The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

As the sound of Pang Wenkui chanting a mantra penetrated his ears, his eyes suddenly turned dark as if the lights were turned off.

She opened her eyes wide and turned her eyes to look hard, but she couldn't see anything.

Listen carefully.

Behind him, Xiang Ying was breathing heavily, and Pang Wenkui's voice of chanting a mantra was very close at hand.

From the darkness in front of me, hundreds of ghosts suddenly flew out!

Chen Xiangyin subconsciously wanted to hide. He moved his hands one step ahead, and the telepathic thread was sensed and wrapped around his hands.

After bending and swinging his legs and tripping over Pang Wenkui as expected, Chen Xiang turned his waist and immediately waved his arm to wrap the telepathic thread around Pang Wenkui's neck.

They exchanged hands and pulled hard, and the hair-thin thread quickly tightened around Pang Wenkui.

All she had to do was push it with all her strength and the head would fall to the ground.

The evil ghosts in front of him were as close as his face, and his nose was filled with the stench of Pang Wenkui's burn.

"Wait! Don't you want to know He Chongtian's life experience?" Pang Wenkui said urgently in an unpleasant voice.

The agarwood guide did not loosen its grip, tightening it bit by bit. The consonant thread cut into Pang Wenkui's skin, and the smell of blood gradually became stronger.

"Do you think I will believe you?"

Chenxiang was frightened and tried hard to restrain herself from being disturbed by the emptiness of the evil ghost in front of her.

Pang Wenkui's voice became shriller and weaker, and his hands dug into the flesh of his neck, trying to pull away the line of communication.

"As long as I tell you the truth about this matter, you will naturally be able to tell the truth from the lies."

Chen Xiangyin thought about it for less than half a second, "Then tell me?"

She promised He Chongtian to help him find clues to his life experience.

The strength in her hands was not loose, and she was always ready to kill with one blow.

Pang Wenkui laughed twice and said, "He Chongtian, his father He Minxue and his mother Yu Huilan are both believers of Yongshou Palace."

Agarwood suddenly felt like her heart was beating like a drum, and the pounding sound made her uneasy.

In the Yongshou Palace, Pang Wenkui mentioned before that the person who ordered him to cut out the heart, Li Daoguang, was once the master of the Taoist temple in the Yongshou Palace.

"So, you are confused? Then let me make it clear." Pang Wenkui's tone was malicious.

"When I gouge out your heart, He Chongtian's mother will usually hold your left foot, while his father will help me pass the knife. Like everyone else, they will ask for your flesh and blood every time."

Like lightning, a bone-chilling chill climbed up the spine. The agarwood caused the brain to go blank, and then it shook like the earth was shattering.

There was some tinnitus, and Pang Wenkui's voice sounded like it was covered with damp mist.

"By the way, have you forgotten how you escaped?"

Yeah...that memory was lost...what happened next?

How did you escape?

"You killed all the believers." Pang Wenkui's tone did not conceal the ecstasy of schadenfreude, "Everyone, including He Chongtian's parents."

"Impossible! I won't even make up something similar!" Chen Xiangyin suddenly increased the intensity of his hands.

Pang Wenkui shouted like crazy and broke his throat, "The blood resentment on his body is caused by you! He! I have seen you!!"

Agarwood's body stiffened, and she couldn't feel her numb and cold limbs, as if the blood in her body had solidified in an instant.

The faces of the evil ghosts in front of her were still unfamiliar, but she knew that among these people were Crane's parents.

"what--"

Agarwood let out a feeble whisper, as if she suddenly realized something.

Then, he was hit hard on the head and fell backward.

She remembered.

In 1995, the plaque of Yongshou Palace beneath my feet was shattered.

It snowed heavily during the winter solstice, and blood washed all over the ground. Corpses piled up like mountains, and the maple leaves that were not yet red were dyed red.

When his vision became clear again after being blurred, Pang Wenkui stood at her feet, the corners of his mouth curved up, and he moved his fingers.

Agarwood seemed to hear a clanging sound of metal hitting.

The limbs and wrists were also wrapped in a cold and hard touch and clasped tightly.

