. The woman scratched Runsheng's back with her nails, leaving bloody cuts, and the girl bit Runsheng's neck and hung her whole body on it.

"Hiss!"

Under this attack, Runsheng suddenly lost his strength. Not only did he fall off Zhou Yong, but he was also pressed down by the mother and daughter on the left and right.

After Zhou Yong stood up, he immediately pressed back on Runsheng. The bloody red in his eyes revealed his ferocity at the moment.

Just as Li Zhuiyuan was about to make a move with the black canvas, Zhou Yong and the mother and daughter raised their heads at the same time and stared at him.

This made Li Zhuiyuan unable to take the next step, because the black canvas was powerful, but the conditions for its use were very limited. It was usually used to control the death and then finish the attack.

If I throw it in front of them, they will hide, and even if they are covered, they will throw away or even tear the black canvas in pain.

The three of them seem to be suppressing Runsheng together, but as long as I dare to get close or make other moves, one of them will rush towards me.

"Xiaoyuan, go quickly, don't worry about Binbin!"

No matter how fierce Runsheng is, he can't fight three alone. He has made a decision now, desperately holding back these three and creating a chance for Xiaoyuan to escape.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't leave, but half-closed his eyes, his eyelashes began to tremble rapidly, and his body trembled with it.

"Listen to me, I can help you get rid of the pain."

"Listen to me, I can help you end the torture."

"Listen to me, I can help you get rid of his restraints!"

Li Zhuiyuan opened his eyes suddenly, raised his hand, and pointed at Zhou Yong.

Almost at the same time, the girl and the woman let go of Runsheng, and turned to pounce on Zhou Yong, knocking Zhou Yong to the ground.

And Runsheng, who was just being beaten three to one, suddenly enjoyed the joy of three to one.

He didn't delay, after jumping up, he picked up the Yellow River shovel, stuck Zhou Yong's neck, and completely suppressed him.

While doing this, Runsheng's eyes were full of shock.

No wonder his grandfather kept telling him to listen to Xiaoyuan, and he repeated it to himself during the day. Xiaoyuan is really amazing. Now even death listens to him!

Li Zhuiyuan came over with a black canvas. He was still in control. He was a little unbalanced when he walked, as if he was drunk.

This point is very similar to Zhou Yong before. While maintaining the dream, his movements in reality became very slow.

Finally, Li Zhuiyuan came to Zhou Yong, squatted down, and put the black canvas on Zhou Yong's face.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The screams came, but there was no need to worry about disturbing others. First, Zhou Yong's house was relatively remote in the village, and second, the arrangement of the mirror flower and water moon outside was still there.

This time, the power of the black canvas was indeed several times stronger than last time, and the surging fog was like a breach in the dam.

This forced Li Zhuiyuan to take the black canvas away.

At this moment, Zhou Yong's breath was weak, and his struggle became very weak.

Moreover, the blood color in his eyes faded and was covered with white mucus again, which meant that the effect of the trap was broken and he turned back to his original self.

Runsheng was puzzled by this. Why didn't Xiaoyuan continue to cover him with the black canvas to kill him completely?

Previously, everyone said that as long as they communicated well and revealed the person behind the scenes, then everyone would go their own way and live in peace.

But it was obvious that the one who broke the rules was this guy, so there was no need to worry about anything on his side, just kill him directly.

Soon, Runsheng seemed to understand, and his eyes showed excitement:

"Xiaoyuan, thank you, I will eat him well!"

Just as Runsheng opened his mouth and wanted to bite it, he heard a cold voice:

"Brother Runsheng, don't eat him, since someone has calculated us first..."

Runsheng raised his head and saw Xiaoyuan in front of him smiling, but this smile was not as warm and gentle as before, but reminded him of the boy squatting by the stream after answering the phone that night.

Li Zhuiyuan lowered his head and looked at Zhou Yong below, stretched out his hand, and gently patted Zhou Yong's bumpy and disgusting face:

"Then I will give him a big one."