With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

Old Fu stared at the date written on the seal paper.

His body was trembling uncontrollably, and the hand holding the crutch had bulging veins on the back of his hand.

Song Yu bit his fingertips.

a drop of blood.

Fall on the talisman paper.

The blood immediately turned into a golden light.

The black air on the talisman paper seemed to sense danger, and began to condense quickly, wanting to escape.

The golden light is even faster, tightly bound them, absorbing and purifying them in a short time.

At this moment, Mr. Fu clearly saw the scene in front of him, and his voice trembled: "Fish."

"Old Fu, this is a curse." Song Yu's face was serious, and seeing that the evil spirit on the sealing talisman had dissipated, he tore off the talisman paper and untied the yellow cloth.

yellow brie.

Wrapped is a human skull, the whole body is pitch black, exuding strong resentment and viciousness.

Fu Lao only felt his eyes darken, and his body swayed again. Uncle Zhou who was next to him helped him stabilize his figure.

Song Yu looked at the pale face beside him, as if the old man had lost all energy in an instant, he hesitated to speak.

Boss Fu took a few breaths, calmed himself down, looked at her and said, "Yu'er, tell me, I can bear it!"

His beloved wife, two sons, a daughter-in-law, and a grandson are all gone.

He also survived and survived.

Is there any blow that he can't bear?

Song Yu looked at the old man with some distress, helped him sit on the bench next to him, and told him everything he saw.

This is an extremely vicious curse technique.

The skull is a very vicious thing refined from the resentment and yin energy transformed by the thousand-year-old resentful spirit, and it can be used for all curses.

The seal above is used to seal the resentment emanating from the skull so that no one will notice it.

The second is that there are two runes written by blood on it.

With these two runes, they can be cursed to kill them, and they can also be cursed to kill all people who are related to them by blood!

Song Yu tore off the two runes individually, and handed them over: "Old Fu, if I'm not wrong, the blood used in these runes should be the blood of you and your wife."

This is a carefully planned conspiracy against the Fu family, or in other words, against Mr. Fu.

Some people want his family to be ruined, and he will die badly!

Fu Lao's eyes were red, his voice was hoarse, and he said to Uncle Zhou: "Take it for someone to test."

Done.

He stood up on crutches, walking slowly as if he had lost his soul, trembling.

Song Yu called the two little guys to say something.

The two little guys nodded, and followed behind Mr. Fu with serious expressions.

Every time I saw his body shaking, I would go over nervously and want to support him.

After Song Yu finished processing the skull and the seal talisman papers, his complexion was a little pale, too much mental energy wasted.

Mr. Fu suddenly turned his head and waved to her: "Yu'er, come here."

Song Yu looked at the old man who seemed to be ten years old suddenly, haggard and pale, smiled at him, and went up to him.

Elder Fu looked at the two little fellows following him again, and smiled at them: "Come, stand beside Grandpa."

Fu Xun and Song Ze obediently stood beside him, one on the left and the other on the right.

Mr. Fu continued to walk forward, and when he reached the rose garden ahead, he pointed to the flowers that were blooming under the summer sun, and said reminiscently: "Yu'er, your aunt, the favorite is roses.

Here is the place where we two got married, right in the middle of the flower garden, we built a wedding hall. "

Now, as long as he came here, he could think of that day when she was wearing a white wedding dress and looked at him with a happy smile.

She is so beautiful, so holy.

In her eyes, it was his appearance.

Later, he planted her favorite rose here.

Song Yu smiled: "It's so beautiful."

Fu Lao went forward again, walked to a fake mountain, and pointed at the cave opposite: "When the boss was eight years old, he broke his mother's fixed belief, and I beat him.

He was hiding in the cave over there. His mother and I searched for a day and a night before we found him. We were scared to death. "

Song Yu listened quietly.

Mr. Fu shook his head and smiled: "It was only later that we found out that he wasn't the one who broke things. He was the one who jacked up the tank for the second son. The second son's bastard thing broke and he ran away. He didn't dare to go home for two days."

Song Yu looked at him distressedly, and followed him to continue walking.

Mr. Fu walked to the stone arch bridge, stopped again, pointed to the sparkling lake full of lotus flowers and said, "Every winter, this lake freezes, and the boss and the second child like to skate here.

The third child can't do it, he doesn't like to play, he thinks he is childish, and he didn't look like a child since he was a child. "

talking.

I just laughed.

Song Yu just followed him, stopping and going, and listening to him tell interesting stories about the past, about him and the old lady, about the boss, and about the second child wherever he went.

When it comes to the third child, anyway, there are not many good things to say, and he is the most scolded, and he is not used to him everywhere, and he can't be disgusted.

till the end.

Pass through pavilions, rockery and flowing water, and pass through several corridors.

At the gate of the shrine.

Song Yu has not spoken yet.

Mr. Fu held onto a tree by the door and burst into tears.

The collapse of adults is often only in an instant.

The old man seemed to have suddenly lost all his strength, as hopeless and helpless as a child.

Song Yu squatted beside him, feeling a lump in his throat for a while, not knowing how to comfort him.

However, Mr. Fu took her hand, self-blame, guilt, pain, regret, all rushed into his heart at this moment, choked up and said: "Yu'er, I hurt them, I hurt them!"

He doesn't believe it!

At the beginning, he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, and he didn't believe in Feng Shui!

"Old Fu, I don't blame you, the person who cast the curse deserves death." Song Yu held his hand instead, comforting him.

"It was me. I didn't believe in fate at that time. If I believed it, if I had found someone to read it, I might have discovered the curse long ago." After Fu Lao finished speaking, he cried and laughed, looking up to the sky and roaring like crazy: "It's all me, it's all my fault! I'm the one who deserves to be damned, why doesn't God take my life away!"

His face was horribly blue.

His voice was hoarse and broken, and his breathing became rapid and short.

Song Yu saw that his condition was not good, so he cut his shoulder with a sharp vertical palm as a knife.

Fu Lao was desperate, blamed himself, and was extremely sad. When he was unconscious, there was still a whining sound in his throat, and his body was shaking violently.

Song Yu laid him flat on the ground, then took out the silver needle and began to give him the needle.

When a person is overly sad, it is easy to cause various symptoms to attack, and severe cases may cause sudden death.

10 minute later.

Seeing that he was breathing normally and his complexion had returned to normal, he was relieved and called Fu Hanyu with his mobile phone.

Fu Hanyu is in a meeting.

Seeing her phone, his eyes froze slightly.

The slender fingers are like jade, hesitating between hanging up and answering.