Chapter 47

Chapter 47

"Oh, you chose it yourself, don't regret it later."

"How could I regret it? I won't!"

He didn't cherish the opportunity to leave when it was presented.

Now, Tan Wenbin is truly regretting it.

He also sees that if he wants Zhou Yong to "open his mouth" and clarify the truth behind this matter, he has to drink this wine.

Tan Wenbin looks at Li Zhuoyuan again, seeing that little Yuan brother is just holding his chopsticks and gently tapping the rim of his bowl, looking innocent.

He looks at Runsheng again. This time, Runsheng doesn't avoid his gaze, but actively looks at him.

A warm current immediately surges in his heart. After all, they are roommates who hit the desk together in the evening.

Little Yuan brother, Runsheng, if I have a problem after drinking this, remember to tell my dad that I wasn't a coward.

After finishing his psychological preparation, Tan Wenbin reaches for the wine bowl with both hands.

Just then, Runsheng stands up and takes the wine bowl in front of Tan Wenbin.

Then, he shakes the wine bowl in front of Zhou Yong, tilts his head, and drinks it down directly.

After finishing, it's still not over. There are two wine bowls left in front of Zhou Yong, and Runsheng picks them up and drinks them all.

Tan Wenbin is so moved that tears flow out.

Li Zhuoyuan just turns his head to look, then continues to lower his head and play with his chopsticks and bowl.

He doesn't find Runsheng's action strange.

But he also feels sorry for Runsheng brother. He knows that if he could choose, Runsheng would prefer "marinated flavored" ordinary meat.

Although the dishes on this table and the wine in this bowl are dirty, they are not dirty enough. In Runsheng brother's eyes, they are like the meat of pigs, cows, and sheep, but liking to eat meat doesn't mean liking to eat offal.

Runsheng's boldness soon brings joy to Zhou Yong. He starts to constantly pour wine for Runsheng and invite him to drink.

During this time, he keeps pointing at the dishes on the table, reminding Runsheng not to forget to use the dishes to chase the wine.

Runsheng also completely lets go of his scruples, directly picking up the dishes on the table and putting them into his mouth, chewing with a "crunch, crunch" sound.

Then he wipes his mouth and lifts the bowl to continue toasting Zhou Yong.

It's like this at the table: those who drink wine sit together and, after drinking, ignore the others.

Li Zhuoyuan and Tan Wenbin are therefore no longer forced, and the two can quietly sit there and act as air.

Finally, there are not many dishes left on the table, and the wine is also drunk to their hearts' content.

Li Zhuoyuan inserts the pair of chopsticks in his hand into his rice bowl.

Runsheng puts down the wine bowl and knocks on the table surface.

Zhou Yong also puts down the wine bowl and changes back to his initial sitting posture.

His mouth begins to open and close quickly, emitting a sound similar to chanting scriptures at a funeral ceremony for a white matter band. It has that tune but the words are unclear.

This tune makes Li Zhuoyuan feel a bit sleepy.

He can't help but yawn, forcefully driving away the sleepiness, then looks at Zhou Yong with some dissatisfaction. He feels that Zhou Yong is not sincerely communicating.

But when he turns his head to look, he finds that Runsheng and Tan Wenbin on his left and right sides are both closing their eyes at this moment, and their bodies are starting to sway slightly from side to side. This is entering a dream.

Obviously, Zhou Yong is communicating with them.

And the sleepiness he just felt actually comes from Zhou Yong's "invitation."

This invitation was instinctively rejected by him.

Li Zhuoyuan suspects that it is because he has been frequently walking in the Yin realm recently and has developed a resistance.

But sometimes, the vicious cycle is unavoidable, just like before his eyes.

Leaning his left elbow on the table surface and propping his chin with his left hand, Li Zhuoyuan's eyelids are slightly closed. He picks up a chopstick with his right hand and taps the edge of the bowl:

"Ding!"

Walking into the Yin realm is successful.

He has entered, yet it seems he is not there.

Because in his vision, there is a scene of Runsheng, Tan Wenbin, and Zhou Yong talking, but there is a layer of flowing glue-like substance separating this scene from him.

Li Zhuoyuan tries to reach out and touch, feeling a resistance. When he continues to exert force to push it open and enter, in the distorted image, Runsheng and Tan Wenbin both show painful expressions.

