Time returned to the present, and the words echoing in the house frightened Wu Xingqi to flee in a hurry, and before he could escape to the door, a blue light bound him, binding him as strong as a mummy, almost unable to move freely, and by the time he saw clearly what it was, it was already too late.

He suddenly fell to the ground with his back to the sky, and was terrified at the sight of the black figure, suspended in midair.

Paul shuddered softly, and a lotus seed flew into the nightmare bead, and the ghostly aura shrouded Paul's body, standing upright like a mountain peak.

Under the fog and hidden clothes, Paul's expression was hideous and vicious, his eyes were angry, his voice was low, and he said: "I am a fan and there is no help, the thief has reached the end of your life today, and you have committed a heinous crime, you should go to hell." ”

Wu Xingqi glanced at the black shadow in front of him, but saw that the black image was flickering like a wat, appearing and disappearing, and the cold ghost qi was surging endlessly like a peak, gathering and expanding in front of his eyes, and a cold and cold light was emitted around his body, and everything became extremely cold.

And this black shadow seems to be far and near, which makes people feel in a trance.

"No, I don't want to die!"

Wu Xingmi's face was gloomy, and he cried loudly, rolling like a mummy, and fled miserably to the other side.

Struggling to escape to the oil lamp, Wu tried to stand up several times, but it was difficult to do so.

At that moment he saw the flames swell to the ground, piercing the roof like a snake, and in an instant turning green like a ghostly fire, and frightened his face convulsed, almost mad, and collapsed on the ground, the screams echoing through the room.

The green flame of the oil lamp whirred and burned, making a beeping sound, and after several explosions, it gradually weakened and shrunk, until at last there was no flame, and it was clear that the oil lamp had dried up.

"Let me go to hell!"

The terrifying voice was as strange and dull as the call of an owl, and it was creepy, and the echoes echoed in circles throughout the house, spreading to every corner.

"Let me go to hell!"

"Let me go to hell!"

"Let me go to hell!"

"Let me go to hell!"

............

Paul's image at this time is extremely black and impermanent, with a green face and fangs, a black hat, and a black robe, with a hideous and fierce expression, angry eyes, and a dark complexion, and a ghostly atmosphere.

Paul pinched the trick and recited the incantation, controlling the blue rot rope to loosen the bound lower limb part, and led the rope head to the wall.

Wu Xingqi trembled against the edge of the table, his upper body tilted, and his head slammed on the table.

As Paul continued to pull, Wu's body continued to hit the edge of the table like a puppet, her upper body surged back and forth, and her head collided with the table at a frequency of three times a second.

Bang bang bang!

The dull sound of hitting the table echoed in the room, Wu Xingqi didn't let out a scream, he didn't know the pain like a puppet, as if he had lost his human reason, and slammed the table frantically and madly, very rhythmic, like "Black Friday".

When Paul looked back, he watched him go to hell with a blank face, without any pity or compassion, and he floated like a ghost by the wall, without sorrow or joy, as if he had lost the human feelings.

After this incident passed, whenever he recalled his indifferent expression when he manipulated the life and death of others, he couldn't help but wake up in horror, what happened to him at that time, was it affected by something, why did he become a demonic monster, and even the death of a fresh life under his own manipulation became a matter of course?

Why didn't you go to someone for help? Why did you become a ghost or a ghost? Was it because you were taken away by the Nightmare God?

He has already destroyed his remnant soul, how can he still affect his own mind?!!

Was it the effect of the Nightmare Bead that I became as strange as a demon at that time? This bead was so evil that it actually affected my mind and made me a different kind of person in an instant.

Could it be because he was too timid as a mouse, inspiring another self, his inner desire to control life and death, and he desperately wanted to pull the criminals back to hell like the black impermanence!

What did I go through, how did I embark on a dangerous road that I was afraid of, although there was still a mountain path up the mountain, but it seemed to be only half a foot wide, and it seemed that if I was careless, I would fall into the abyss.

What do you need? Climb to the top of the peak, I am the peak, what do you not need? Like a dead dog, let others take care of it, like a soft persimmon, like a puppet, let others manipulate it.

Don't you need it?

"I really don't want it! I really don't want to be humiliated like a dead dog, like a persimmon......" Paul exclaimed, looking at the inhuman-shaped head on the table, convinced that he was a butcher, a climber, to pick up a butcher's knife, and not to have the slightest bullshit mercy.

Seeing him lying on the table, Paul threw his mana wildly, and after a slight tremor of the blue rope, it emitted a clear blue light, and with a whoosh, moved him to the bed and covered him with a quilt.

