Chapter 47

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

"How could I regret it? No way!"

Once, there was an opportunity to leave placed before him, but he did not cherish it.

Now, Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin truly regrets it.

He also realized that if he wanted to get Zhou Yong to "open his mouth" and communicate, and if he wanted to get to the bottom of the truth behind this matter, he wouldn't be able to do it without drinking this meal well.

Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin looked at Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan again, seeing Little Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Yuan Ge lowering his head and lightly tapping the edge of his bowl with his chopsticks, looking like a child who hadn't lost his innocence.

He looked at Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng again; this time, Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng actually didn't avoid his gaze but was actively looking at him.

A warm current immediately surged in his heart; after all, they were roommates who slept on the same bunk at night.

"Little Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Yuan Ge, Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng, if something happens to me after I drink this, remember to tell my dad that I didn't act like a coward."

With his mental preparation complete, Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin used both hands to grab the wine bowl.

Just then, Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng stood up and took the wine bowl from in front of Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin.

Then, he swirled the wine bowl in front of Zhou Yong, tilted his head back, and downed it in one go.

It didn't end after finishing that one; Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng picked up the remaining two wine bowls in front of Zhou Yong and drank them one after another.

Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin was so moved that tears streamed down his Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Face.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan only tilted his head to look for a moment, then continued to lower his head and play with his chopsticks and bowl.

He didn't find this action of Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng's strange.

But it was hard on Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng Ge; he knew that if he could choose, Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng would prefer "marinated" fresh meat.

The dishes on the table and the wine in the bowls, although dirty, weren't dirty enough; in Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng Ge's eyes, the dead were like pork, beef, or mutton, but liking meat didn't mean he liked eating offal.

Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng's boldness quickly won Zhou Yong's favor, and he began to pour wine for Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng non-stop, inviting him to clink glasses.

During this time, he also pointed to the dishes on the table, reminding Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng not to forget to use the food to settle the wine.

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

Then, wiping his mouth, he would lift his bowl to clink with Zhou Yong again.

That's how it was at the table; those drinking sat together, and once they started, they were oblivious to everyone else.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan and Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin were therefore no longer pressured, and the two could sit there quietly and act like air.

Finally, there wasn't much food left on the table, and the wine had been enjoyed to the fullest.

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

Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng put down his wine bowl and tapped the tabletop.

Zhou Yong also put down his wine bowl and returned to his original sitting posture.

His mouth began to open and close rapidly, emitting a sound similar to a funeral band chanting scriptures at a memorial service; it had a certain rhythm, but the words were very unclear.

This rhythm made Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan feel a bit drowsy.

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 in good faith.

But when he turned his head, he discovered that Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng and Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin on his left and right had both closed their eyes, their bodies beginning to sway slightly from side to side—they had entered a dream.

Clearly, Zhou Yong was communicating with them.

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

This invitation had been rejected by his own instincts.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan wondered if it was because he had been frequently walking the yin path recently, leading to a resistance.

Yet sometimes, a vicious cycle is unavoidable, just like the current situation.

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

"Ding!"

The yin walk was successful.

He had entered, yet it seemed as if he hadn't.

Because in his field of vision, the scene of Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng, Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin, and Zhou Yong talking appeared, but between this scene and himself, there was a layer of flowing gelatinous substance.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan tried to reach out and touch it, sensing resistance; when he continued to exert force to push it aside and enter, Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng and Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin in the distorted scene both showed expressions of pain.

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

Although he had become quite proficient at walking the yin path, he didn't know how to actively enter a "dream" that someone else had already formed.

A Li knew how.

This led Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan to mistakenly believe that he should also know how, or rather, he hadn't even thought this would become a problem.

It could only be attributed to the drawbacks of self-study.

However, Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan didn't choose to wake up just yet; since this situation had occurred and he couldn't join the meeting, he might as well take the opportunity to observe carefully.

He stood up and left his seat; this table now formed a self-contained unit, with the invisible gelatin wrapping the three of them together, and Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan circled the table.

He felt there must be a specific method to allow himself to merge in.

For example, the second step of controlling the dead in Wei Zhengdao's black book only required him to adjust his consciousness fluctuations to the same frequency as the dead to enter.

But here, there wasn't just one Zhou Yong; there were also Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng and Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin—how was he supposed to adjust to the frequency of one dead person plus two living people?

Or was it that they had actually blended into a single frequency now?

