As the lights in the room flickered, a look of panic appeared on the childish face of the little brat, and he hurriedly hid the iron cone in the wide sleeves of his coat.

But the little kid's sneaky movements, Wu Yong has already seen it all. The corners of Junlang's mouth rose, and Wu Yong sneered pitifully: "Hehehe... I didn't sleep at night, and I took an iron cone and touched my father's room. Anyway, you don't want to kill your father with your own hands. ”

Iron cones?

The little kid looked nervous and defended in a hurry, "I... It seems to have gone to the wrong room. ”

Going to the wrong room?

Damn, do you need to carry an iron cone when you go to the wrong room?

Stupid little slippery head, careless of his head, and can't even lie.

Wu Yong poured the grape-red wine syrup in the wine glass into the flower pot, restrained the smile on his face, and said coldly: "You really think I will be drunk, I just use red wine to water the flowers." Well, I've been fooled. Playing tricks with Lao Tzu, you are still a little tender. ”

After that, Wu Yong put down the wine bottle and walked quickly to the bed. Extremely fast, he accurately grabbed the little kid by the collar and dragged him to the window.

"We're old acquaintances, so I won't go around with you. Tell me honestly, who sent you to assassinate me. Wu Yong's face showed a touch of ferocity in vain, and he threatened in a cold voice: "If you kid dare to tell half a lie, believe it or not, I will throw you down from the second floor." ”

The little kid was extremely stubborn, stubbornly stalked his neck, and shouted unwillingly: "What are you talking about, I don't understand." I just went to the wrong room, believe it or not. ”

Ah!

The person is not big, but the mouth is quite hard.

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Wu Yong picked up the little fart child fiercely, pressed it against the glass, and choked the little fart child's throat with his strong palm.

At the same time, Wu Yong snatched the subway cone hidden in the sleeve of the little kid, and asked coldly: "This iron cone is the murder weapon, you are still pretending to be confused with me, right?" ”

"Ahem, ahem, this... It's a toy, it's a toy. The little boy's face turned red and he coughed violently.

Toy?

Wu Yong had an evil sneer on the corner of his mouth, and said in a weird manner: "Okay, good, I'll use this "toy" to give you an enema later, and see if your mouth is still hard." ”

As soon as the words fell, Nie Xiaoqian flew out directly from the relics bone. Rippled eyes, staring solemnly at the iron cone, after a moment, couldn't help but exclaim: "Soul Slayer Cone, this is an evil weapon used by wizards, I have seen it once. It seems that as long as the Soul Exterminator Cone is pierced into the center of the mortal's eyebrows, there will be no wounds, but the mortal's soul body will be devoured by the Soul Exterminating Cone. ”

Soul Cone.

Nie Xiaoqian's reminder made Wu Yong re-examine the dark black weird iron cone in his hand.

The triangular iron cone is topped with blood-red gemstones, and three female faces are carved on each of the three sides.

A wrinkled old woman's face, a young woman's face with charm, and a youthful girl's face.

It's just that these three women's faces all show extremely strange expressions. Screaming in terror, resenting and despair, or laughing maniacally.

The lifelike carving is as if a living face is imprinted on an iron cone, which makes people shudder.

Staring at the triangular iron cone, Wu Yong's heart suddenly swelled with uneasy emotions, disturbing his mind.

"It is said that if you want to refine this soul destroying cone, you must use the souls of three women born in the lunar year, and torture the souls in every way before the souls are about to dissipate, so that they will have great resentment and panic, so that the souls can be attached to the soul destroying cone." Nie Xiaoqian said in a heavy tone.

Wu Yong looked at the maniacal laughing face on the soul destroying cone, and the back of his spine couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and asked with an unnatural expression: "No, I see this face smiling very happily, and it doesn't look like the soul of the dead was tortured before death." ”

Nie Xiaoqian explained slowly: "Dead souls, like people, also have seven emotions and six desires. Mortals, for example, who are tortured before death, usually manifest themselves in three forms: despair, screaming in horror, or laughing like madness. ”

Speaking of this, Nie Xiaoqian's pretty face rose with a hint of solemnity and unease, and she murmured: "It seems that the wizard behind the scenes, Dao and strength are much higher than when I was at my peak." ”

Seeing this, Wu Yong twisted his eyebrows, shook the soul destroying cone in front of the little kid's eyes, and roared and threatened: "Hurry up and explain who instructed you to murder me, otherwise Lao Tzu will pick your skin today." ”

"Ahem, ahem... Let me go, or I'll have to call someone. The little boy's face turned a little purple, and he desperately kicked his short legs, and struggled violently.

Damn, I have to call someone.

Okay, okay, it's best to call your boss today, and Lao Tzu will give you a pot.

Wu Yong mistook what the little kid said for 'calling people', and mistook it for the little kid to call for help from the man behind the scenes. I couldn't help but quietly relax the palm holding my neck a little bit of strength, so that the little kid could gasp and scream.

After a few sharp breaths, the little boy's purple face gradually returned to ruddy. After taking a deep breath, the little fart child bared his little tiger teeth and let out an earth-shattering cry: "Little mother, sister, help, my father is going to kill..."

Seeing the little kid calling for help from the two sisters of the Meng family, Wu Yong quickly covered the little kid's mouth and warned in a low voice: "Grandma, you kid has a lot of ghosts, and you know who can help you get out of trouble." However, you miscalculated, even if Lao Tzu, the king of heaven, came out today, Lao Tzu would not let you go. ”

"Woo woo..." Seeing that Wu Yong's face was becoming more and more murderous, the little kid was so frightened that he desperately kicked his short legs, trying to break free from Wu Yong's shackles.

"Well, since you don't want to say who is behind the scenes, then I can only kill you." As he spoke, Wu Yong slowly raised the Soul Destroying Cone, intending to use the way of others to treat his body.

But at this moment, two beautiful and graceful figures suddenly appeared at the door of the room, which were the sisters of the Meng family.

Just now, the two sisters heard hoarse cries for help and hurriedly ran out of the room to check what was going on.

When the two walked to the door of Wu Yong's room, they couldn't help but look sideways, but found that Wu Yong was locking Xiao Che's neck and throat, and he was still carrying a gloomy iron cone in his hand.

Seeing this, Meng Ling'er screamed angrily: "Wu Yong, you are simply a brute, you can even poison your own bones." Let go of Xiao Che for me immediately, or I'll fight with you today. ”

As soon as the words fell, Meng Ling'er picked up the wooden chair in the room like a female hooligan, and walked towards Wu Yong violently.