Seeing this scene, Li Zhuoyuan can only choose to give up.

Although he has mastered walking in the Yin realm quite skillfully, he doesn't know how to actively enter a "dream" that others have already formed.

A Li can do it.

This makes Li Zhuoyuan mistakenly think that he should also be able to, or rather, he doesn't even feel that this will become a problem.

It can only be attributed to the drawbacks of self-study.

However, Li Zhuoyuan doesn't choose to wake up because of this. Since this situation has occurred and he cannot participate, he might as well take this opportunity to observe well.

He stands up and leaves his seat. This table has now become one body. The invisible glue-like substance wraps the three of them together. Li Zhuoyuan walks around the table.

He feels that there should be a specific method to allow him to blend in.

For example, the second step of controlling a dead fall in Wei Zhengdao's black skin book is to simply adjust one's consciousness fluctuations to the same frequency as the dead fall to enter.

But here, there may not only be one Zhou Yong, but also Runsheng and Tan Wenbin. How to adjust the frequency of one dead fall plus two living people?

Or, have they actually blended into a kind of frequency now?

Li Zhuoyuan raises his hand and lightly pats the glue-like substance in front of him.

In the distorted image, Runsheng and Tan Wenbin again show discomfort on their faces.

Forget it, it's not suitable to do specific experiments at this time.

Suddenly, Li Zhuoyuan feels a hand lightly pulling him.

He lowers his head and sees the girl.

The girl is squatting on the ground, her shoulders shrugging. She is crying.

He had walked into the Yin realm just after entering the room and sitting down, but at that time the girl and her mother were in the kitchen, not in the living room.

In his current vision, the white rice grains on the girl's body are starting to wriggle.

No, these are not rice grains. They are clearly dense white maggots drilling in and out of her body.

The girl lifts her head and looks at Li Zhuoyuan.

She opens her mouth, as if emitting a silent scream. The white maggots covering her eye sockets quickly scatter, and blood tears ooze out from the black, dark eye sockets.

She is telling him that she is in great pain, that she is suffering greatly, and that she wants freedom.

The black cat once told Li Zhuoyuan that as a dead fall, the more capable of thinking it is, the heavier the torment it bears.

A dead fall is itself a collection of resentment. What supports them to resist torment is deeper resentment.

But what if the person themselves does not have this resentment? At the same time, they still need to maintain clear thinking ability.

That is equivalent to directly placing oneself in a sea of fire, purely conducting torture and scorching.

In the girl's body, the boy does not perceive resentment, only extreme pain.

Li Zhuoyuan can't help but turn his head to look at Zhou Yong wrapped in the glue-like substance.

Some things, even without verbal communication, can be known just by looking.

The girl was clearly forced to stay, and the only one who has the obsession to keep her, or rather, who produced great resentment because of her departure... can only be Zhou Yong.

In the kitchen, the fire light is still flickering. According to the custom of a meal table, the last dish should be soup.

Li Zhuoyuan walks into the kitchen and does not see the woman's figure.

He walks to the edge of the pot and sees that black soup is boiling inside.

At this time, the bellows rings again.

Li Zhuoyuan lowers his head and sees a hand reaching out from behind the stove platform, pulling the handle of the bellows.

Continuing to walk back, he reaches behind the stove platform and follows that hand, but does not see the figure of the woman sitting behind the stove platform.

Because the arm is reaching out from inside the stove platform.

Li Zhuoyuan squats down, level with the mouth of the stove platform.

The woman inside also lifts her head and smiles at Li Zhuoyuan.

This stove is not burning firewood, but the woman herself.

She drills into the narrow stove platform, and the flames burn on her body, supplying the pot inside with constantly boiling soup.

But on her face, there is a comfortable expression.

Perhaps, through this method of being burned, she can alleviate the terrible pain she originally felt.

Li Zhuoyuan had just recently engaged in self-harming behavior, and he understands this feeling very well.

Zhou Yong wants to continue to maintain the completeness of this home, so... he drags his wife and daughter into hell together.

Perhaps at first, Zhou Yong didn't know that things would develop like this.

But now, it's a bit absurd to say he doesn't know.