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

In the distorted scene, Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng and Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin again showed signs of discomfort.

Forget it; this wasn't the right time for specific experiments.

Suddenly, Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan felt a hand gently pulling him.

He lowered his head and saw the girl.

The girl was squatting on the ground, her shoulders heaving; she was crying.

He had walked the yin path once when he first entered the room and sat down, but at that time, the girl and her mother were in the kitchen, not the living room.

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

No, these weren't rice grains at all; they were clearly dense white maggots drilling in and out of her body.

The girl raised her head and looked at Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan.

She opened her mouth as if emitting a silent scream, the white maggots covering her eye sockets scattered rapidly, and blood and tears seeped from her pitch-black eye sockets.

She was telling him that she was in great pain, she was suffering, and she wanted to be released.

The black cat had once told Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan that as a dead person, the more thinking ability one possessed, the heavier the suffering one endured.

The dead themselves were a collection of resentment, and what supported them in resisting the suffering was even deeper resentment.

But what if it was someone who didn't have this kind of resentment to begin with? And at the same time, they had to maintain clear thinking ability.

That was equivalent to placing oneself directly in a sea of fire, purely undergoing the torture of scorching.

On the girl's body, he did not perceive resentment, only extremely intense pain.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan couldn't help but turn his head to look at Zhou Yong, who was wrapped in the gelatin.

Some things, even without verbal communication, could be known just by using one's eyes.

The girl had clearly been forcibly kept behind, and the one who possessed the obsession to keep her, or rather, the one who generated immense resentment due to her departure... could only be Zhou Yong.

In the kitchen, the firelight was still flickering; according to dining table customs, the last dish should be soup.

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

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

At this moment, the bellows sounded again.

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

He continued to walk back, arriving behind the stove, but following that hand, he didn't see the woman sitting behind the stove.

Because the arm was reaching out from inside the stove.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan squatted down, level with the stove opening.

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

This stove wasn't burning firewood; it was burning the woman herself.

She had crawled into the narrow stove, the flames burning on her body, fueling the soup in the pot to boil continuously.

Yet, a look of comfort appeared on her Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Face.

Perhaps, through this method of being burned, she could alleviate the terrible pain that already existed within her.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan had engaged in self-harm not long ago, so he understood this feeling very well.

Zhou Yong wanted to continue maintaining the completeness of this family, so... he dragged his wife and daughter into hell with him.

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

But now, to say he was unaware was a bit absurd.

He knew, but he chose to deceive himself very selfishly.

However, one thing was certain: the person who taught Zhou Yong this method definitely knew the consequences of doing so, so what was their purpose?

At first, one could assume they were a kind person who felt pity for Zhou Yong losing his wife and daughter and used this method to "help" him.

Now it seemed this assumption didn't hold; someone capable of doing such a thing had nothing to do with "kindness" in essence.

Walking to the kitchen door, seeing that the conversation and exchange over there hadn't ended, Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan's gaze fell on the girl again, and he beckoned to her.

The girl crawled over.

When they were eating earlier, she had been forced to play the role of a "daughter," and the woman had been forced to play the role of a "wife."

Strictly speaking, they were actually Zhou Yong's vengeful spirits.

It was just that Zhou Yong didn't possess that kind of strength; he was completely incomparable to the Tai Sui dead person Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan had encountered in the graveyard last time.

That copper coin is still buried in the graveyard to this day, and Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan still dares not go to retrieve it.

The girl crawled in front of Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan; she was trapped here, enduring constant torment and agony, and the boy before her was the only outsider to appear "here" recently.

What sustained her in drawing close to the boy was the instinct to seek death.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan placed his hand on the girl's head; he could perceive the dense, squirming sensation coming from beneath her hair, and he knew what kind of thing was underneath.

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

Following the method in the black leather book, he began to adjust his own consciousness fluctuations.

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

It was very simple and succeeded, because the girl not only did not resist but was actively cooperating instead.

In Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan's field of vision, a blue mosquito net appeared; he was lying on a small bed, only able to weakly and gently twitch his head—he (she) didn't even have the strength to sit up now.

Someone was crying; she turned her head to look, and the person slumped by the side of the large bed crying was Zhou Yong.

A woman was lying on the large bed; she was already dead.

Zhou Yong was clutching his wife's hand, crying very sorrowfully.

After crying for a while, he began to pound the floor and curse, the general content being why life and fate had to treat him this way, and why they had to be so cruel to him.

