Chapter 53

Ximenqing couldn't believe what he saw and heard. He even doubted whether he had had a dream. Such an absurd plot only appeared in the dream after indulgence. Ximen Qing even began to wonder whether he would still have a split headache as before after being invited in the morning.

But he understands that this is not a dream. Ximen Qing wants to leave, but he dares not. The development of the matter has exceeded his cognitive scope. I don't know if leaving rashly now will have more serious consequences.

If it comes, it's safe. Anyway, there are so many people putting their backs on their backs. I'm not afraid. Ximen Qing finally decided to see what was going on.

And the center of the venue was obviously in chaos. Wu Da's expression became a little frightening, while Wu Er's expression was unpredictable.

"Can Pan Jinlian kill people? It's impossible. She has hardly gone out over the years. How can she kill you? Besides, you don't stand here well. If you are killed, won't you be dead? Wu Da raised these two questions.

Quiet, the scene fell into silence. In fact, everyone is thinking about this problem. Isn't the girl in front of us a living person? Ximenqing looked at Haisha's face, a beautiful face. This must be a living person. How can the dead be like this? Even the legendary corpse changes can't be so round and plump.

"I died once. Now I want revenge." The dry voice sounded from the throat of the sea sand again, which was not loud, but everyone there heard it.

Wu Song

Wu Song had a sense of powerlessness, and what was in front of him was completely beyond his expectation. He knew that Haisha was a person with a secret, and he had missed it, but he never thought it would be such a secret. Obviously, Haisha came for revenge, and it was lucky that the object of Haisha's revenge was only Pan Jinlian. But when did Pan Jinlian kill anyone? This question also troubled Wu Song. In addition, Haisha said that he died once, so is it dead or a living person standing in front of him now? In addition, the last time she saw Haisha, she didn't speak like this. Why?

"Sea Sand." Wu Song finally said, "You are not Grandma Wang's niece, so who are you?"

The sea sand did not answer, and even there was no change on the limbs, as if it were a sculpture. But what can be felt is that her breathing is getting louder and louder. At first, it was only vague, but later, Wu Song could hear it clearly.

"I saw that the blood and fire thing has wings." The crescent suddenly said in Wu Song's body.

"Do you know that thing?" Wu Song asked the crescent moon.

"I don't know, but I saw the winged thing constantly patting its body. It's going to wake up and control the body of the sea sand." Crescent spoke very fast, but Wu Song still heard it.

It seems that the soul of the sea sand also has the soul of animals in the body, and now the soul has to control the body of the sea sand. What should I do? Wu Song felt at a loss. The best way is to rush up now and kill Haisha, just like killing the second of Yedian Xiaoer. However, in the face of Haisha, Wu Song can't even clenched his fists. How can he do it? What should he do?

"If you can't do it, I'll do it." The sound of the crescent moon is a little eager to try.

But Wu Song did not dare to give his body to the crescent. The slaughter of the crescent is no different from himself. In addition, it is undoubtedly very dangerous to show the tiger spirit in front of so many people. The tiger spirit is a killer used at the last moment for Wu Song. If it is known by everyone, it will undoubtedly be buried for his future. Big hidden danger.

"Miss Hai, why?" In the quiet crowd, there was suddenly a sigh-like sound, and then people walked forward. This man is a thin old man, just An Daoman.

However, An Daoman is a little different from usual and looks very old. That kind of old and strong temperament has completely faded, and now Wu Song sees only a real old man who is about to go. An Daoman slowly walked to the sea sand, stopped, and slowly looked at the sea sand.

"That thing, stop." There was some excitement in the crescent's voice, but also a little disappointed: "Its wings no longer flap, as if they are going to be quiet again."

Wu Song knew that the reason why she was disappointed was that she had no chance to take action.

"What's the use of hatred? Haisha, do you think you can no longer be angry after revenge? Can you get relief? That's not the case. You came from the world of the dead, driven by the power of hatred to regain your life, and then today you want to burn your life to gain strength and revenge. But have you ever thought about where your hatred comes from? An Daoman's voice was a little faint.

"Because that woman killed me, she pushed me into the well." Although the sound of sea sand is hoarse, it is no longer as bitter as before. And he also spoke in a more tone and tone, although the tone and tone were full of violence and anger.

"She killed you and deprived you of your life. But Haisha, you are still alive. Don't you give up your life to revenge and do what you do to yourself the same as what the woman did to you before? So, does hatred continue? An Dao said slowly.