He knows, but he chooses to selfishly deceive himself.

However, one point can be confirmed: the person who taught Zhou Yong this method definitely knows the consequences of doing so. What was his purpose in doing so?

At first, one could assume he was a kind person, felt pity for Zhou Yong who had lost his wife and daughter, and used this method to "help" him.

Looking at the current situation, this assumption does not hold. A person who can do this kind of thing has no essential connection with "kindness."

Walking to the kitchen door, seeing that the conversation on the other side is still ongoing, Li Zhuoyuan's gaze falls back on the girl and beckons her.

The girl crawls over.

During the meal, she was always forced to play the role of a "daughter," and the woman was also forced to play the role of a "wife."

Strictly speaking, they are actually Zhou Yong's specters.

It's just that Zhou Yong doesn't possess that kind of strength. He is completely incomparable to the Tai Sui dead fall that Li Zhuoyuan met in the grave ground last time.

That coin is still buried in the grave ground to this day, and Li Zhuoyuan still dares not go get it.

The girl crawls to Li Zhuoyuan's front. She is trapped here, always enduring painful torment, and the boy in front of her is the only outsider who has recently appeared "here."

What supports her to get close to the boy is the instinct to seek death.

Li Zhuoyuan places his hand on the girl's head. He can perceive a dense wriggling sensation transmitted from beneath her hair. He knows what is underneath.

But at this time, he must first ignore it.

According to the method in the black skin book, he begins to adjust his consciousness fluctuations.

He wants to borrow the girl's perspective to see what the person who helped Zhou Yong arrange everything looks like.

It's very simple, it just succeeds, because the girl not only doesn't resist, but actively cooperates.

In Li Zhuoyuan's vision, a blue mosquito net appears. He is lying on a small bed and can only weakly twist his head slightly. He (she) doesn't even have the strength to sit up now.

Someone is crying. She turns her head to look, and the person kneeling and crying at the edge of the big bed is Zhou Yong.

A woman is lying on the big bed. She is already dead.

Zhou Yong grabs his wife's hand and cries very sadly.

After crying for a while, he starts to beat the ground and scold, the general content being, why does life, fate, treat him like this, why are they so cruel to him.

Just at this time, a sound is transmitted:

"I can let your family reunite."

The person speaking is not in the room, but outside the room. He is transmitting his voice through the window.

What surprises Li Zhuoyuan is that this tone of voice seems familiar, no, it should be very intimate, as if it is someone right beside him.

But for a moment, even if he clearly counts all his relationships, he cannot find anyone who matches this voice.

Zhou Yong lifts his head blankly. He lunges towards the window, as if wanting to ask who is speaking.

Next, there should still be communication and development, such as how the owner of that voice makes Zhou Yong believe, and how he makes Zhou Yong go to the bridge according to his instructions.

However, Li Zhuoyuan cannot see the follow-up because the girl is too weak and she closes her eyes.

If it weren't for her father crying too loudly, she basically wouldn't wake up.

A long darkness.

Li Zhuoyuan waits patiently. He has a premonition that before the girl dies, there will still be a scene.

Indeed, the darkness begins to loosen.

Light begins to re-enter.

When the girl reopens her eyes, Zhou Yong is standing at the edge of the bed.

At this time, Zhou Yong's face no longer has a painful expression, but instead reveals a kind of inner joy.

"Lingling, don't be afraid. Dad has already found a way to let our family continue to live together. Lingling, don't be afraid. Dad and Mom will always be with you."

The girl closes her eyes.

Next, there should be nothing else. She should die.

But just as Li Zhuoyuan is about to break contact, he suddenly feels unable to breathe, followed by a burning and scorching sensation from his lungs.

How is this?

If she died of illness while lying in bed, this kind of intense situation shouldn't appear.

Li Zhuoyuan perceives a terrible suffocation. He experienced this feeling once when he first fell into the water and met little Yellow Oriole. This time, he doesn't want to experience it a second time.

He breaks contact.

However, although the contact is broken, the girl's sense of pain is still there, and it is intensifying, as if he is now gradually becoming her, and at the same time accepting all her emotions.

This is a kind of, literal meaning of — empathy.