Just then, a voice came:

"I can let your family be reunited."

The person speaking was not inside the room but outside; he was using the window to transmit his voice.

What made Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan feel astonished was that the tone and manner of speaking were familiar—no, they should be very intimate, as if it were someone by his own side.

Yet for a moment, even after counting through his entire network of relationships, he could not find anyone who matched this voice.

Zhou Yong raised his head blankly; he lunged toward the window, seemingly wanting to ask who exactly was speaking.

Next, there should have been further communication and development, such as how the owner of that voice made Zhou Yong believe him, and how he made Zhou Yong follow his instructions to donate the bridge and make the arrangements.

However, Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan could not see the aftermath because the girl was too weak; she closed her eyes.

If it weren't for her father crying so loudly earlier, she wouldn't have woken up at all.

Long, drawn-out darkness.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan waited patiently; he had a premonition that before the girl died, there would be more scenes to come.

Sure enough, the darkness began to loosen.

Light began to filter back in.

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

At this time, there was no longer a look of pain on Zhou Yong's Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Face; instead, it revealed a joy that came from the heart.

"Lingling, don't be afraid. Dad has already found a way to let our family continue living together. Lingling, don't be afraid; Dad and Mom will always be with you."

The girl closed her eyes.

Next, there should be nothing left; she was about to die.

But just as Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan was preparing to detach, he suddenly felt unable to breathe, followed immediately by a burning sensation in his lungs.

What was going on?

If she had died of illness while lying in bed, such a violent situation shouldn't really have occurred.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan perceived a terrifying suffocation; he had experienced this feeling once before when he first fell into the water and met Xiao Huang Ying, and he did not want to experience it a second time.

He broke the contact.

However, although the contact was broken, the girl's sense of pain still remained and was erupting even more intensely, as if he were gradually turning into her and simultaneously accepting everything she felt.

This was, in the literal sense—empathy.

Her torment, her grievances, and her despair were all boiling in the depths of his heart, like the lid of a kettle being pushed up after the water boiled.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan thought of "it" in the fish pond; its body was covered in the faces of the dead.

He hadn't expected that the method taught by the black leather book would actually produce such strong side effects the very first time he used it successfully.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan couldn't help but wonder: Are you an idiot?

Wei Zhengdao taught you this method, and when you used it for the first time, this situation occurred, yet you actually continued to use this trick to control the dead?

Is it that you worship and trust Wei Zhengdao too much, or is it your own greed and stubbornness, thinking you are the special one who can find a way to resolve these side effects?

If the hidden dangers had surfaced slowly after the fact, that could be explained and understood, but the symptoms were so clear and straightforward...

Heh,

You really have no right to hate Wei Zhengdao.

No matter how big a flame is, if you don't keep feeding it fuel, it will soon extinguish.

The fuel here is your own emotions.

Unfortunately, Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan had none.

The fire went out.

Yet Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan felt a slight sense of sorrow and discomfort.

Because this was equivalent to having his scars torn open in front of his Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Face again, with someone pointing at his nose and telling him he was a monster wearing a human skin. Yes, that was his side effect.

He wouldn't be like "it" in the fish pond, leaving so many faces on his own body.

However, this also opened up a new line of thought for Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan.

The little girl wouldn't work,

But what if he switched to a more powerful dead one?

If he controlled and manipulated it properly, could he leave behind true emotions that wouldn't extinguish?

Unfortunately, now was not the time to ponder these things; he still had to finish the task at hand.

In his vision, the girl was still crawling on the ground, sobbing in great pain.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan withdrew his hand; the girl before him didn't seem to have died of illness, but rather... murder.

His gaze fell back toward Zhou Yong: Did you kill her?

Zhou Yong certainly had the motive; he had obtained the method, and having his daughter die sooner would make it easier for him to implement it.

But, there was also another possibility.

Unfortunately, the information from the girl's perspective was too sparse; he needed more perspectives now.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan walked behind the stove and squatted down again, making eye contact with the woman who was being roasted in the flames inside.

He knew that only after the woman died did that person make contact with Zhou Yong for the first time.

From the woman's perspective, she certainly couldn't see that person.

But he just wanted to see if the woman had really died simply of illness.

After making eye contact, he began to adjust the frequency.

