God level hypnotist

The spring breeze in February is like scissors, cutting the willow branches so that they spit out new buds.Having said that, when the spring breeze blows, there is still a chill in the spring. If you don't pay attention, you will be shivering with cold.

This is even more so in the ancestral hall of the Meng Mansion - it is the mansion of Meng Ren, Minister of the Ministry of War, not Meng Heng's mansion in the capital.

I saw that the gate of the ancestral hall was closed tightly, and the windows were tightly fastened. Several layers of plain white curtains were blown down and hung quietly on the ground, which even blocked some of the light outside the house, revealing a gloomy coldness.

The man standing still in the ancestral hall didn't notice it, but looked at the tablet in his hand, and felt chills in his heart.

Looking at the man carefully, it turns out that he is also a handsome and outstanding person.A crow-blue brocade robe was draped over his body, not heavy, but reflected the masculinity of the man, as if he was engulfed in the demeanor of sweeping the wind and clouds on the battlefield. His black hair stood on top of his head, revealing the man's handsome eyebrows and smooth forehead. If it weren't for the few strands of silver on the sideburns, one would guess that the man might be a little older, or one would think he was a handsome young man.

However, although the man has a heroic air all over his body, after looking at it for a long time, he found that there is a bit of refined and bookish taste between his eyebrows and temperament.It looks like a Confucian general.

It's a pity that the man's expression at this time was too entangled and painful, his good-looking brows were tightly furrowed, and complicated and unspeakable emotions were brewing in his star-like eyes.

At this time, it was rare for Hongyu standing in the ancestral hall not to be dressed in crimson. She was dressed in a plain tea-white dress, which added a haggard and mournful look to that gorgeous face, but she was the same as the man. sad face.

"Brother Ren, you must believe me. I have seen this matter with my own eyes and confirmed it repeatedly. In order to find out Heng'er's whereabouts, I even went to the western demon mountain to see it myself day and night. Come on, but Heng'er was bewitched by the monster energy on the monster mountain, and he was determined not to come back with me, and with all those ghosts and snake gods blocking him, I almost died here!"

As Hongyu spoke, she seemed to have thought of something embarrassing, and her words choked up: "I only wanted to bring Heng'er back safe and sound, and I didn't want to scare you in vain before that, so I didn't tell Heng'er whereabouts. It was definitely not intentional concealment."

She stretched out her hand to hold the somewhat cold white palm of the man, and looked at him with tears in her eyes.

Meng Ren raised his eyes and glanced at her, but then looked away, with half-lidded eyes, and said in a low voice: "Why did I ever say that I don't believe you? You don't have to do that."

After finishing the words, he slowly withdrew his palm a little coldly, still stroking the words on the tablet in a daze.

There is only one line of small characters on it, saying: "The position of Yufushang", but it is very strange that there is no birth or status.

After a while, Meng Renfang came back to his senses, put the memorial tablet back in a group of spiritual seats, and sighed weakly: "I just feel sorry for her."

"Obviously that child has been under my nose for more than half a year, and I didn't notice it at all. If His Royal Highness hadn't asked me to talk secretly, I'm afraid I would still be kept in the dark."

Hongyu's face sank, she knew who the other party was referring to by "she", and even more knew what the other party meant by "kept in the dark", she couldn't help feeling a little panicked.

However, after a while, she regained her composure, forced a mournful smile on her face, took a step forward, gently smoothed the man's lapel, thought quickly in her heart, but said hesitantly: "Yes, to be honest Speaking of which, I didn't know from the very beginning that Heng'er was still alive, and that she was still in the capital, but that this news was kept strictly hidden, I'm afraid it was... deliberate."

She half-raised her eyes, glanced at Meng Ren's expression secretly, and continued to speak softly: "I heard that Heng'er had changed his face before, could it be that he deliberately kept it from us and didn't want us to know? Otherwise, it doesn't make sense for half a year. They don't even go home."

"Besides... the concubine also heard people say that Heng'er's temper has turned upside down from before. She is a completely different person. She also has the ability that she learned from somewhere. It is rumored that there is such a wicked way of manipulating people's hearts. , I listen to it, it seems, it seems..." At this point, she seemed to have thought of something terrifying, but she refused to say any more.

"What does it look like?" Meng Ren couldn't help asking, feeling suspicious.

Hongyu hesitated again and again, and finally seemed to have made up her mind, said in a deep voice, "It's like a trick of seductiveness, a trick of evil spirits."

