Huoye, Madam Went To the Sky Bridge Again To Set Up a Stall

After Wei Linchen left, Qin Ruan walked over to the little girl, bent over and reached out to gently stroke her head.

Because she was pregnant, she couldn't bend over for a long time. She only touched the other person's hair with her palm, and quickly stood up straight.

Qin Ruanju looked down at the other party condescendingly, but his voice was soft: "You have been dead for decades, you are not really a young child, you can choose to let go of some things, and don't go astray again."

If you mess up again, you will really be annihilated.

The little girl sitting on the ground suddenly raised her head, her bloody eyes fixed on Qin Ruan coldly.

"Can't let go, never let go!"

She looked paranoid, hated, and wished to perish with all the creatures around her.

Qin Ruan pursed her lips, not knowing what to say.

When she knew that these dead souls were being manipulated and hurt by the yellow juniper tree, she was still hesitating whether to let them fly away or send them to the underworld.

Now she has only one thought, to send all these poor souls to the underworld.

In the reincarnation of the six realms, they will be thrown into the three good and three evil realms next, which is their life.

There is a saying that does not persuade others to be kind without suffering others.

She can sympathize with these dead souls, or she can give them a chance.

But not qualified to judge their actions.

Qin Ruan murmured softly, "It will always be put down."

She turned to look at the hundreds of dead souls lying on the ground behind her.

These puppets lost their suffocation, their power was greatly reduced, and their lethality was weakened by half.

Poor and pathetic.

Who knows what they're going through every day.

The gray sky blurred Qin Ruan's eyes.

Before her arrival, these dead souls lost their way.

As time goes by, they cannot escape the fate of turning into bones.

She was not the savior of these people, nor the executioner who reaped their souls.

Qin Ruan is late.

The only thing she can do now is to send them to the underworld to be judged by the Ten Temple Yama.

Qin Ruan closed his heavy eyes and opened his red lips slightly: "Yan Luo of the Tenth Temple taught me to kill ghosts, follow me in a divine way, and drive me to kill, why the gods will not fall, and what ghosts dare to be, the Tenth Temple Yama's urgency is like a decree, and the evil will be executed. !"

The heavy black fog poured into the woods instantly, and the sound of heavy chains sounded from the darkness.

"Miss Qin."

It was as cold as ice, and it sounded with a respectful voice.

Qin Ruan opened his eyes, and his deep eyes focused on the messenger of the underworld in front of him.

This time it was not black and white messengers, but more than a dozen ordinary messengers.

There are too many messengers coming up, as if knowing that this trip is a heavy task.

Qin Ruan's brows condensed, and he spoke slowly: "Take these dead souls into the underworld."

"Yes!"

The messenger standing in front of him noticed that Qin Ruan was in a bad mood and did not disturb him too much.

All the messengers are busy with division of labor.

Soul Chains bind the dead souls one after another.

Qin Ruan looked back, the little girl who fell to the ground behind her, her bloody eyes sluggish, and her eyes fell on the busy messengers of the underworld.

She was pale and bewildered.

It was like someone gave her a delicate and precious doll, but she was in a mess, her hands were stained, and she didn't dare to reach out to pick it up.

Qin Ruan's heart was empty and somewhat depressed.

She said softly: "Let's go with them, I will avenge your revenge for you. As for the murder you committed, you will be judged by the underworld."

The little girl looked sluggish like a puppet who pulled the strings and looked up at Qin Ruan.

A blood mist appeared in her eyes: "Forty-six years, eight months and three days, why didn't you show up earlier?"

Sisi complained with childish stubbornness.

Qin Ruan just stared at her expressionlessly without saying a word.

Tears flowed from the little girl's bloody eyes.

One tear after another, blood dripped to the ground.

She cried silently, so sad, so sad, so desperate.

Tears of blood fell out of the little girl's eyes like a flood that had burst its banks.

From beginning to end, she didn't make a loud cry.

The little girl is not the first victim, but she is the one who is most harmonious with the body of the yellow juniper tree.

When she was made into a puppet, she endured much more pain than other dead souls.

Qin Ruan suddenly felt that her previous life did not seem too miserable.

There are many people in this world who are not happy.

There are always people who endure pain and ups and downs in unknown corners.

They have no chance to struggle and can only wait for death to come.

lonely death...

Qin Ruan was reluctant to continue to think deeply, she was always sentimental during pregnancy.

She waved away the thoughts and thoughts in her mind, narrowed her eyes slightly, took a deep look at the little girl, and turned to leave.

The back is decisive, arrogant, and has a powerful oppressive aura that makes people yearn.

Qin Ruan penetrated the black fog and saw Lin Hao, Wei Linchen, Huo Family Dark Guard and others standing outside the black fog.

Wei Linchen was talking to someone when he saw Qin Ruan walk out of the dark fog and said to the phone, "You go back to the dormitory first, and I'll go back right away."

After speaking, he hung up the call.

Wei Linchen walked quickly towards Qin Ruan: "Is it all settled?"

Qin Ruan's delicate face turned blue: "Not yet."

How can the evil done by the yellow juicy tree be solved so easily.

The main body has escaped, but she will always find the other party.

After all, this matter is inextricably linked to Lingfeng and Blue Gum.

Wei Linchen also knew that the body of the Huangjueshu had escaped, and guessed that Qin Ruan would not let it go.

"My assistant found something about the six dead people in the school and the origin of the yellow juniper tree."

Qin Ruan frowned and suggested, "Go to the artificial lake first."

When she was dealing with the hundreds of dead souls imprisoned by the yellow juniper tree just now, she did not see Cheng Xueran's puppet.

She suspected the girl, perhaps hiding under the artificial lake.

The evil spirit contained in the black water must be haunted by evil spirits.

In this regard, Wei Linchen did not refuse.

The group left the grove and headed to the artificial lake.

No one looked back at the thick black fog behind them.

Hundreds of unjust souls were liberated inside, leaving only the ruined mess and wreckage.

It was a brutal killing in captivity for hundreds of years.

The fog will eventually dissipate, and dawn is ahead.

Otty School Artificial Lake.

Qin Ruan, Wei Linchen, and Lin Hao took a boat to the center of the lake.

The closer you get to the center of the artificial lake, the colder the surrounding atmosphere becomes.

That is the chill that invades the bone marrow and penetrates the human body at an extremely fast speed.

Even through the clothes, it is impossible to resist the invasion of the cold breath.

Wei Linchen rolled up the sleeves of his coat before they were rubbed with dirt.

The cold air penetrated the bone marrow, and he didn't care about cleanliness, so he put down his sleeves.

He frowned and complained: "With such a heavy yin, is there only one dead soul in the artificial lake?"

Qin Ruan's eyes focused on the center of the lake not far away, and his voice was low: "Not more."

She had already seen six heads of people, all men with short hair, protruding from the water in the center of the lake.

Their faces were pale, their hair was wet, and their dark eyes were staring at them.

The stench of rotting corpses permeated the lake.

Lin Hao, who was rowing, suddenly stopped moving.

Qin Ruan looked at the other party.

Lin Hao's eyes stared straight at the direction of the six heads in the center of the lake, his Adam's apple kept rolling because of nervousness and fear.