Just like the girl, the woman did not block him but instead actively cooperated, which undoubtedly lowered the difficulty significantly.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan's vision changed again, very similar to the previous one: a larger bed, a larger blue mosquito net.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan began to actively skip over the irrelevant visual scenes, but in the process of skipping, he developed some doubts.

That was, according to his current sensory experience, the woman seemed to be quite a long way from death.

Could it be that her condition had suddenly worsened?

Or perhaps, the woman's death was also not normal.

If something abnormal appeared here, it certainly had nothing to do with Zhou Yong; during this period, Zhou Yong was still desperately trying to find ways to save the lives of his wife and daughter.

Just then, Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan heard a peculiar sound of footsteps.

He immediately stopped fast-forwarding and began to devote his whole heart and soul to perceiving.

These footsteps were not made by cloth shoes; they sounded more like the friction of some kind of plastic sole. The footsteps were not very heavy, and the friction sound was very short, which meant the owner of the footsteps shouldn't have long feet... was it a child?

The woman's eyes were open; she seemed to want to turn her head to look, but lying there, her limbs simply wouldn't obey her commands.

She should be like her daughter, suffering from a hereditary disease.

Just like himself and Li Lan.

A hand holding a white towel appeared in his line of sight; this hand was very fair and tender, very small—it was indeed a child's hand.

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

Immediately after, a Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Face leaned into his line of sight.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan was stunned, because this Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Face was his own!

"Himself" was staring at the woman with an indifferent expression; because he was currently in the woman's perspective, it was equivalent to him and "himself" making eye contact.

In an instant, Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan recalled the voice he had heard from outside the window in the girl's perspective earlier, and why the tone had such a strong sense of familiarity.

Because there is a difference between the voice one hears when speaking and the sound of one's own voice played back on a recorder.

He had been blind to the obvious, matching this voice to everyone else, but never once thinking it could be himself.

But, it was indeed the tone and manner of his own daily speech.

Now,

The "himself" before his eyes also opened his mouth to speak:

"You are dying too slowly; it's slowing down my practice rhythm."

This sentence was like a trigger; as soon as the words fell, a strong sense of distortion struck. In this instant, his cognition began to be stripped away, and he fell directly into a whirlpool of losing himself, wondering "who am I."

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

It was just that in the past, this feeling was generated from within his own heart; this time, it entered from the outside, and in terms of potency, it was far weaker.

Having become a physician through long-term illness, he didn't even need to repeatedly call out and recite the names of many people; he only needed to call out "A Li" over and over, thinking of A Li's appearance, to cope with it.

Of course, during this period, he also incidentally recited "Great-Grandfather" twice.

Immediately after, this feeling slowly dissipated.

Truly, it was a very mild episode, with a sense of discomfort akin to finishing before even breaking a sweat.

The field of vision was already completely black, because the woman was already dead.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan broke contact; he remained squatting before the stove, and the woman inside the stove was still being burned.

The firelight reflected on Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan's Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Face, causing his expression to flicker between light and shadow.

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

Because he felt that he had been offended.

It certainly wasn't the girl and woman he had killed, nor was it the method of Zhou Yong that he had taught.

There was not the slightest self-doubt, and even less a shred of confusion or internal friction.

He knew that it wasn't him, because this was a trap.

The Feng Shui layout on the stone bridge, the mirage on the small dam... this series of methods, although executed beautifully, appeared somewhat low-level in Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan's eyes.

Yet, within these low-level methods, a pit had been dug.

This feeling was like walking through a thorn bush; although troublesome, using a stick to clear the way wasn't a very complex or difficult task, but who would have thought that near the end, a landmine had been buried.

Setting aside the extremely small probability that the person behind it just had such a twisted sense of humor, it was highly likely that after that person helped Zhou Yong set all this up, a person with profound skills had also taken action to set a trap.

A trap prepared specifically for peers.

Although the person wasn't him, what he said should be true; he mentioned a "practice rhythm."

Coincidentally, Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan himself was currently in the trainee stage.

A person who had just stepped into this path was working on practicing Feng Shui layouts, and he was accompanied by an elder or teacher who, fearing the matter would leak out, performed a finishing treatment on this practice assignment.

Zhou Yong, who was selfish and ignored the suffering of his wife and daughter, might still be grateful to the person who taught him the method, little knowing that his entire family was merely practice material for that person.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan slowly raised his head and muttered:

"Fine, so you want to play like this?"