Her torment, her grievance, her despair, all boil at the bottom of his heart, like the lid of a kettle that will be topped up after the water boils.

Li Zhuoyuan thinks of "it" in the fish pond. Its body is covered with the faces of dead falls.

Unexpectedly, the method taught in the black skin book has such strong side effects the first time it is used successfully.

Li Zhuoyuan can't help but doubt: Are you a fool?

Wei Zhengdao taught you this method, and this situation occurred the first time you used it. You actually still continue to use this method to control dead falls?

Is it that you worship and believe in Wei Zhengdao too much, or is it your own greed and stubbornness, thinking that you are special and can find a way to resolve this side effect?

If the hidden danger slowly appears after the fact, that can still be explained and understood, but the symptoms are so clear and direct...

Hehe,

You really have no right to hate Wei Zhengdao.

No matter how big a fire is, if you don't continue to add fuel, it will soon extinguish.

The fuel here is your own emotions.

Unfortunately, Li Zhuoyuan doesn't have any.

The fire extinguishes.

Li Zhuoyuan feels some sorrow and discomfort again.

Because this is equivalent to being forced to tear open a scar again, and being pointed at the nose again and told, you are a monster wearing human skin. Yes, this is his side effect.

He will not be like "it" in the fish pond, leaving so many faces on his body.

However, this also opens up a new idea for Li Zhuoyuan.

The little girl is not good,

But what if he changes to a more powerful dead fall?

If controlled and manipulated properly, can he keep the true emotions that do not extinguish?

Unfortunately, now is not the time to think about these things. He still needs to finish the main task.

In his vision, the girl is still crawling on the ground, sobbing painfully.

Li Zhuoyuan withdraws his hand. The girl in front of him doesn't seem to have died of illness, but... he killed her.

His gaze falls back on Zhou Yong. Did you kill her?

Zhou Yong indeed has this motive. He got the method, and it was convenient for him to implement the method if his daughter died earlier.

But, there is also another possibility.

Unfortunately, the information from the girl's perspective is too little. He now needs more perspectives.

Li Zhuoyuan walks behind the stove platform, squats down again, and faces the woman being roasted in the flames inside.

He knows that after the woman died, that person contacted Zhou Yong for the first time.

In the woman's perspective, she definitely cannot see that person.

But he just wants to see if the woman really died of illness.

After facing each other, he begins to adjust the frequency.

Like the girl, the woman also doesn't block him, but actively cooperates. This undoubtedly lowers the difficulty a lot.

Li Zhuoyuan's vision changes again, and it is very similar to the previous one: a bigger bed, a bigger blue mosquito net.

Li Zhuoyuan begins to actively skip irrelevant perspective images, but in the process of skipping, Li Zhuoyuan has some doubts.

That is, according to his current sensory experience, the woman seems to still have quite a long time before death.

Is it possible that the illness suddenly worsened?

Or, the woman's death is also not normal.

If something abnormal occurs here, it is definitely not related to Zhou Yong. In this time period, Zhou Yong is still desperately trying to find a way to save the lives of his wife and daughter.

Just at this time, Li Zhuoyuan hears a special sound of footsteps.

He immediately stops skipping and begins to fully invest his normal perception.

This footstep is not made by cloth shoes, but more like the friction of plastic soles. The sound of footsteps is not very heavy, and the friction sound is also very short. This means that the owner of the footsteps should not have long shoe soles... Is it a child?

The woman opens her eyes. She seems to want to twist her head to look, but she is lying here, and her limbs basically do not listen to commands.

She should be like her daughter, suffering from a kind of hereditary disease.

Just like himself and Li Lan.

A hand holding a white towel appears in his vision. This hand is very white and tender, very small. It is indeed a child's hand.

The towel covers the woman's mouth and nose, and the sense of suffocation begins to intensify.

Following this, a face probes into his vision.

Li Zhuoyuan is stunned, because this face is himself!

"He," just looks at the woman with a cold face. Because he was in the woman's perspective just now, now it is equivalent to himself facing "himself."

Instantly, Li Zhuoyuan recalls why the sound he heard transmitted from outside the window in the girl's perspective earlier had such a strong sense of familiarity in its tone.

Because the sound he hears when he speaks most of the time is different from the sound of himself played back on a recorder.

