After Wei Linchen left, Qin Ruan walked to the little girl, bent down and reached out to gently touch her head.
Because she was pregnant, she couldn't bend down for a long time. She only touched the other person's hair with her palm and quickly stood up straight.
Qin Ruan looked down at the other person from a high position, 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 provoke the killing again, your soul will really fly into oblivion.
The little girl sitting on the ground suddenly raised her head, her bloody eyes staring at Qin Ruan coldly.
¡°I can¡¯t let it go, I¡¯ll never let it go!¡±
She looked paranoid and hateful, wishing to die together with all the creatures around her.
Qin Ruan pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.
When she knew that these dead souls were being manipulated by Huang Jueshu to hurt people, she was still hesitating whether to let them die or send them to the underworld.
Now she only has one thought, to send all these poor souls to the underworld.
The six paths of reincarnation, whether they will be thrown into the three good paths or the three evil paths next, is their fate.
There is a saying that goes well: Don¡¯t persuade others to do good unless they have suffered.
She can sympathize with these dead souls, or she can give them a chance.
But we are not qualified to judge what they did.
Qin Ruan murmured softly: "I will always let it go."
She turned around to look at the hundreds of dead souls lying on the ground behind her.
These puppets lose their evil spirit, their power is greatly reduced, and their lethality is reduced by half.
As time goes by, they will eventually be unable to escape the fate of turning into bones.
She is not the savior of these people, nor is she the executioner who harvests their souls.
Qin Ruan came late.
The only thing she can do now is to send them to the underworld to be judged by the Tenth Hall of Hell.
Qin Ruan closed his heavy eyes and slightly opened his red lips: "The Tenth Palace of Yama teaches me how to kill ghosts, and my gods will drive me to kill. How can the gods not subdue, and how can ghosts dare to do it? The Tenth Palace of Yamas are as urgent as laws and orders to punish evil spirits. !¡±
Deep black mist poured into the woods instantly, and the sound of heavy chains sounded from the darkness.
"Miss Qin."
??A voice as cold as ice, with a submissive voice.
Qin Ruan opened his eyes, his deep eyes staring at the messenger from the underworld in front of him.
This time it was not black and white envoys, but more than a dozen ordinary envoys.
There were too many envoys coming up, as if they knew the mission was heavy.
Qin Ruan frowned slightly and spoke slowly: "Take these dead souls into the underworld."
"yes!"
The envoy standing in front of him noticed that Qin Ruan was in a bad mood and did not disturb him too much.
All the messengers divided their work and got busy.
The soul-locking chain tied up one dead soul after another.
Qin Ruan looked back, and saw the little girl sitting on the ground behind him, her eyes dull with blood, and her eyes fell on the busy messengers from the underworld around her.
She was pale and confused.
It was like someone gave her a delicate and valuable rag 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 felt empty and depressed.
She said softly: "Follow them. I will avenge you. As for the murder you committed, the underworld will judge you."
The little girl was like a puppet whose strings had been pulled away. Her expression was dull and she looked up at Qin Ruan.
There was blood mist in her eyes: "Forty-six years, eight months and three days, why didn't you show up earlier?"
There is a hint of childish stubbornness in the slightest complaint.
Qin Ruan just stared at her expressionlessly without saying a word.
Tears flowed from the little girl¡¯s bloody eyes.
Tears of blood dripped onto the ground one after another.
She cried silently, so sad, mournful and desperate.
Blood and tears fell from the little girl's eyes like a flood that burst the embankment.
From beginning to end, she didn¡¯t cry too loudly.
The little girl is not the first victim, but she is the one who is most harmonious with Huangjueshu's body.
When she was refined into a puppet, she suffered much more pain than other dead souls.
Qin Ruan suddenly felt that her previous life was not too miserable.
There are many people in this world?Having a bad life.
There are always people suffering pain and hardship in unknown corners.
They have no chance to struggle and can only wait for death.
What a lonely death
Qin Ruan doesn¡¯t want to continue thinking about it, as she is always sentimental during pregnancy.
She brushed away all the thoughts in her mind, narrowed her eyes, took a deep look at the little girl, and turned to leave.
With a decisive back and aloofness, he possesses a powerful and oppressive aura that makes people long for him.
Qin Ruan penetrated the black fog and saw Lin Hao, Wei Linchen and the Huo family's secret guards standing outside the black fog.
Wei Linchen was talking to someone on the phone when he saw Qin Ruan walking out of the dark fog and said to the other person on the phone: "You go back to the dormitory first, I'll go back soon."
After saying that, he hung up the call.
Wei Linchen walked quickly towards Qin Ruan: "Has everything been solved?"
Qin Ruan¡¯s delicate face turned green: ¡°Not yet.¡±
"The evil done by Huang Jueshu cannot be solved so easily.
The main body has escaped, but she will always find the other party.
¡°After all, this matter is inextricably involved with Lingfeng and Eucalyptus globulus.
Wei Linchen also knew that Huang Jueshu himself had escaped, and he guessed that Qin Ruan would not give up.
"My assistant found out something about the six dead people in the school and the origin of the yellow jue 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 Huangjue tree just now, she did not see Cheng Xuelan's puppet body.
She suspected that the girl might be 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 of people left the grove and headed to the artificial lake.
No one looked back at the thick black fog behind them.
Inside, hundreds of innocent souls were freed, leaving only the ruined mess and wreckage.
This is a brutal killing that has been imprisoned for hundreds of years.
Oti 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 cooler the atmosphere becomes.
That is the chill that invades the bone marrow and penetrates into the human body at an extremely fast speed.
Even through clothes, there is no way to resist the invasion of the cold air.
Wei Linchen¡¯s coat sleeves were rubbed with dirt before, so he rolled them up.
The cold air penetrated into the bone marrow, and he ignored the mysophobia and put down his sleeves again.
He frowned and complained loudly: "With such heavy Yin Qi, are you sure there is only one dead soul in the artificial lake?"
Qin Ruan stared at the center of the lake not far away, and said in a low voice: "No more."
She had already seen six human heads emerging from the water in the middle of the lake, all of them men with short hair.
Their faces were blue and white, their hair was wet, and their dark eyes were staring at them closely.
The lake is filled with the smell of rotting corpses.
Lin Hao, who was rowing, suddenly stopped moving.
Qin Ruan looked at the other party.
Lin Hao stared straight at the six heads in the center of the lake, his Adam's apple rolling constantly due to nervousness and fear.
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