But the next moment, his expression changed abruptly; the other party obviously couldn't know the method in Wei Zhengdao's black-skinned book and didn't know he was reading memories, so the previous distortion of self-recognition... was not intentionally left to target him.

Was it targeting this woman?

No, that wasn't it either; she and her daughter only held the status of "chang" (ghost servants), and their state of existence was entirely maintained by Zhou Yong.

Therefore, this trap of distorted identity recognition was aimed at Zhou Yong.

Oh no, Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng and Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin are in danger!

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan raised his hand and slapped his own right cheek directly.

"Smack!"

He woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng and Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin still in the dream.

But Zhou Yong had already stood up, leaned his Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Face toward Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin, and was inhaling continuously.

Wisps of white vapor overflowed from Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin's nostrils and mouth, being inhaled by Zhou Yong.

Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin had already been sucked until his complexion turned blue.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan's act of opening his eyes startled Zhou Yong; he turned his head slowly at an extremely slow speed to look at Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan.

Originally, his eyes were full of white mucus; now, the mucus was gone, replaced by a smear of blood red.

The foreshadowing buried by that person was right here!

The previous Zhou Yong was indeed the real Zhou Yong; he was very selfish, but he wasn't crazy toward outsiders; at least, his selfishness was only an obsession with his wife, daughter, and family, not a slaughter of outsiders.

Otherwise, he would have long since taken action against the villagers who saw him, and he wouldn't have accepted the "communication" conditions from Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan.

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

Because only in this way could he embody the feeling that his family was still reunited; this was what he longed to display.

And when facing such a "si dao" (dead-turned-ghost) who didn't hurt people, was easy to communicate with, and was willing to take you home to explain the situation, basically most people would feel sympathy and understanding, thereby lowering their guard.

But at the critical moment of his narration, the buried trap would be triggered; the filth in Zhou Yong's eyes would fade, his cognition would be distorted, and the most primitive and instinctive side of the "si dao" would be revealed.

This trap was very exquisite, not only in technique but also in the way it manipulated human nature.

If Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan had been successfully pulled into the dream to chat and confide at that time, the three of them would now be sitting there blankly, waiting to be sucked dry one by one.

Of course, the most important thing was that Zhou Yong was far inferior to that Taishui "death path"; his main strength needed to be placed on maintaining that dream so that Lu Runsheng and Tan Wenbin wouldn't wake up, and only the little bit remaining could drive him in reality to start killing.

This was why his movements were so slow, and it was precisely because of this slowness that Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan was given time to react.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan moved; he didn't rush to save Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin, who was in a life-threatening moment, but instead directly grabbed the bowl in front of him and smashed it toward Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng's Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Face!

"Smack!"

The bowl shattered, and Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng's forehead was smashed until it bled, but Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng opened his eyes because of it.

He immediately saw the situation in front of him, grabbed the Yellow River shovel that had been intentionally placed by his feet during the meal, and swung it directly at Zhou Yong's head!

"Bang!"

Zhou Yong was knocked to the ground.

The dream he was maintaining collapsed as a result.

Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin fell Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Face-down onto the table with a "thud."

After Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan stepped forward to check, he breathed a sigh of relief; he wasn't dead and still had breath.

Great-grandfather had agreed to bring Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin along thinking that an extra person meant an extra helper, and fortunately, he had brought Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin out this time, because this gave Zhou Yong an extra target to suck.

Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Binbin had entered the trap with his own body, buying time for everyone.

If the first one sucked had been himself or Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng, the situation would have been truly difficult to handle.

The struggle between Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng and Zhou Yong continued.

Logically speaking, "si dao" were very strong, but Zhou Yong himself relied on going down to the river to the Feng Shui layout every day to absorb evil energy, and then returned home to use his own strength to create the illusion of a family reunion; moreover, he had created a dream to pull the two in today, and although he had sucked some from Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Wenbin to replenish himself, he was still in a state of deficit.

And Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng, regardless of how the food was before, had eaten!

At this moment, Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng pinned Zhou Yong under him, and no matter how Zhou Yong struggled, he couldn't get up.

However, the Yellow River shovel was grabbed by Zhou Yong's hands and couldn't be used for further attacks; Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng had no choice but to use his left hand to hold the shovel and stalemate with him, while his right hand pulled out, made a fist, and punched Zhou Yong's chest repeatedly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Every punch landed solidly, and every time he punched, a wisp of black energy would overflow from Zhou Yong's body.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan walked to the side of the sack, took out the black canvas, reached into his pocket to uncover the inkpad box, pressed his five fingers into it quickly, then took them out and drew five long red marks on the black canvas.