His own blind spot will match this sound with all people, but he never thinks it's possible that it's himself.

But, it is indeed his usual speaking tone and manner.

Now,

This "himself" in front of his eyes also opens his mouth and speaks:

"You're dying too slowly, dragging down the rhythm of my practice."

This sentence is like a fuse. As soon as the words fall, a strong sense of twisting attacks. At this instant, his own cognition begins to peel off, and he directly falls into the lost vortex of "who am I."

But this scene is very familiar to Li Zhuoyuan, because every time he falls ill, he experiences this loss of self-recognition and his heart is filled with coldness.

Just before, this feeling was produced from within himself. This time, it is coming from outside, and in terms of efficacy, it is much weaker.

After a long illness, he has become a doctor. He doesn't even need to keep silently shouting the names of many people. He only needs to shout A Li's name one after another and think of A Li's appearance to cope.

Of course, during this time, he still casually says Taiye twice silently.

Following this, this feeling slowly dissipates.

Indeed, it was a very slight illness. It felt quite inappropriate that it ended before he even broke a sweat.

His vision is already completely black, because the woman is already dead.

Li Zhuoyuan breaks contact. He is still squatting in front of the stove platform, and the woman inside the stove platform is still being burned.

The fire light reflects Li Zhuoyuan's face, making his face color suddenly bright and suddenly dark.

In fact, Li Zhuoyuan's face color is indeed very gloomy now.

Because he feels offended.

He definitely didn't kill the girl and the woman, nor did he teach Zhou Yong this method.

There is no slightest self-doubt, and no internal consumption from being lost.

He knows that that is not him, because this is a trap.

The feng shui layout on the stone slab bridge, the mirror flower water moon on the small dam... This series of methods, although done very beautifully, is a bit low-level in Li Zhuoyuan's eyes.

But within these low-level methods, a pit has been dug.

This kind of feeling is like walking through a thorny bush. Although it's a bit troublesome, if you take a pole and poke it, it's not a very complex or difficult thing. But who knows, there's a landmine buried near the end point.

Setting aside the very small possibility that the person behind this is just so evil-minded, the high probability is that after that person helped Zhou Yong arrange everything, there was still a person with profound means who made a move and set a trap.

A trap specifically prepared for peers.

Although the person is not himself, the words he said should be true. He mentioned "practice rhythm."

Coincidentally, Li Zhuoyuan himself is also in the practice student stage now.

A person who has just stepped onto this path is practicing feng shui layout in his hands. Beside him, there is an elder or teacher who, fearing that things will leak out, does an ending treatment in this practice homework.

The selfish Zhou Yong, who ignores the pain of his wife and daughter, may still be grateful to the person who taught him the method, not knowing that his whole family is just a piece of practice material for that person.

Li Zhuoyuan slowly lifts his head and murmurs:

"Okay, you want to play like this?"

But the next moment, his expression suddenly changes. The other side obviously cannot know the method in Wei Zhengdao's black skin book, and does not know that he is reading memories. So, the previous twisting of self-recognition... was not deliberately left to target him.

Was it targeting this woman?

No, not that either. She and her daughter are just specters. Their existence is all maintained by Zhou Yong.

So, this kind of trap foreshadowing of identity cognitive twisting is aimed at Zhou Yong.

Not good, Runsheng and Tan Wenbin are in danger!

Li Zhuoyuan raises his hand and directly slaps his right cheek.

"Pa!"

He wakes up.

As soon as he opens his eyes, he sees Runsheng and Tan Wenbin still in the dream.

But Zhou Yong has already stood up, putting his face close to Tan Wenbin's front, and constantly inhaling.

Wisp after wisp of white gas overflows from Tan Wenbin's nostrils and mouth, and is inhaled by Zhou Yong.

Tan Wenbin has already been sucked until his face is green.

Li Zhuoyuan's action of opening his eyes startles Zhou Yong. He slowly turns his head at an extremely slow speed and looks at Li Zhuoyuan.

Originally, his eyes were full of white mucus. Now, the mucus is gone, replaced by a hint of blood red.

The foreshadowing that person buried is here!

The previous Zhou Yong was indeed the real Zhou Yong. He was very selfish, but not crazy towards outsiders. At least, his selfishness was only aimed at his obsession with his wife, daughter, and family, not at killing outsiders.

