I envy the fat man, in my memory, the fat man will always be an optimist, after crying and laughing today, he will be able to live with a smile tomorrow. People say that people who are tired will never get fat, and they will not lose weight when they are hungry to the extreme. So I was born destined to be a thin man, and Uncle Wang was born destined to be the figure of Maitreya Buddha

That night, I lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep for a long time. This is the first time I have been so depressed that I want to cry, when I lie to the left, I think of Yao Yirong, and when I go to the right, it is Han Duo's sweet smile that flushes with blush. Well, I'm lying down and sleeping, and no one wants anyone.

As a result, as I was lying asleep, a light voice rang in my ears.

"Haisheng, have you slept?" Murong Jiajia suddenly appeared at the head of the bed, like a ghost, no, Murong Jiajia was originally a ghost.

"I didn't ...... I sat up with my panda eyes open, looked at Murong Jiajia and asked suspiciously: "You told me tonight that you will leave me soon, what does this mean?" ”

Now that she's there, I'm just in time to ask this question.

Murong Jiajia smiled bitterly and shook her head: "I don't know, these days, I've been repeating a dream." ”

"In my dreams, my body and hands were covered with blood, and I was surrounded by fallen corpses, and the ghosts were whistling in my ears, crying and grabbing me. The picturesque rivers and mountains were dyed red by my hands little by little, and finally became a purgatory on earth, and people struggled in the sea of blood, howling, and unwilling to lament. Murong Jiajia's body shook, it was excitement, she raised her hands, and her eyes showed disbelief and pain.

"I'll go, you're making a movie!" I didn't even think about it, I just fell asleep. It is said that TV is harmful, and I already knew that I would not let Xiaopang lead Murong Jiajia to chase so many TV series.

What a cute little fat man, the dignified son of the killing god Bai Qi, shouts Tiga every time he appears, and puts his hands together to release laser rays. What a beautiful fairy Murong Jiajia, now directly suffering from delusion. TV series is really harmful.

Being interrupted by Murong Jiajia like this, I felt sleepy, and I felt that I had fallen asleep in a hazy way.

It wasn't until the next morning that I was woken up by a loud scream.

There is only one word in this shout: "Dad~~" The voice contains disbelief and crying, it is the voice of a fat man. When I rushed out of the room, I saw the fat man crouching on the ground with red eyes. And next to him, lay Uncle Qingsong and Yang Qiye.

I was taken aback, and ran up in a hurry, and only after I squatted on the ground and probed the snort of the Seventh Master and Uncle Qingsong, I breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was just a coma, and it was not life-threatening.

"What's going on?" I wiped away the fat man's tears and asked him

The fat man choked up and didn't speak, but Han Duo shook his head and explained to me: "This morning, Uncle Seven and Uncle Qing were sent back by the police, and when they came back, they were lying on a stretcher and had been in a coma. ”

Han Duo's words surprised me, what did Uncle Qingsong and Seventh Master do to fall into a coma? Undoubtedly, because of the murder of the child, these days, Uncle Qingsong has been working tirelessly to track down the murderer of the child.

Now, even Uncle Qingsong and Grandpa Yang Qi are unconscious, and Uncle Qingsong, who has all the means and has practiced the magic of the eyes, has also been plotted, how terrible the people behind this are.

"Uncle Qingsong was attacked during the fight, do you see his forehead?" Han Duo pointed to Uncle Qingsong's forehead.

Uncle Qing Song's forehead has two vertical lines, as long as Uncle Qing Song uses the method of eye understanding, this vertical line like the third eye of Huaguang Patriarch will always appear. This shows that Uncle Qing Song was in a coma during the fight. However, when Uncle Qing Song lay down, his hand kept pointing to the sky, and the muscles on his face were tense.

If it is the angle at which Uncle Qing Song is standing, then this point is pointing to the front. My mind began to imagine the situation when Uncle Aomatsu was unconscious, he found the murderer, and recited a spell to open the third magic eye, but at this moment of the struggle, he encountered something that surprised him so much that he lost his sense of proportion, and the hand holding the magic finger began to point forward, and the expression on his face became incredulous.

What did Uncle Qingsong encounter that made him, who had always been calm, lose his sense of proportion?