The last practice had proven that the black canvas was currently the most lethal item against "si dao" among all the implements.

The one in his hand now was newly repaired, and its power was certainly greater because the wooden flower scroll inside was carved by A Li using her own family's spirit tablet.

However, just as Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan intended to step forward to use the black canvas to suppress Zhou Yong, Zhou Yong suddenly opened his mouth and let out a sharp whistle.

Two shadows, one large and one small, darted out quickly; they were the girl and the woman, and they both pounced on Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng. The woman used her nails to scratch Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng's back, leaving bloody gashes, while the girl bit Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng's neck, hanging onto him.

"Hiss!"

Under this kind of attack, Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng suddenly lost his strength; not only did he fall off Zhou Yong, but he was also pinned down by the mother and daughter, one on each side.

After Zhou Yong stood up, he immediately pinned Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng down again; the blood-red swirling in his eyes revealed his ferocity at this moment.

Just as Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan was about to take action with the black canvas, Zhou Yong and the mother and daughter all raised their heads simultaneously and stared at him.

This made Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan unable to take the next step, because although the black canvas was powerful, its conditions for use were very limited; it was generally used for a finishing blow after controlling the "si dao."

If he threw it over right in front of them, firstly, they would dodge, and secondly, even if it covered them first, they would throw the black canvas away or even tear it to shreds in their agony.

The three of them seemed to be suppressing Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng together now, but as long as he dared to approach or make other moves, one of them would charge at him swiftly.

"Xiao Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Yuan, run quickly, don't worry about Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Binbin!"

No matter how fierce Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng was, he couldn't fight three; he had already made the decision to drag these three down with his life to create an escape opportunity for Xiao Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Yuan.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan didn't leave; instead, he half-closed his eyes. His eyelashes began to tremble rapidly, and his body trembled along with them.

"Listen to me, I can help you be freed from your suffering."

"Listen to me, I can help you end your torment."

"Listen to me, I can help you leave his shackles!"

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan's eyes snapped open, and he raised his hand, pointing at Zhou Yong.

Almost simultaneously, the girl and the woman let go of Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng together, turned to pounce on Zhou Yong, and knocked Zhou Yong to the ground.

And Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng, who had just been three-on-one, suddenly enjoyed the pleasure of three-on-one.

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

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

No wonder his grandfather always told him to listen to Xiao Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Yuan, and even repeated it to him specifically during the day; Xiao Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Yuan was truly amazing, now even "si dao" listened to him!

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan walked over with the black canvas; he was still in a state of manipulation, and his gait was unbalanced, as if he were drunk.

This point was very similar to the previous Zhou Yong; while maintaining the dream, his movements in reality became very slow.

Finally, Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan reached Zhou Yong's side, squatted down, and covered Zhou Yong's Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Face with the black canvas.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Screams came, but there was no need to worry about disturbing others; firstly, Zhou Yong's house was relatively remote in the village, and secondly, the mirage layout outside was still in effect.

It was just that the force of the black canvas this time was indeed several times stronger than the last; the surging mist was like a breach in a dam.

This forced Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan to take the black canvas away.

At this moment, Zhou Yong's aura was withered, and his struggling strength had become very, very weak.

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

Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng was puzzled by this; why didn't Xiao Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Yuan continue to cover him with the black canvas and kill him completely?

Everyone had said before that as long as they communicated well and revealed the mastermind, then everyone would go their own way in the future and live in peace.

Yet it was very clear that this fellow was the one who broke the rules, so there was naturally no need for his side to have any more reservations; he might as well just suppress and kill him directly.

Very quickly, Xiang Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng seemed to have figured it out, his eyes revealing excitement:

"Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan, thank you, I will eat him up properly!"

Just as Xiang Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng opened his mouth to bite down, he heard a cold voice:

"Brother Xiang Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng, don't eat him. Since someone plotted against us first..."

Xiang Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng raised his head and saw Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan in front of him smiling, but this smile lacked its usual warmth and gentleness, instead reminding him of that youth squatting by the stream after answering the phone that night.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan lowered his head, looked at Zhou Yong below, reached out, and lightly patted Zhou Yong's pockmarked, disgusting, and greasy-looking Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Face:

"Then I will return a big one to him."

(End of chapter)