Otherwise, he would have already laid hands on his villagers.

Nor would he have accepted Li Zhuoyuan's "exchange" condition.

He really wanted to bring guests into his home and entertain them with "good wine and good dishes."

Because this can embody the feeling that his family is still complete. This is what he longs to show.

And facing this kind of a dead fall who doesn't hurt people, is easy to communicate with, and is willing to bring you home to explain the situation, most people will basically feel sympathy and understanding, thereby lowering their guard.

But during the key period of his telling, it will trigger the trap left behind. The dirt in Zhou Yong's eyes will retreat, his cognition will be twisted off, and the most primitive and instinctive side of a dead fall will be shown.

This trap is very exquisite, not only in terms of technique, but also in integrating the human heart.

If Li Zhuoyuan had also successfully been pulled into the dream for a heart-to-heart talk at that time, they would now be sitting there foolishly, waiting to be sucked dry one by one.

Of course, the most important thing is that Zhou Yong is too far behind that revered Tai Sui dead fall. His main strength needs to be placed on maintaining the dream, thereby preventing Runsheng and Tan Wenbin from waking up. The remaining little bit can urge him in reality to start killing.

This is why his actions are so slow. It is also because of this slowness that Li Zhuoyuan is given time to react.

Li Zhuoyuan moves. He is not in a hurry to save Tan Wenbin, who is in critical condition, but directly picks up the bowl in front of him and smashes it towards Runsheng's face!

"Pa!"

The bowl breaks, and Runsheng's forehead is bleeding, but Runsheng also opens his eyes because of this.

He immediately sees the situation clearly in front of him, picks up the Yellow River shovel that he deliberately placed by his feet during the meal, and directly swings it towards Zhou Yong's head!

"Bang!"

Zhou Yong is knocked to the ground.

The dream he maintained also collapses because of this.

Tan Wenbin falls face down on the table with a "thud."

After Li Zhuoyuan goes up to check, he breathes a sigh of relief in his heart. He is not dead, he still has air.

Taiye promised to bring Tan Wenbin along, also thinking that one more person is one more helper. He was also lucky to bring Tan Wenbin out this time, because this gave Zhou Yong one more target to suck.

Binbin entered the situation with his body, delaying time for everyone.

If the first person to be sucked was himself, or Runsheng, the situation would be really hard to handle.

Runsheng and Zhou Yong's fight is still ongoing.

Logically speaking, dead falls are all very strong, but Zhou Yong himself relies on absorbing evil energy by going to the river and feng shui bureau every day, then returning home and creating an illusion of a complete family with his own strength. And today, he also created a dream to pull two people. Although he sucked some over from Tan Wenbin to replenish, he is still in a state of loss.

And Runsheng, no matter what the dishes were before, he ate the meal!

At this time, Runsheng presses Zhou Yong under his body, and no matter how much Zhou Yong struggles, he cannot stand up.

However, the Yellow River shovel is grabbed by Zhou Yong with both hands and cannot be taken back to continue attacking. Runsheng has no choice but to grab the shovel with his left hand and stalemate with him. His right hand is free, and he clenches his fist and keeps smashing Zhou Yong's chest with one fist after another.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Every punch hits solid, and every time he punches down, a stream of black gas will overflow and scatter from Zhou Yong's body.

Li Zhuoyuan walks to the edge of the sack, takes out the black sail cloth, reaches into his pocket, opens the sealed mud box, quickly presses it with his five fingers, then takes it out and draws five long red seals on the black sail cloth.

The practice last time proved that the black sail cloth is currently the tool with the greatest killing power against dead falls among all tools.

The piece he has now is newly repaired, and its power is definitely greater, because the wood carving here is carved by A Li using his family's memorial tablet.

However, just as Li Zhuoyuan is planning to go up and use the black sail cloth to suppress Zhou Yong, Zhou Yong suddenly opens his mouth and emits a sharp scream.

One large and one small shadow quickly rush out, which are the girl and the woman respectively. They both pounce on Runsheng's body. The woman scratches Runsheng's back with her fingernails, drawing a bloody wound, while the girl bites Runsheng's neck and hangs on.

"Hiss!"

