Chapter 159 Relics
Chu Lian's heart was lifted, and she looked at Song Dongming with a smile on her face, "Then why don't you——"
"I regret not believing Juan'er. She told me that you were a witch." Song Dongming's smile was stiff, and he looked at him in shock. Song Dongming smiled and looked at Chu Lian's stunned expression, and nodded, "Yes, Juan'er knew that her sudden illness was caused by you. She often told me that you were a witch." "It was the ones who were responsible for her condition, but I didn't believe her. I mean who would believe it? Black magic? Witches? This is something that no one would believe, but," he shook his head and sighed, full of sadness and regret. "But now I'm locked up here by you, for your witchcraft, and I can't help but regret that I didn't believe my wife when she told me that you were a witch."
Chu Lian's face froze with every word Song Dongming said. She pressed a handkerchief to her nose, breathing heavily, and stared at him. "Well, if you miss your dear Juan'er, then you can look at the moon outside the window and spend the rest of your life here. Don't say I didn't give you a chance!" After saying that, she turned and walked towards the stairs. However, just as she was climbing up - Song Dongming stopped her from behind. "Juan'er will never forgive you, Chu Lian."
Hearing his words, she paused and turned to look at him. Song Dongming looked at her with a wild look in his eyes, "She will definitely come to find you. My Juan'er is like this, she holds a strong sense of vengeance. I'm afraid your good days are over. "It will be over soon. "
"What will she do then?" Chu Lian pretended to be brave on the outside, but she was not bluffing on the inside. Everyone could see how hard she was gritting her teeth. "When her soul is locked by me? How will she seek revenge? Will she send a ghost friend to hunt me down?"
Song Dongming was not angry at all for her question. Instead, he looked at her with a sinister smile and simply uttered two words, but these two words were enough to give her goose bumps.
As soon as Chu Lian got in the car, she found herself covered in cold sweat, and breathing was much more difficult than when she stepped into the abandoned house. She patted her face with the back of her hand to wipe off the sweat. Is there anything she can do? Song Dongming couldn't possibly know what he was talking about. Maybe he just wanted to scare her - because if Wei Juan'er's soul broke through the soul-binding formation, she would definitely catch up, but it clearly hadn't yet, doesn't that mean she is still trapped in the formation?
When the engine made a low rumble, she suddenly started the engine of the car and jumped up. Her fingers unconsciously stiffened on the steering wheel, and she looked back, there was nothing but wilderness - although when she found out that Song Yan hired people to break the robbery formation, she did have this thought in her mind, but then she erased the thought. After all, the master said that only extremely high-level soul masters could break through the fighting spirit field formed by Wei Juaner's soul around the grave where they marked the formation.
And it won’t break down that easily. That’s what she thinks and believes.
She has seen Wei Juan’s grudges, and if her soul is to be freed from the formation, she will definitely catch up with her, and she is even ready... Wei Juan did not come to save her life, doesn’t it mean that her soul is still trapped?
But why did Song Dongming say such a thing?
"Really?" Thinking of Song Dongming's words, Chu Lian got goose bumps all over her body. She thought she had thought it through, but now - she couldn't help but feel a little scared. Although she was ready to die, no one would want to die if they really did. Thinking of Song Dongming's words, she couldn't help but think of calling her master back as soon as possible.
Because she really needed to check the tomb, otherwise she would be driven crazy. At the same time, she also needed to find a master who could help Song Yan, so that she would feel at ease.
Song Yan sneezed, closed the book he got from the sinful soul, rubbed his nose, and thought: "Who missed me at such a strange time?"
She glanced at the French window and shook her head. It was seven o'clock in the evening, and she couldn't think of anyone who would remember her at this moment. Even Mr. Ou wouldn't miss her because she told him that she would arrive at his house at around four in the morning, when the power of the vengeful spirits was the weakest.
"Maybe it's your husband." Fang Yanli crossed her legs, clasped her hands behind her head, and floated on the roof. "This guy hasn't had a wife for eight years. Maybe he just thought of you because he didn't see you this morning."
Song Yan rolled his eyes, picked up the book from the bedside, and threw it to Fang Yanli, who caught it easily like a devil. She raised the book in her hand, flipped through it, and asked, "So, what is this?"
"This is a relic of a demon cultivator." Song Yan looked at the book with a disgusted look on her face. "It's like a holy book to us."