Wen Ziqing suspected that there was still a part of the soul of the Daoist who hugged Pu Dao who remained outside the void, that is, in his body. Even if the void spirit has refined the soul of the Pu Dao people in the space, and the soul of the Pu Dao people is not extinguished, Wen Ziqing's hidden danger is still there. If this wisp of divine soul can't be eliminated in time, if Wen Ziqing comes out to make trouble when he is promoted, the consequences will be unimaginable.

With the fragments of memory that devoured himself and Zhou Yuanyuan in front, and the hidden danger of eyeing him behind, Wen Ziqing decided to let Kong Ming release the remnant soul of the Pu Daoist from the soul pool little by little, and personally "digest" him.

Wen Ziqing did this, of course, there are also disadvantages. In case the empty soul is broken free by the Baopu Daoist in the process of operation, Wen Ziqing's divine soul will be suppressed by the Baopu Daoren, after all, the divine soul in the later stage of Jindan is still very powerful, and Wen Ziqing may be swallowed by the Baopu Daoist if he is not careful.

Wen Ziqing and Kong Ming worked together for more than ten hours, seeing that victory was in sight, but unfortunately, Wen Ziqing didn't expect that the soul of Hupu Daoren was full of too many negative emotions, which affected Wen Ziqing's state of mind.

Wen Ziqing fell into the demon again. This time, Wen Ziqing saw not Wen Yulong and Wu Xiuli, but Zhou Yuanyuan.

To be exact, it was Zhou Yuanyuan in the previous life.

In Wen Ziqing's perspective, a haggard-looking and skinny woman is lying on a dilapidated wooden bed with her eyes closed.

This family must be very poor!Wen Ziqing judged.

In the eye, there is a yellow clay wall, the wall is not even lime brushed, so the original mud color is exposed, the wall is pitted, and in some places even some mud has fallen down.

The house is not big, about ten square meters. The small room was empty, and there was not even a box in it, except for a plank bed. No, this plank bed is not a bed, but a door panel made of two wooden benches, narrow and short, but fortunately the woman is not tall, otherwise her feet would have reached down to the "bed".

The woman was sleeping, and Wen Ziqing judged from her chest, which moved slightly every few seconds, that the woman was still alive.

It's just that the woman who is still alive doesn't look very good, her face is bruised, there is a trace of blood on the corner of her mouth, and even in her sleep, her brow is tightly wrinkled.

The dilapidated wooden door was kicked and made a muffled "bang", and at the same time, an arrogant broken gong sounded: "Dead mother-in-law, hurry up and come out to cook for Lao Tzu." ”

The woman on the bed was awakened by the knocking and shouting, and when she opened her eyes, her body trembled visibly.

"Dead woman, hurry up and open the door, or Lao Tzu will kick the door." The man's voice began to rise an octave. The woman's eyes were still confused, and she sat up slowly from the bed, without making a sound.

In the next second, the dilapidated wooden door was kicked open by a big foot, and the door panel hit the wall with a loud "bang", shaking a cloud of dust.

"Ahem, ahem······ You dead mother-in-law, you dare to deliberately starve Lao Tzu without cooking, and Lao Tzu will beat you to death. A man in his forties waved the dust in front of him at the door, strode in from outside the door, grabbed the woman on the bed by the hair, and dragged her to the ground.

The man's movements were rude, and he didn't care if the woman on the bed would be bruised. The woman's feet and waist smacked a few times on the edge of the bed, and she let out a muffled cry of pain.

The man is five big and three thick, with a scruffy beard on his face, and he looks fierce when he stares at it.

"Ouch~!Yuan Sixi, let go!" The woman cried out in pain.

"If you don't open the house for three days, Lao Tzu is tired and tired of working outside, and you stinky woman is waiting for Lao Tzu in a cold pot and a cold stove at home. If you don't sleep with Lao Tzu, you will keep your home in order, and since you don't follow the rules, Lao Tzu will simply sleep with you today. Damn, if you don't touch your mother-in-law, I'll die. Yuan Sixi scolded and scolded.

"Let go, you let me go. When the woman saw that the man began to move her hands up and down, she didn't know where the strength came from, so she pushed the man violently, and pushed the man to a stumbling side.

"What? want to do the opposite? It seems that if you don't give a little power, you Zhou Yuanyuan will not be obedient. As soon as the man's voice fell, he slapped the woman's face, and the bruised half of the woman's face quickly swollen.

The woman didn't say anything, she raised her head and glared at the man, and the hatred in her eyes couldn't be hidden.

"What are you staring at, and then glaring at Lao Tzu and gouging out all your eyeballs! Father and mother have taken the things of your mother's family, if it weren't for Lao Tzu's hard life, maybe you would have died a long time ago." The man scolded and scolded, looking like he had suffered a big loss: "Your mother's group of blood-sucking locusts asked Lao Tzu for a dowry of 500 yuan, and they didn't even have the slightest dowry. ”

When the man talked about the dowry, the muscles on his aching face were twitching. According to the rules of Yuyuan County, when marrying a daughter-in-law, the man's dowry will be more, and the woman's dowry will be correspondingly more. The man gritted his teeth and agreed to the bride price of 500 yuan from Zhou Yuanyuan's mother's family, thinking that even if the Zhou family had a little less dowry, the bride was young and beautiful, and he would not lose anything. Unexpectedly, the Zhou family really did it, and the bride didn't have a single dowry, so she changed into a half-new red dress and got married.

As soon as this man reminded him, Wen Ziqing found that this old and haggard woman was as old as thirty-four or five-year-old, and she looked very similar to Zhou Yuanyuan in her previous life. Especially those eyes, when the woman didn't stare at the man named Yuan Sixi, she looked gray, and Wen Ziqing didn't expect Zhou Yuanyuan to go up. After the woman glared at Yuan Sixi, those eyes were full of vitality, overlapping with the pair of watery apricot eyes in Zhou Yuanyuan's impression in Wen Ziqing's impression.

In her previous life, Wen Ziqing met Zhou Yuanyuan in H City, and at that time, it had been three years since Zhou Yuanyuan fled her violent home. After three years of recuperation, Zhou Yuanyuan's face looked much younger than the woman Wen Ziqing saw now.

His little girl, how dare this Yuan Sixi?

Wen Ziqing was furious, and was about to reach out to destroy Yuan Sixi, but found that he couldn't enter that world at all.

"I ······ I had a stomachache and was ······ You kicked it yesterday and got ······ Can't get up to cook. Zhou Yuanyuan sat on the ground, although his voice was weak, his attitude was very resolute.

Yuan Sixi had a suspicious look on his face, could it be that he was really injured last night?

Phew, maybe it is.