Lu Changku's face was completely brought into the memories of that incident by him, and his face was pale and distorted.

Every word he said was a knife that cut through its heart, piercing it mercilessly.

It never thought that it was the real thing about it.

It turned out that it was really because of myself.

Because of myself......

Jiang Futing listened to his words, secretly dispersed the turbid gas, hibernated in every corner of the room, and carefully explored the past.

No matter how special Lu Changrong was, he was just an ordinary person who borrowed a magic weapon, and he didn't notice his movements.

He was still moving with emotion, and he pulled Lu Changku to his line with reason: "You asked me before, did he want to kill me?" ”

Lu Changku's figure trembled slightly.

"Yes at first." Lu Changrong asked and answered himself, and his light voice was suffocating:

"He wrapped the hemp rope around my neck, and I thought I would be scared, but when the rope really covered my skin, I didn't feel it at all."

"I could feel him pulling tighter and tighter, my skin seemed to be cut, I couldn't breathe, and then my throat, spine, and nerves seemed to be torn apart, and I was in pain at that time, but when I really wanted to scream, I couldn't."

"After a while, I started to feel dizzy, I couldn't hear the sound on the side, it was humming, like a running air conditioner, like a lullaby, and I wanted to sleep after listening to it for a while."

"I was sleepy, breathless, cold, and a strange cold wind, cool and swishing, wafting around me. I didn't even think about anything at that time, and there was only one thought left, the doors and windows of this house were closed, where did the cold wind come from? ”

Jiang Futing looked at his pupils and subconsciously shrank, vaguely guessing something.

Lu Changrong's voice seemed to be cooled by the wind in his words, revealing an indescribable coldness: "Just when I was about to fall asleep, I saw a pair of hands as white as a dead man, slowly, leaning out from behind and stretching out to both sides of my body. ”

"I felt the force on my neck, and suddenly stopped, and at that time I guessed that Li Shang must be able to see that thing, he should have been frightened, and suddenly let go, and I took the opportunity to come back to life."

As he spoke, he turned around suddenly, faced the landing Changku, and said heavily: "But this is not luck, but the beginning of a nightmare." ”

Lu Changku, however, took two steps back, a little afraid to continue listening to what he was talking about.

"Because I'm scared too." Lu Changrong did not stop his story, he was already determined to pour out everything and use these things in exchange for his brother's heart-to-heart trust:

"I had already stepped into the ghost gate at that time, and under this fright, I was scared away. After that, I had a fever. ”

Lu Chang's dark eyes slowly widened, and with this dead face, it was really a little terrifying.

The content of the latter Jiang Futing can basically guess eight or nine.

The head of the Immortal Sect happened to pass by and gave him life and imprisoned the ghosts in the orphanage

method.

He cured Lu Changrong's fever again, and as for the method of repairing the broken soul, people have three souls and seven spirits, which is estimated to be a temporary maintenance of the missing piece of the living soul.

But after all, it's someone else's soul, and it can't last long, so it can only be renewed every once in a while.

After the soul takes the rest of the part, it is likely that the Immortal Sect itself will make the nutrients for the artifact.

As for the corpses left behind, it just so happened that the Immortal Sect used the destruction of corpses to help him in the name of helping him to do the experiment of puppet corpses.

Think about it this way, the plan is really perfect and it doesn't waste resources.

Lu Changku, who followed his brother's words, was stunned, and even forgot to react for a while.

Who would have thought that it was just a dispute over themselves that pushed their lives to such a path of no return.

"Brother." Lu Changkut looked at him, and his eyes returned to that lifeless calm.

He slowly read out a sentence: "To live or to perish, this is a question worth considering." ”

Jiang Futing was stunned, this was a sentence on the card he found when he went to the old site of the orphanage to look for clues that day.

Sure enough, it was written by Lu Changrong!

It is estimated that this sentence should have been written specifically for his brother, but he didn't send it out for his personal reasons, and finally became a tool to seduce himself.

And at this moment, Lu Changku's sluggishness like a lightning strike proves that he really doesn't know.

This pivotal sentence seemed to be the last straw, completely crushing his last bit of shaky reason.

To live or to perish?

In his heart, all the things that Lu Changrong did could be easily resolved by this sentence.

When you mistakenly think that the root of sin is because of yourself and not others,

Easy forgiveness seemed to make even the human lives that his brother had destroyed with his own hands worthless.

Lu Chang was really frightened by his thoughts at this moment.

Hurt has a reason to be forgiven, and the lives lost are nothing more than a punching bag to vent their pain.

Because the victims lost only one life, but they lost their lives?

Long pain or short pain, which is more difficult to accept?

He bent over in pain, and as a ghost, he lost the ability to cry out loud and vent his emotions through tears.