In the well? Wu Song recalled it seriously. After Pan Jinlian married Wu Da, she should not have this opportunity whether in Qinghe or Yanggu. It seems that if this murder is true, it is what happened before Pan Jinlian married Wuhan University.

"However, she was not punished." The sound of sea sand has almost turned into a human voice, and the violence in the voice has slowly turned into grievance.

"Sea sand, you have to believe in the way of heaven. I have seen too many retributions. Those who kill you will suffer. When An Daoman said this, he had already made a vow.

After hearing these words, Haisha was stunned, and then turned to look at Wu Song. In his eyes, he seemed to be asking. Wu Song didn't know what Haisha was asking him, but he still nodded. Then in Wu Song's sight, the body of the sea sand slowly withered, like the withering of a pot of unwatered flowers, but the speed of withering can be seen with the naked eye.

Slow withering.

Wu Song felt that his heart was also withering, and he didn't know how to deal with the current situation at all. Did you nod your head just now that caused this to happen? Who can tell me what's going on?

Yes, An Daoman, An Daoman must know what's going on. Wu Song quickly came to An Daoman's side, pulled An Daoman and fell down to worship: "Senior An, can you save Haisha?"

An Daoman looked very indifferent, and even said that he was a little detached. He looked at Wu Song and said, "Wu Song, I have infinite scenery in the first half of my life, and lack of goodness in the second half of my life. Only you made friends with me when I was just a little work. You and I can be called a confidant. You are an elder, and I will treat myself as an elder today. How can I not say anything about the wedding of the younger generation? That's too funny to all of you present.

Speaking of this, Andaoman turned to face the sea sand. Sea girl, you, a weak woman, rely too much on the power of hatred in order to revenge, and now you are devoured by this power. If you die again this time, it will be impossible to live again. I and Wu Song are friends of the year. For his face, I will help you today.

As An Daoman said, a faint blood mist spewed out all over his body. The blood mist slowly gathered around the sea sand, slowly leaned around the body of the sea sand, and then was absorbed. But strangely, there is no blood on the white clothes of the sea sand.

The fog lasted for half a column of incense and slowly dissipated. And An Daoman looks more aging at this time. He reluctantly walked to a chair and sat down. Sea girl, everything needs to be controlled. If the moon is full, it will be a loss, and it will not be too much. He turned his head to Wu Song and said, "Wu Song, come here."

Wu Song has been kneeling on the ground. He has vaguely guessed that An Dao is full of blood magic, and his former identity must not be an ordinary doctor. Who is he, but it's too late to think about all this. Wu Song quickly got up and came to An Daoman.

"Wu Song, today's matter should not be over. But I can't help you later. I'm dying now. I know you have a lot of questions to ask, but I don't have time to answer them, and I'm afraid you don't have time to listen. Scholars die for their confidants, and I can do this, and I am worthy of heaven and earth. This dirty blood magic is finally used on the right path and die in its right place. Remember, after I died, after the burial was completed, I wanted to let the sea girl suppress it with blood magic on the grave, so that I would not change my body. And Qi Si's cemetery. I may not be able to say so much. But Wu Song, a good man aspires to be everywhere. Don't just focus on Yanggu. This place is too small. Huluo Pingyang was bullied by dogs. Only when he went outside and went to the bigger world to see more, the man would not be in vain in his life. An Daoman's speech became weaker and weaker. It seems that it will not work soon.

"Senior An, don't say anything. You will be fine. Someone sent eight and a half ginseng today. Don't move here. After taking care of today's things, take the ginseng for you and slowly recuperate. You will definitely recover. Wu Song said calmly.

"Sure enough, there are eight or two halves of ginseng? Ha, that's also my old man's life. But don't call me senior in the future, Wu Song Xiaoyou, An someone to meditate first. When the matter is over, what do you want to ask? I know everything and say everything.

Wu Song turned around and walked to the middle of the field. All this happened so suddenly that everyone looked at himself like a wooden sculpture. Wu Song looked at the sea sand. Her body was no longer withered. She just stood still and looked a little overwhelmed.

"Haisha, will you marry me?" Wu Song asked loudly in the middle of the venue in his calm language. Yes, he couldn't deceive himself. From the first sight of Haisha, he wanted to marry Haisha. Since the hatred has faded and Pan Jinlian has gone far away, why can't she marry Haisha? What if she died once? What if she has secrets?

Who has no secrets? Who is not going to die in the end?