Paul put away the blue rot rope, the nightmare bead, hugged the female Taoist boy, put on the fog hidden clothes, and left this more secret house.

Paul put the girl beside his father, who had found nothing and sat outside the temple, and looked back at his haggard figure, red eyes, and anxious expression, and his nose was a little sour for a while.

He came to the back of a boulder, put away his misty cloak, and flew back to the secret room, where he lay on the bed, and fell asleep without even taking off his clothes, shoes and hat.

At noon the next day, when a Taoist priest was cleaning the room, he found a vague corpse in the more secret house, so he threw away the broom and fled from the room.

The news spread immediately, and finally reached the elder brother, and when he entered the house to inspect it, he ordered the body to be wrapped in a shroud and buried in the back mountain.

Liu Ning was shocked, Wu Xingqi actually committed suicide, or broke his head, the bruises, rotten and poisonous sores on his body showed that someone tied him up, but it did not mean that the person coerced him to commit suicide.

It's creepy to think of the scene where he continued to bang on the table, if it wasn't for someone coercing Wu Xingqi, how could he commit suicide willingly?!

There must be a mystery in something strange!

Could it really be that the power of the ghosts and gods manipulated him, leaving him in a state of madness and incredulity, with his head hitting the table uncontrollably until he died?

"Paul, Paul, you can't get away with it! You may not be a murderer, but you must also be a conspirator, and the physical evidence of the blue rot rope can convict you and punish you for the crime of accomplice murder. Liu Ning thought.

"He's committing suicide!" another voice echoed in his mind.

"Cure Paul for the sin of bondage!" Liu Ning hesitated.

"He's killing himself!" said another voice in no uncertain terms.

"Cure Paul for the crime of rotting corpses!" Liu Ning smiled bitterly.

"He's a child abuser!" another voice said angrily.

"This matter is over!" Liu Ning compromised!

............

After Paul woke up, it was the middle of the night the next day, he was eating light tea, looked at Liu Ning who was constipated on the other side of the table, and said a little speechlessly: "Uncle, I'm eating, you have a constipated face, disgusting to me, making me lose my appetite!"

Paul gulped and drank, and soon ate all the food on the table. He was in a good mood, and everything he ate was sweet and delicious, and even if the angry curly-haired baboon stood across from him, it would not affect his appetite.

"Hehe! You're joking!" Liu Ning plucked the cold in her heart, she once warned him and left it to herself, but before he could make a move, he committed suicide, and his heart was as uncomfortable as a burr.

"Uncle, if you have something to say, I still have something to do, so I won't talk to you!" Paul packed up the dishes and chopsticks, put them in the basket, and prepared to send them to the kitchen.

“...... Do you know how Wu Xingqi died?" After a short silence, Liu Ning asked.

"Uncle, Wu Xingqi has been handed over to you to deal with, I really don't know how he died?!How could you ask me about such a thing, it's really strange!" Paul said with a puzzled look in his eyes and a little annoyed.

"He's committing suicide!" Liu Ning said through gritted teeth.

"Suicide?!Great, if you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, and sooner or later such a person will go to hell!" Paul lifted the basket and walked on the mountain path, looking at the moonlight, and his heart was warm.

"But his suicide is very strange, covered with sores and bruises, presumably caused by the blue rot rope!"

Liu Ning followed closely and said a piece of physical evidence.

"When I was looking for the boy, I saw him lying on the table, so I tied him up with a blue rot rope, moved him to the bed, and covered him with a quilt, for fear that he would suffer from the cold, and that's what happened!" Paul's face did not change, and the sound of the clashing of dishes and chopsticks became a little anxious.

"I'm afraid you're still whipping the corpse, right?!" Liu Ning thought to herself.

When he finally arrived in the kitchen, Paul took the dishes and chopsticks out of the basket and put them in the trough to wash and scrub them, not to mention how happy he was!

Liu Ning noticed that he was in a good mood and asked, "Why are you so happy?"

Paul was stunned for a while, brushed the dishes and chopsticks and smiled: "Uncle, do you need a reason to be happy?"

"Don't you need it?" asked Liu Ning.

"Uncle, do you need it?!" Paul asked rhetorically.

Duan Yuchong suddenly walked in, pointed at the noses of the two, and scolded angrily: "What a pair of shameless dog mongrels, Liu Ning, you are treacherous and completely ignore my feelings. ”

"Paul, you little broken child, who gave you the courage to destroy my relationship with my senior brother?!"

"You two just talk about love, the wind and snow, the wind and the snow, the merry and happy, leave me aside, I ...... I'm going to tell Master and let Master and his old man sanction you both!"