Under this kind of attack, Runsheng loses strength at once. Not only does his whole person fall from Zhou Yong's body, but he is also pressed down by the mother and daughter, one on the left and one on the right.

After Zhou Yong stands up, he immediately counter-presses on Runsheng's body. The bloody red light flowing in his eyes shows his ferocity at this time.

Just as Li Zhuoyuan is holding the black sail cloth and preparing to act, Zhou Yong and the pair of mother and daughter lift their heads at the same time and stare at him.

This makes Li Zhuoyuan unable to take the next step for a while, because the black sail cloth is powerful, but its usage conditions are very limited. It is generally used as a follow-up attack after controlling the dead fall.

If he just throws it in front of them like this, one is that they will dodge, and the other is that even if it covers them, they will throw open or even tear the black sail cloth under pain.

The three of them now seem to be suppressing Runsheng together, but as long as he dares to approach or take other actions, one of them will rush towards him fiercely.

"Little Yuan, hurry up and leave, don't worry about Binbin!"

No matter how fierce Runsheng is, he cannot take on three opponents at once. He has already made up his mind to fight desperately and hold these three down to create an opportunity for little Yuan to escape.

Li Zhuoyuan does not leave, but half-closes his eyes. His eyelashes begin to tremble quickly, and his body also follows in shaking.

"Listen to me, I can help you all be free from pain."

"Listen to me, I can help you all end your torment."

"Listen to me, I can help you all leave his bondage!"

Li Zhuoyuan suddenly opens his eyes, raises his hand, and points at Zhou Yong.

Almost at the same time, the girl and the woman both let go of Runsheng, turn and pounce on Zhou Yong, and flip Zhou Yong to the ground.

And Runsheng, who was just being attacked by three opponents, enjoys the happiness of three attacking one for a while.

He doesn't delay. After bouncing up, he picks up the Yellow River shovel, locks Zhou Yong's neck, and thoroughly suppresses him.

While doing this, Runsheng's eyes are full of shock.

No wonder his grandpa always told him to listen to little Yuan, and even specifically repeated it to him during the day. Little Yuan is really fierce. Now even dead falls listen to him!

Li Zhuoyuan walks over holding the black sail cloth. He is still in a controlled state and is a bit unbalanced when he walks, like he is drunk.

This point is very similar to Zhou Yong earlier. While maintaining the dream, his actions in reality become very slow.

Finally, Li Zhuoyuan walks to Zhou Yong's side. He squats down and buckles the black sail cloth onto Zhou Yong's face.

"Ah ah ah!!!"

Screaming sounds are transmitted, but there is no need to worry about startling others. One is that Zhou Yong's home is relatively remote in the village, and the other is that the mirror flower water moon arrangement outside is still in place.

It's just that the power of the black sail cloth this time is indeed several times stronger than last time. The surging fog gas that rushes out is like a broken dam.

This force makes it impossible for Li Zhuoyuan to open the black sail cloth.

At this moment, Zhou Yong's breathing is weak, and his struggling force is also very weak.

And, the bloody color in his eyes retreats, and he is covered by white mucus again. This means that the effect of the trap is broken, and he has changed back to his original self.

Runsheng doesn't understand this. Why doesn't little Yuan continue to cover him with the black sail cloth and kill him thoroughly?

Everyone had agreed before that as long as they communicate well, clarify the person behind it, then after that, everyone goes their separate ways and minds their own business.

But it is obvious that this guy is the one who broke the rules, so his side naturally doesn't need to have any more scruples. It's better to just town kill him.

Soon, Runsheng seems to understand. His eyes fill with excitement:

"Little Yuan, thank you. I will eat him well!"

Just when Runsheng opens his mouth to bite down, he hears an ice-cold voice:

"Runsheng brother, don't eat him. Since someone first plotted against us..."

Runsheng lifts his head. He sees little Yuan in front of him smiling, but this smile doesn't have the warmth of the past. Instead, it makes him recall the teenager who squatted by the stream after answering the phone that evening.

Li Zhuoyuan lowers his head, looks at Zhou Yong below, reaches out his hand, and lightly pats Zhou Yong's greasy face, which is full of hollows and is very disgusting:

"Then I'll just give him a big one back."

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