Yu Qian, who was driving, listened to the words that popped out of the other party's mouth, recalled the books that Ren Yuan let him read, and asked curiously

Is that stigma? The one who suffered the saints? ”

"That's right, so Meng Wei can be sure that Meng Fusheng has not been dropped."

"Uh, why? If Meng Wei can carve a stigma for his daughter, why can't the Advent faction? Yu Qian asked, "Is there any reason why it's not easy?" ”

"You really only know one word." Ren Yuan held his forehead in pain, "It's okay, it's not realistic for you to learn so much in such a short period of time." ”

"Since you know the word stigmata, you should know the most famous stigmata, right?" Ren Yuan asked

"Remember, if you want to talk about the stigma on the left rib, the most famous one should be the scar from YS being stabbed by the spear of Longinus, right?"

"Yes, the stigma under Meng Fusheng's left rib, if nothing else, it is a copy of this stigma." Ren Yuan nodded and said, "Speaking of which, I'm going to ask you, you said that it was because that gun was the spear of Longinus, so it stabbed the saint's body." Or is it because he stabbed the saint's body, so it is the spear of fate? ”

"Because of the latter, right?" Yu Qian replied, "If it weren't for the fact that it pierced the body of the saint, it would have been just an ordinary spear, wouldn't it?" ”

"Hehe, you're only half right." Ren Yuan said with a smile, "Although the spear of fate is famous for stabbing the body of the saint, but it must be this gun that pierces YS." ”

"Why?"

Because according to the S Sutra, God has already arranged everything, and the past, present, and future are also the embodiment of God's will. So which gun will bear this fate is naturally predestined. Longinus will inevitably stab YS with a spear, and he will inevitably be converted by YS, and that spear will certainly be called the spear of fate. ”

"Fatalism?" Yu Qian replied with a lack of interest that he was not very interested in fatalism

"There are some differences, in their view, it's not fate, it's just that whatever happens, it's just a manifestation of God's will." Ren Yuan explained, "Even if you oppose and resist, this is God's arrangement. If you have to say it, it's more like the freedom of someone to do it? ”

"So religious people can rest assured that all their responsibilities are put on the gods, right? This way of throwing the pot is really convenient. Yu Qian complained disdainfully

"That's out of the discussion." Ren Yuan said with a smile, "In short, you understand that the three of the Holy Stigma, the Holy Person, and the Holy Spear correspond to each other. It's not just a spear stabbed on an ordinary person's body to create a stigma. ”

"I understand, that is to say, Meng Wei applied this concept as an extension and carved a forged holy mark on Meng Fusheng's body?" Yu Qian understood what Ren Yuan meant, "The blade that makes the holy stigma here is naturally kept in Meng Wei's hands, if there is no resonance between the person, the scar and the blade, it means that this Meng Fusheng is fake?" ”

"On the contrary, if the bond between the three can be triggered, it means that the person has not been dropped." Ren Yuan affirmed, "Since Meng Wei said no, then naturally there is none." ”

"I see." Yu Qian suddenly realized, and then his face stiffened slightly, and he looked at Ren Yuan in disbelief and said, "I remember, the rituals of forging stigmata seem to be..."

"Yes, that's right, it must be accompanied by great suffering and sacrifice." Ren Yuan sneered, "What a good father who is worried about his daughter getting lost, it is really not easy for Meng Fusheng to survive." ”

"Isn't he afraid that a mistake will lead to Meng Fusheng's death?"

"It's just to distinguish the mark, and it's not so ruthless, but what is certain is that the process of engraving the stigma is definitely not something that ordinary people can easily endure." Ren Yuan said, "That stigma seems to have existed for at least seven or eight years, and something must have happened in the first place to make Meng Wei so ruthless." ”

"Is this Meng Fusheng really his daughter?" Yu Qian smacked his tongue and said, "It can't just be his adopted child, lying to the outside world that it is his daughter, right?" In fact, he is cultivating her as a prototype, right? Now that his wife has disappeared, Meng Fusheng's life history has not been investigated. ”

"That's not it, on the contrary, I think it may be because Meng Fusheng is his biological daughter that he did this, right?" Ren Yuan shook his head and said, "Flesh and blood relatives are the top materials in many ceremonies, if it's not his own daughter, why care so much." ”

"This..."Yu Qian felt that his three views were slammed on his head

"Don't look at the Adventists with your ideas." Sensing Yu Qian's emotional changes, Ren Yuan said indifferently, "For those crazy people, don't say anything about parents, wives and children, even if you bring the entire human race into the abyss, you don't hesitate to do it. In the eyes of the gods, our world is just an insignificant speck of dust. ”

"Do you think there are gods?"

"It doesn't matter what you and I think, what matters is that they think there are, and xenomorphs and aliens really exist, don't they?"

"It's all crazy." Yu Qian said in a cold voice

"It's related to a different source, how can it be normal."

"So what do we do next? Meng Fusheng doesn't remember anything. ”

"I don't remember anything, so let her remember it again." Ren Yuan said nonchalantly, "The Advent Sect can wash away her memory, and I can naturally try to find it back..."

…

With Xiao An's support, Sun Guoer walked out of the car with vain steps.

The week of recuperation at the mountain villa was an unspeakable ordeal for her. In the past few days, my body not only did not improve because of the fresh air and quiet environment, but it turned sharply to the extent of vomiting blood during the day. At one point, she even suspected that she was going to die in this deep mountain.

