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Yan Wanxi slapped the skull on the ground to pieces.
The next moment, all the scenes in front of them disappeared.
When they opened their eyes again, they had returned to the "Jade" restaurant.
It¡¯s just that this time, there is another ghost beside them, the Sheng family.
"Mom" Lin Chun was finally able to talk to his mother.
"Chun'ermy Chun'er has grown so big. Mom is sorry for you. Mom is sorry for you!" Mrs. Sheng said and started to cry.
Seeing them like this, Yan Wanxi couldn't bear to interrupt them, but she still bit the bullet and said, "Well, let's go back first. It's really inconvenient here."
Because although the resentment in Sheng's body has been dissipated, most of the yin energy in her body has just been consumed.
It would be daybreak again at this time. If the sun was still shining on her at this time, she would be in danger of being saved.
Xing Zhimo also looked at Lin Chun and said, "Let's go back first."
Lin Chun naturally knows this truth, but he really wants to talk to his mother more, but thinking about it, when his mother gets better, he will have plenty of time in the future.
"Then there is Master Lao Yan." Lin Chun cupped his hands towards Yan Wanxi.
Yan Wanxi smiled, without saying anything, and directly put Sheng into the soul-collecting talisman.
Several people returned to Dali Temple.
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Fang San clutched his chest, looking at the shattered formation in front of him, and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.
At this moment, a black cat walked behind him with graceful steps.
When the black cat saw the blood he spat on the ground, he walked towards the blood slowly and stretched out his tongue to lick it.
As if he had tasted something delicious, he let out a satisfied "meow" in his throat.
When Fang San saw this scene, his eyes turned red. He grabbed the black cat and threw it outside.
The black cat seemed to have known that he would have such a reaction. It spun in mid-air, put one of its paws on the branch, and hung there steadily.
A pair of round eyes stared straight at Fang San, and said like a provocation: "Meow"
Fang San was so angry that he reached out to pick up the teapot beside him and smashed it in the direction of the black cat: "Get out!"
The black cat jumped up, glanced at him disdainfully, and walked out with elegant steps again.
Fang San was slumped on the ground, with all the ferocious expression on his face fading away, leaving only a cold look.
He looked at the things on the table coldly, and immediately sneered, "Yan Wanxi, Xing Zhimo, I will definitely kill you."
The cold wind outside the window made the window bang.
The next moment, it started to rain.
Fang San walked to the window and opened the half-closed door.
Just looking at the rain outside the window, the winter rain, mixed with the north wind, hit his face. It should have been extremely cold and stinging, but he seemed not to feel it and allowed the wind and rain to hit him. Looking at his face.
He looked out at the rainy night as if it was the day he lost his family.
It was also on that day that the master rescued him and took him home.
However, when he thought about it carefully at this time, would he be like those children?
How did his family members die? Was he really in trouble?
The master told him that his father was a very powerful illusion master, and he also inherited this ability from his father.
Fang San raised his eyes to look at the sky, falling into deep contemplation. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com