He could only allow the menacing pain, dullness, sadness, and resentment to roll together unscrupulously, brutally pounding on the fragile nerves and heart.

The skin on his face was almost pulled off by him, but out of image, he endured it at the last moment.

At this moment, he felt sorry for his brother and pity for the innocent victims.

The two emotions of shame and sympathy are incompatible, and they have to be divided into two forces, each living on one side, and fighting to the death.

His mind seemed to have gone through a battlefield of gunpowder for several days and nights, and he suddenly felt a kind of exhaustion in his heart.

Exhausted, Lu Changkut finally calmed down completely.

He let go of his hands holding his head, raised his head, looked up at Lu Changrong, and asked calmly, "Ours."

How noble life is, you have to rely on so many lives to support it. ”

Lu Changrong blinked in astonishment.

Just now, after he finished his brainwashing tirade, he had already prepared a lot of answers to deal with Lu Changku.

There are those who refuse decisively, there are those who hesitate to him, and there are those who are happy to bargain with him no matter how scoundrel he is.

Dudu was not prepared to respond to such an answer.

In his impression, even if his brother is not obedient, he will see the relationship of affection and admonish him very tactfully.

Only this kind of cynicism and stabbing his heart, Lu Changku's would not do it even if he knew what to use to poke his heart.

Therefore, this time it was Lu Changrong's turn to be stunned, he even thought that he had heard it wrong, but Lu Changku's attitude of advancing and retreating told him that he had heard it correctly.

He would rather Lu Chang reprimand him in a hurry, rather than be as polite as he is now.

The so-called 'etiquette' is for him to be shown to strangers, which is a skin that will only be used when facing outsiders.

Lu Changku, however, used him on himself.

After Lu Changrong blinked, it took a long time to come back to his senses, and then, anger climbed out from the bottom of his heart.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Then how lowly is our life, so we have to obediently endure the bullying of others?" ”

This is the first time that Lu Changrong has exposed his emotions and thoughts under full vigilance.

Jiang Futing seized the opportunity to break his psychological defense while the iron was hot: "Do you think that the old man behind the scenes saved you and saved your life, think that he gave you the power to punish evil and promote good, and believe that he will definitely be able to expel everything in this world." ”

"So you follow him without hesitation."

He said to Lu Changrong without blinking, "Haven't you ever thought about why a ghost suddenly appeared when you were dying?" Is a wisp of your soul deliberately scared away? Why did that Taoist priest come so coincidentally when your body was almost unbearable? ”

He almost told Lu Changrong directly, don't be sold, and count the money for you.

Lu Changrong listened to these words, but he was not annoyed, but gave him a meaningful sneer.

Lu Changrong is not stupid, he couldn't guess these things when he was young, it doesn't mean that he won't think about them when he grows up.

The Taoist priest behind the scenes not only often went back and forth between him and Li Shang, but also didn't let himself get into trouble with Li Shang.

All kinds of scattered details, with his IQ a little piecing, can also be put together seven or eight points.

But by the time he had a perfect and independent idea, he had fallen too deep into the abyss and couldn't climb out.

False beliefs are also beliefs, seemingly difficult but contain more new paths, and the truth is in the hands of a few.

Anyway, I can't get out, so it's better to take a big gamble and continue to believe wholeheartedly.

Jiang Futing suddenly stirred up from his weird smile.

He almost forgot that Lu Changrong was used to disguise, and it was difficult to distinguish between true and false words.

It is estimated that it was the moment when he recounted the past just now, and the inadvertent expression brought a little truth.

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As for other contents, it is unknown whether oil and vinegar were added according to Lu Changku's taste.

But his unfathomable smile at the moment made Jiang Futing gradually lose his heart.

A strong and uneasy premonition suddenly welled up in his heart.

"In case of your unfortunate beginning, it was all arranged." He pondered for a while, stared at the change in Lu Changrong's expression, and said tentatively.

Disappointingly, Lu Changrong smiled as he did not change in the slightest.

But this disappointment, in the next second, made Jiang Futing's body seem to fall into a sea of ice, so cold that it was about to freeze.

There are only cold hairs in the heart, standing up like thorns.

He suddenly realized that Lu Changrong probably knew his situation earlier.

So he understood that there was a mutually beneficial relationship between himself, the head of the Immortal Sect, and Li Shang.

Coolness was like a cold snake, crawling from the heels of his feet to the back of his head.

Jiang Futing suddenly noticed something, and calculated carefully, he had been here for a while, since this place had set a trap for himself, why had he not done it until now?

What are you waiting for?

Somehow, he suddenly remembered Li Shanglai.

People's intuition about crises is sometimes terrifyingly strong.

He suddenly remembered that Zhou Qi was doing a scene search in the orphanage!

(End of chapter)