"Go back!" Yuan Qingwei repeated softly: "This is the reason why you committed suicide?" ”

"Or else?" The boy still had a weird and well-behaved smile on the corner of his mouth, just like the "dolls" outside.

"Are you resentful?" Yuan Qingwei asked another question.

The boy was silent for a moment, and finally said uncertainly, "Maybe there is!" ”

"And have you thought about revenge?"

"No, or don't dare!" The boy naturally voiced his shortcomings: "Although I may resent them, I dare not resist in front of them. Because I've been tamed. ”

"Hey!" Sighing, Yuan Qingwei asked again: "If you have the opportunity, are you willing to retaliate?" ”

"Forget it!" The boy shook his head, Yuan Qingwei closed his eyes, and said, "Then can you hit me?" ”

"What kind of weird request are you? How can anyone beg someone to beat themselves? The boy seemed to be a little surprised by Yuan Qingwei's request, and seemed to be a little repulsed.

Yuan Qingwei tugged at him a few times, the boy struggled unwillingly, they pulled and pulled, every time they pulled, Yuan Qingwei's palm had this glimmer of light, and after more than ten times. The boy's face became distorted, and his eyes were sometimes sober and sharp, sometimes confused and confused, as if he was suffering some great pain.

In the end, when Yuan Qingwei pulled again, he didn't hold back his move, he swung a trembling punch to Gong Yu's body, and the surface of Yuan Qingwei's body, which was condensed by will, suddenly appeared like ripples when a stone fell into the water.

"What is this?" The boy suddenly felt the grief and pain suppressed in his body, and it seemed that after this punch was thrown, it was vented a lot, and the dullness in his heart was also relieved, and the whole person was a lot more relaxed.

"It's easy to resist, isn't it?" Yuan Qingwei touched the boy's head.

"yes!" The boy's eyes darkened, and then he was stunned for a while, and finally tidied up his clothes and bent down to thank Yuan Qingwei.

"Sorry for the trouble! Then, thank you for being willing to help me so much! After saying that, the boy just turned into a little firefly and disappeared.

With the boy's liberation, the dark space that belonged to his will began to collapse, and Yuan Qingwei's will gradually returned to itself.

"That's right!" Slowly opening his eyes, Yuan Qing shook his head slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

This child's talent in spiritual sense is actually very good, so that he can still retain most of his sanity after death, coupled with his instinctive fear, he gave up the control of the field, and let him not be affected by too much thought. That's why he behaved so plainly, but he was also very pitiful and pathetic, and when he died, he had actually let go of his hatred for the "teacher" and his resentment towards his parents, leaving only the chagrin that he didn't have the courage to resist in the past.

This emotion is very difficult and belongs to a kind of self-condemnation, so one of the core of the conclusion of the "repair shop" is the child's self-torture. In the same way, it means that as long as the child's heart knot is not untied, then this place cannot be eradicated.

And in order for children to vent their emotions, there must be a way, a method. This kind of thing is obviously not something Zhan Siyuan is good at. He probably saw this too, so he didn't forcibly break the shackles of the opening, but first found out Yuan Qingwei who was trapped in it, on the one hand, he hoped that Yuan Qingwei would guide the child's emotions. On the other hand, it may also be worried about whether this child's talent has attracted the power of the spirit world, causing his emotions to mutate and affect himself.

Yuan Qingwei looked at the extra piece of something similar to a stone in his hand, exuding a faint light, isolating the surrounding thoughts, making people feel at ease. But Yuan Qingwei couldn't help frowning, he looked up at the top of his head, and there was an extra trace of black gas in the ten thousand glass lamps suspended above his head, this black gas was very weird, and it was connected with some kind of power in the dark. Swaying, constantly drawing wisps of power from the void, expanding and strengthening, vaguely trying to break free from the shackles of thousands of lights.

With a flick of his fingers, the Wanjia glass cup was sent into the Qingwei Palace, suppressed with the divine power of the Qingwei real person, and at the same time isolated the induction of the spiritual world.

Turning his head to look at Zhan Siyuan not far away, at this time, the superintendent of the hundred households had already slashed the man who had turned into a meat ball with a thousand knives, and then slammed it at the surroundings, and countless children and the entire field began to collapse.

The man's will at the core of the meat ball, as the actual holder of the "repair shop", also has a certain privilege, and he began to struggle when he sensed the boy's relief, constantly extracting the thoughts of rolling around.

Weakness, dependence, awe, obedience, anger, horror, grief, confusion, unwillingness, despair, hatred, all kinds of small and chaotic thoughts gathered around him, trying to turn the whole field into the foundation of his own existence, to ripen himself.

But how could Zhan Siyuan give him a chance, waving his sword, a thick blood qi mixed with Emperor Guan's divine power, turned into a huge sword light that traversed the surrounding void, and with the strength of Pei Mo Nengyu, he directly cut the man who was formed again into meat puree.

And this change, there is another kind of divine power hidden in the sword light, almost the change of spring and autumn, the change of history, so that the man turned into dust after letting out a desperate wail, leaving only a small puppet and a few slender silk threads in place.

"The pebbles are your reward! I'll take both! Seeing the two things left, Zhan Siyuan also showed an unexpected look, and then immediately spoke, not giving Yuan Qingwei time to react at all, and directly took away the two things on the ground.

Yuan Qingwei looked at the two things he had taken away, and felt a little painful.

As the master of Taiyi Guan, he also reads the classics in the sect almost the same, and he also has his own discriminating methods for various materials. If he was not mistaken, those two things were very rare materials. The puppet is an individual representation of the children's fate being manipulated, and can be used as the main material for making stand-in puppets or out-of-body avatars. The silk thread is probably something on the side of fate, and although it is full of twists and confusions, it has always been something that all parties have tried to collect.

Looking at the breath strength of those two things, at least it is a grade C material, in contrast, the stone in Yuan Qingwei's hand should be the embodiment of the boy's last mind, representing his enlightenment and liberation, and it also matches the Wanjia glass cup in Yuan Qingwei's hand. The problem is that the boy didn't gather much strength because of his self-limitation, coupled with the realization at the last moment, the chaos and distortion were shattered, and the power belonging to the spirit world was separated and fell into the glass jar of the ten thousand families, which made the grade of this stone very low, and he didn't even cross the threshold of the D level.