"Dad, wake up, Uncle Seven, wake up, it's only been a day, why have you all had an accident, tell me, what happened," the fat man cried, clutching Uncle Qingsong's shoulders tightly.

"Fatty, calm down, it's useless to cry now, let's all calm down, don't lose your sense of proportion." I comforted the fat man, and when I saw that he was at a loss, clutching Uncle Qingsong's shoulder, and the whole person was as depressed as a patient who had lost his soul, I couldn't help but slap him hard, hoping to wake him up.

When the fat man fell to the ground, Han Duo exclaimed: "Haisheng, fat man, look." ”

The place Han Duo pointed to was Uncle Qingsong's neck, a red, flower-like pattern, at the back of Uncle Qingsong's head. If I hadn't slapped the fat man hard, if the fat man hadn't grabbed it so tightly and shook Uncle Qingsong's neck when he fell to the ground, maybe we would never have seen this pattern.

"What is this, how can there be a flower imprinted on Uncle Qingsong's neck? Could it be that this is a clue deliberately left by the murderer? I muttered to myself.

Han Duo shook his head resolutely and decisively: "No, this is not a flower, this is the Blood Soul Curse, the legendary Blood Soul Curse." When Han Duo said this, he gasped.

Blood Soul Curse, what is this? The fat man and I asked in unison.

Han Duo explained in shock: "This is a curse recorded in my Meishan. The strength of the curse lies in the owner who placed the curse. It casts a spell with its own soul, and is closely connected to the one who cast it. If you can solve this spell, it means killing the other person. On the contrary, the stronger the opponent's mana, the stronger the blood curse will be. ”

"No, to be precise, the power of the curse is ten times more than the other party's cultivation. Unless you have ten times more mana than your opponent, you can't solve the spell. Han Duo shook his head and redefined.

"You mean to say that Uncle Qingsong and Yang Qiye will be unconscious, and they are the ghosts of this flower?" I asked, confused.

Han Duo didn't hesitate at all, and immediately nodded. And the fat man couldn't wait to use the chicken killing to draw blood, and according to the method he was familiar with to solve the curse, he used it on Uncle Qingsong.

However, in the process of unraveling the spell, the fat man violently spit out a mouthful of blood. And Uncle Qingsong didn't move at all, and the blood-colored little flower had no intention of fading.

"Don't try, if you can unravel this spell, the other party won't cast the spell." Han Duo shook his head.

"Is there a way to unravel this curse?" Since we can't solve it, we have to put our hope on Han Duo.

"Yes, the best way to unlock this curse is to kill the person who gave it to you." Han Duo glanced at each word and said very seriously: "This curse is closely related to the cultivation of the person who placed the curse. Moreover, the power of the curse is ten times or even more than that of the person who placed the curse. It is even more difficult for ordinary people to break the curse, so the best way is to kill the person who cast the curse. This is the weirdest and weakest part of this curse. ”

"Then what else to say, go straight to find it, go find the place where my dad is unconscious. I swear I'm going to get this damn bastard out with a thousand cuts. The fat man said hatefully, without the slightest hesitation, and began to pack up the magic weapons and go out.

"Haisheng, listen to me first." When I was about to go into the room to clean up with the fat man, Han Duo grabbed me.

"This one thing is not so simple." Han Duo instructed me not to act rashly.

"I know it's not that simple, but we always have to find the murderer, don't we?" Han Duo's words are right, the strangeness of the murderer is indeed terrifying.

"No, I'm talking about Uncle Qing and Uncle Seven." In my doubts, Han Duo shook his head and said firmly: "The Blood Soul Spell has a wide range of uses, and what happens to the person who is cursed depends on the warlock's own imagination. He can make people live in nightmares for the rest of their lives, sleep unsteadily, and cause people to hallucinate every day and harm themselves with a knife. But have you thought about it, why did the other party cast such a spell, since he has the ability to cast a spell on Uncle Qing, then he must have the ability to kill Uncle Qing and them. ”

"Why did the other party keep Uncle Qing and Uncle Seventh and kill Uncle Qing directly, wouldn't it be better if it was a hundred? Why did he do so many such things. What did he keep Uncle Qing and Uncle Seventh for? Have you ever thought about this? Han Duo finally took a deep breath and said, "Haisheng, I think we have to calm down now, don't think about anything, and when the calmness comes back to our heads, we will decide what to do, okay?" ”