There was horror in Meng Ren's eyes, and he couldn't help but take two steps back. After a while, the horror slowly settled down, and turned into strands of tragic sorrow.

"Heng'er, how could it be..." He murmured involuntarily: "If I had known this, I shouldn't have let him leave the house for half a step..."

Hongyu fixedly looked at the man's pale face, knowing that she had poked the most painful point in his heart, she smiled darkly in her heart, but her face was still full of sadness, and persuaded: "Brother Ren, the past ten years Come on, you have been protecting him so carefully, how did you expect this to happen? You really shouldn't blame yourself. Heng'er, he has fallen to where he is today, maybe it's his destiny, after all, he is sister Yu's flesh and blood ..."

At this point, she seemed to be suddenly aware of the man's unsightly expression, she hurriedly took two steps back in panic, half knelt down and apologized: "My concubine has made a slip of the tongue, please punish me!"

Meng Ren stood there for a long time, watching her silently, with a gloomy and painful look on his brows.

When the old things are uncovered, it is as if the scabbed scars have been torn apart abruptly, with a dull pain that is hard to get rid of.

I don't know how long it took before I heard Meng Ren muttering: "This is what fate should be like..."

"Could it be that God is punishing me? That's why Heng'er is forced to fall into the demon world..." He said to himself while shaking his head, "Or is she still blaming me..."

As he spoke, he slowly turned his head to look at the tablet standing there quietly, and was in a daze for a long time.

Hongyu's eyes narrowed slightly as she chased the man, a trace of resentment flashed across the corner of her eyes.

Her throat moved, she closed her eyes, and after a long while said in a low voice: "Brother Ren, the fault of the past is not your fault at all..."

"You talk about the past?" Meng Ren seemed to be touched, inexplicably savoring this word with no special meaning, and there was a look of nostalgia and sorrow in his eyes glued to the tablet.

It took a long time before he silently looked away, turned his eyes to the beautiful woman in front of him again, frowned and said: "You don't need to apologize, this matter has nothing to do with you."

Nothing to do with her?

Hongyu smiled coldly in her heart, only feeling that her heart was already numb.She straightened up and knelt for a long time, her legs were already a little numb, she walked forward, and said in a flat tone: "This matter has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with Brother Ren, but it has something to do with one person."

"Brother Ren, do you still remember Xuan Yulang?" Hongyu raised her eyebrows and asked, with an imperceptible sneer on her lips.

Seeing that Meng Ren seemed to remember something, she went on to say: "This person intended to obstruct the matter between Brother Ren and Sister Yu, and now he is attacking Heng'er."

"It was him who made Heng'er fall into the demon realm." Hongyu said every word.

Meng Ren's pupils constricted slightly, and then he saw that the pitch-black pupils changed several times.

"If brother Ren doesn't believe me, just leave it to my concubine to do it." Hongyu's eyelids drooped slightly, covering the gloomy look under her slender eyelashes, "I have already thought of a plan. If I act according to this plan, not only can Heng If you find him, you can call Xuan Yulang, who is always cunning, there is no possibility of causing trouble!"

Her tone was still so gentle, but it seemed to envelop a chill that ran straight down the spine, making Meng Ren look sideways at her.

Meng Ren stared at her for a long while, then Fang sighed and nodded, but seemed to be weak.

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Hongyu persuaded Meng Ren not to think wildly, and after serving him to eat and wash, Fang found an excuse to get out of the Meng Mansion, and walked cautiously all the way to the suburban mansion he had arranged privately.

It was noon at this time, and the sun was shining brightly outside, but this claustrophobic house, which lived in a remote corner, actually had a gloomy air rushing towards it.

With a slight movement of her fingertips, Hongyu unlocked the door, stepped in, stood still in the court, but couldn't help but frowned, and covered her nose with a silk handkerchief.

A strong bloody and strange atmosphere lingered in the courtyard.

She stopped and stood still for a while before getting used to it, but she still frowned and walked into a room.

This is a room comparable to the mansion of ghosts.

Although there was a glimmer of light in the room, it showed the terrifying scene in the room even more clearly, it's not as if it was a pitch-black mass, so you can't see it.

Because there are torture instruments everywhere in the house, as well as bloody prisoners who are framed on the torture instruments.

Those prisoners have been tortured, and their faces and figures have long been unrecognizable. They are all blue-faced and white-skeletoned, which makes people unbearable to look at.

A ferocious smile gradually appeared on Hongyu's face.

She walked forward slowly, grabbed one person's hair with her white hands like green onions, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a few days, how are you all doing?"