After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

Song Zhao struggled violently but his mind suddenly went blank. He stared in a daze as she approached step by step, untied the ropes, pulled out a whip, and waved it in the air as if trying her hand.

The "whoosh" sound of the whip is a proof of the terrifying power of splitting the airflow.

Pu Ran frowned and muttered, "Not with this strength."

She held the whip with her five slender white fingers and whipped the air a few more times until she found the right strength. Then she relaxed her frown and smiled with satisfaction: "This strength is just right."

Song Zhao used his arms to support himself on the bed and backed away repeatedly, his back against the wall with no way to retreat. Facing his horrified eyes, he said calmly, "I will hit you back with the same force as you hit me with."

He dodged, but she was faster.

"Snapped--"

A whip hit Song Zhao's arm, causing him to feel so much pain that saline solution uncontrollably welled up in his eyes.

The burning pain made him shed tears of humiliation.

"Woo——"

The handkerchief covering his mouth had been untied by his free hands when Puran was untied. At this moment, the boy's throat let out a broken moan of pain, and the fair skin at the corners of his eyes was stained lightly red.

Kill her!

Kill her! ! !

The murderous intent in his heart almost made him possessed, and he whipped him down again, harder and more painful than before, tearing his skin and flesh apart, leaving bright red blood seeping out of his clothes.

"Uh-"

The sudden and severe pain made him sober for a moment. Song Zhao gasped heavily, staring at Pu Ran with murderous eyes.

"Someone come! Someone come! Kill her for me! Kill her..."

The pain caused his voice to double in volume, and his hysteria forced Puran to cover his mouth.

"Shh - don't shout too loudly, it would be bad if someone came to your rescue."

She jumped onto the bed without even taking off her shoes and socks, and covered Song Zhao's mouth with one hand.

The young man didn't know where he got the strength from, but he waved his hand and tried to crawl out with his disabled legs.

Pu Ran pinched his waist and dragged him back.

Song Zhao felt cold all over. Rather than feeling physical pain, he felt more psychologically humiliated.

There is also an unspeakable despair.

The female ghost was still speaking eerie and evil words.

"You were the one who hit me with the first whip, and I'm going to give it back to you."

"I have warned you that if you fight, you must be prepared to bear all the consequences."

"The second whip was the one you hit on the other girl, and I will hit you back with the same force."

Tears streamed down his cheeks, and Song Zhao said in a hoarse voice, hoping: "Now that you're done, leave quickly..."

He lay prone, and Pu Ran sat astride his waist, pressing his neck with five fingers, and asked in confusion: "How did you finish the beating? You whipped the other four girls three, four, three, and two whips respectively, and you still have eleven whips left to take."

Pu Ran raised his whip: "How can the beating be finished?"

Song Zhao was like a young animal with nowhere to go, about to be swallowed by a monster's bloody mouth. He was terrified and helpless, and at the same time he hated that he could not use his legs, otherwise he would not be so passive.

Crippled.

Useless cripple.

Now he is being bullied by a woman.

His tears fell harder and harder, soaking the bed sheet.

Pu Ran was startled, and her tone softened: "Does it hurt?"

He nodded vigorously.

"Don't you know that others love you too?"

This one sentence made him feel disappointed.

It seems that this evil ghost is still going to beat him.

"You are so delicate. If the pain is unbearable, I will recite a Buddhist scripture to distract you."

"If that doesn't work, I'll seal your acupuncture points so you can't make any sound, otherwise I'm afraid you'll get annoyed by your screams."

Song Zhao: “…”

Damn, I can't stand it anymore! Even if he gets beaten, he will punch her hard.

As soon as the fist was raised, Pu Ran quickly touched acupoint.

Well, not only was the mute point pressed, but now even the person can’t move.

She was a little proud: "Don't take my words lightly."

I know a lot!

Acupoint pressing is no problem.

Puran's skills include:

1. He can recite all Buddhist scriptures by heart.

2. His chess skills are so advanced that they reach a terrifying level.

Monks in temples often play chess to cultivate their moral character. She has watched this game for at least thousands of times, and Pu Ran has mastered the art of Go.

3. Excellent martial arts skills.

There were martial monks in the temple, some practicing boxing and swinging sticks. Little Stone learned everything she saw. In addition, she had spiritual power that was even more terrifying than her internal strength...

4. It’s extremely trendy.

Modern monks also surf the Internet on their phones. The abbot also has a Tik Tok account, where he often shoots videos in the temple and adds a Zen-themed caption, which has gained him a lot of fans.

So Pu Ran really knows a lot of popular words and internet memes.

Well, being particularly trendy doesn’t seem to be a skill.

But no matter what, Pu Ran jumped out of the stone with great ability and courage.

She is neither a purely good person nor a truly bad person.

All beings are me, and I am all beings.

She is like all other beings.

If you are evil, you will see evil in her.

If you are kind, she will also be clear and bright.

Whatever causes you sow, she will reflect the results.

She asked, "Song Zhao, do you regret ever lifting the whip?"

After waiting for a long time, there was no answer.

She was a little angry.

"Why don't you answer?"

Song Zhao: “…”

You have pressed my mute point, how can I answer?

But he has no regrets.

He never regretted anything he had done, but he just hated why he couldn't be more ruthless and eradicate the problem completely.

……

ps: I changed the style of writing this book, and Pu Ran is really vindictive, otherwise guess why Du Jie was smashed to pieces and the Buddha did not accept her ()