But fortunately, his health improved day by day, and with good news from home, Fusheng was also found. Under Meng Wei's arrangement, after the private doctor gave Sun Guoer a detailed examination, he was accompanied by Xiao An to return to Meng's house.

It's just a week away from home, but in Sun Guoer's feelings, it feels like a world away. This serious illness also made the young woman grow up a lot, and many things that she refused to give in to before were also seen. In Sun Guoer's opinion, even smiling and giving Meng Fusheng a sincere hug is something that can be easily done.

Regarding the return of his wife, Meng Wei did not say anything special, and the Meng Mansion was still shrouded as always, with layers of gloomy and dull atmosphere. The difference from the past is that this time Meng Fusheng is no longer the crazy girl who opposes him every day, but a patient who is quietly bedridden. Sun Guoer, who had just recovered from a serious illness, looked at the well-behaved Meng Fusheng, and rarely had a bit of mother-daughter affection for her.

After all, Zhang's mother is old, and a lot of work is quite inconvenient. Xiao An, who returned to Meng's house, also took over Zhang's mother's work and began to take care of housework and Meng Fusheng. At this moment, Meng Fusheng was lying in the bathtub, and Xiao An washed her body carefully and quietly as usual. The big hands that were as thick as a man gently stroked the girl's delicate skin.

But today, Meng Fusheng felt that these hands roaming on her body made her feel extremely uncomfortable. I don't know if it's because of delusion, she always feels that Xiao An is no longer the same as before, which makes her feel comfortable and at ease. The disgust for no reason quietly swelled in my heart.

Xiao An, who was in contact with Meng Fusheng's skin, was keenly aware of the girl's changes, and stopped his hands and asked softly

"What's wrong, Miss? Uncomfortable? ”

"No..." Meng Fusheng shook his head, putting this strange emotion behind him, and said with some annoyance, "The police came to the house this afternoon, and there is a strange person surnamed Ren..."

"What's so strange?" Xiao An knew who Meng Fusheng was talking about, and asked quietly

"I can't put it into words, it feels like stepping on a poisonous snake with bare feet." Speaking of this, Meng Fusheng suddenly felt a little relieved, it must have been because she was touched by the guy surnamed Ren that made her so resistant to Xiao An's touch.

"Then I'll talk to the master, and I won't let that policeman come to the door in the future." Xiao An comforted softly

"Not really, even today I don't have much energy, and I feel a little irritable when I see him." Meng Fusheng pouted and said, "Don't wash it, I'm going to sleep." ”

"Yes Miss." Xiao An took Meng Fusheng out of the bathtub, wiped her body clean, changed her pajama clothes and waited for Fusheng to lie down. After taking care of all the chores, he silently retreated.

Since coming back, Meng Fusheng has felt that there is a gap between him and Xiao An. Although she said so, she knew very well in her heart that this estrangement was not because of Ren Yuan. In the past, she often reprimanded Xiao An angrily because of Meng Wei's relationship. But no matter what, she still thinks of the loyal maid first in times of danger.

But now this kind of trust imprinted in the bones has been shaken a little inexplicably. Therefore, tonight she did not beg Xiao An to sleep with her, but remained silent, watching the maid's thick and broad back disappear behind the door.

After a short nap, Fu Sheng was woken up by the faint urge to urinate from his lower body, got up in a daze, and wanted to go out to the bathroom. But as soon as my hand was on the doorknob, a deep chill and fear came over me, as if I had encountered something terrible when I opened the door last night.

"Huh? What's wrong with me. Meng Fusheng looked at his trembling chaff-like hands, and suddenly became overwhelmed. She remembered how she had pinned her hopes on Bai Tianqing and begged him to take her out of the mansion. But when she wanted to go back to the cause, her mind was empty.

This sudden fear at this moment seemed to indicate something important that he had forgotten, but Meng Fusheng at this moment couldn't remember it anyway. After hesitating for a while, she finally didn't muster up the courage to push open the door, and under the increasingly urgent stimulation in her body, she finally chose to release the pressure in her body in the bedroom bathroom.

After pressing the pump button repeatedly, Meng Fusheng confirmed that there was no more smell in the air, and dragged his tired body to the bed. The bare jade feet stepped on the thick carpet, and there was no sound, and the girl who got up at night was like a lazy cat, staggering to her bed.

The bright moonlight seeped in through the cracks in the curtains, and the cold and bright light, as if washed by yesterday's heavy rain, cast a faint silver glow in the room. Even if she didn't turn on the lights, she could still see the route under her feet clearly. The girl who walked to the side of the bed leaned over and lifted the quilt, and a strange thought popped into her mind

"Huh? How could there be such a bright moonlight penetrating in? Didn't Ann close the curtains at night? ”

Before Meng Fusheng could figure out this problem, the silk quilt on the bed suddenly came to life. Like a beast lurking in the shadows, it pounces on its prey that inadvertently steps into a trap. The big iron hand reached out from the quilt and grabbed the girl's wrist, and pulled the latter onto the bed. Before Meng Fusheng could exclaim, a palm the same size as her face covered her mouth and nose tightly.

When he came back to his senses, Meng Fusheng found that he was being held in his arms, and he completely controlled it with his hands and legs...