It is heavier than the handcuffs and anklets of forty years ago.

The depression of the will was instantaneous, and the will to survive collapsed.

Chen Xiangyin was extremely confused, what on earth was he fighting for? What do you want?

She wanted to live a good life, but some people refused to give in, so she fought for freedom and fought back. What has she gained until now?

To survive, the people around him died one after another, and he owed hundreds of lives to his hands.

She understood that those people were not innocent, but...if it weren't for her, they might not have fallen.

Crane Towering into the Sky is very bitter.

His suffering was caused by his parents, but in the final analysis, it was her fault and her judgment.

Thousands of threads were forming in her head, and Chen Xiangyin tried desperately to grasp even one thought, one that would allow her to persist in her will to survive and make her feel hopeful.

Cranes soaring into the sky... No way.

She already knew the truth, and if she told him or not, there would be no tomorrow for them.

Agarwood completely closed the five senses and fell into concentration in his own heart.

Falling into nothingness, constantly searching and searching.

She couldn't see, hear or feel everything that was happening around her.

Xiang Ying assisted Pang Wenkui in imprisoning her behind the evil statue, and drove the evil coffin nails into the intersection of her tendons.

The sound of dripping blood hit the ground, penetrated into the boulders on the ground, and fainted.

Pang Wenkui patted Chen Xiangyin's face, but there was no response.

"Dead?" Xiang Ying asked timidly.

Pang Wenkui didn't look at her, he pinched Chen Xiangyin's face and saw her closed eyelashes trembling slightly: "You die ten thousand times, but she won't die."

"Really so awesome?" Xiang Ying asked.

Pang Wenkui picked up the thing dropped by the agarwood from the ground, "Xinzhao needle." Then he pulled off the soul thread embedded in his neck, "Ling Xi thread."

Xiang Ying reached out and took it, "I...I've seen that man before, and he's not easy to deal with."

Pang Wenkui said, "We'll talk about it later."

Xiang Ying looked closer at Chen Xiangyin: "Did she really kill that man's parents?"

Pang Wenkui smiled meaningfully: "Ask less and do more."

……

On the fifth day when He Soared into the Sky and entered the Seven Passes and Nine Yao, he had just finished the torture in the hanging chamber.

The whole person was shaking, and he moved towards the water room.

He was covered in blood, and like a originally majestic temple, it turned into unrecognizable ruins.

On the day of separation from Chen Xiangyin, he lost consciousness after being whipped eighty-one times and fell into a coma.

When he woke up from the pain, his back felt like it was being engulfed in a sea of ​​fire, and the pain almost became his entire existence.

You don't need to look to know that there is no good piece of meat on your back.

Jiang Yuexian asked for a favor and allowed him to take care of him for two more days before going to the next level.

He Chongtian learned that he had been in coma for a day, and regardless of it, his two legs supported his broken upper body and led to the next level.

When all the wooden nails penetrated the body, unconscious low roars resounded through the dark space, and He Tingtian fell into a state of semi-shock again.

He lost so much blood that he lay paralyzed on the ground unable to move.

When ordinary people arrive here, their lives are already hanging by a thread, and they are dominated by the will to survive and give up.

Jiang Yuntong's voice sounded cold on the radio with the sound of electricity.

"If you want to come back, just raise a hand."

He Chongtian gritted his teeth and said nothing. He wanted to see Chen Xiangyin, but he was afraid that one day later, she would change her mind.

Thinking of this, he stood up, and every movement caused pain all over his body.

Did anyone complain and say, "Are you really desperate for your life?!"

Jiang Yuexian cried with a heavy nasal voice, "Brother, there is nothing when you die, why are you doing this!"

He Chongtian knew that no one could understand him, and there were some moments when he himself could not understand himself.

Whether he is stubborn or stupid, he has been mercenary and shrewd for half his life, but he wants to be sincere for once.

He will keep his breath and won't die so easily.

Wounds can be nourished, but butterflies that cannot be caught will be lost when they fly away.

He must be free and free.

In this freedom, there is no restriction from the mother or his shackles.