Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

After all, among all the people present, only Fang Wushuang and Fang Liang had a causal relationship. It was Fang Liang who harmed people first, so even if Fang Wushuang took action, he would not be condemned by the cause and effect.

He Qingyu didn't say the rest of the words, but Fang Wushuang accurately read them from the other party's thoughts.

"It doesn't matter if the effects of the drug are painful. After this, you won't have another chance for revenge."

Fang Wushuang: "...Okay, I understand." How fresh it is that I can be taught how to take revenge in my lifetime.

Fang Liang, who was being dragged by Lian Lu, finally realized what these people were trying to instigate Fang Wushuang to do.

He looked in disbelief and saw Fang Wushuang actually conjure up a bottle of poison out of thin air and approached him.

"Who the hell are you? Poisoning? You can do this to someone you've never met before. Are you still human?!"

"Fang Wushuang! I am your biological father! You teamed up with outsiders to kill your own father. Aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven and dying without a burial place?!!!"

"What's wrong with being the second prince? It's beyond your reach to ask you to be his concubine. I didn't expect that you, a rebellious girl, not only couldn't understand your father's painstaking efforts, but even had the idea of ​​killing your father."

"A woman's marriage is decided by her parents..."

He struggled and retreated backwards, but Aotian, who was holding his trouser leg in his mouth, seemed to be teasing him. Just as he retreated a little, a hope of survival burst out in his heart, and the next second he was dragged back again.

Until his chin was pinched tightly and the cold porcelain bottle filled with unknown poison was suddenly pressed against his lips, Fang Liang was really panicked.

Knowing that Fang Wushuang really didn't care at all and that he would be branded as a patricide, Fang Liang finally gave up using worldly excuses and began to desperately beg for mercy and play the emotional card.

"Since you don't like the Second Prince, let's forget about this. I will never force you to marry someone I don't like again... Calm down and put this medicine bottle away..."

"I'm sorry, I really know I was wrong. You can tell me what you want... Gurgle Gurgle..."

While he was talking, his throat opened wide and he drank the entire bottle of medicine without reservation.

Shen Zhinian made a comment in response to the situation: "See? A typical villain dies because of talking too much."

Duan Tinghan nodded repeatedly, looking like a student who had learned something.

I’ve heard my senior sister say this before, but this time I’m actually putting it into practice.

It turned out to be the case.

"Ahhhh you guys are a bunch of lunatics! Ugh... cough cough!!!"

The poison took effect very quickly. Fang Liang tried desperately to pick his throat, but the poison absorbed into his body the moment it entered his body. Even when he vomited blood, he didn't get even a trace of it out.

The boiling hot blood surged throughout his body, and by the time Fang Liang came to his senses, he was already bleeding from all seven orifices.

Uncontrollable pain swept through all his thoughts. Until this moment, he clearly felt that death was so clear and terrifying.

"You...will die a miserable death!!!"

No one paid any attention to the lines that went offline, and even Fang Wushuang didn't bother asking him why he couldn't tolerate both her and her brother.

For a selfish loser who can't see how wrong he is until his death, who refuses to repent, and whose cerebral palsy ideas don't seem that important.

Fang Wushuang, on the other hand, was concerned about something else. She also wanted to know what He Qingyu was going to do and whether Fang Liang could really leave the formation.

No matter how many times she tried, or how hard she tried, that invisible transparent barrier would be suppressed by the invisible force.

Even if he struggled to get through, he did not arrive outside the city gate, but passed through the barrier again and was teleported to the starting point.

Thinking of this, Fang Wushuang followed carefully without touching the transparent barrier.

As expected, except for ordinary people who had no causal connection with her and were able to enter and exit on their own, Fang Liang, who was dragged by Aotian, was bounced away just by touching the barrier.

Fang Liang, who was already seriously injured and was poisoned in public, with blood coming out of all his seven orifices, almost performed a scene that chilled him to death.

"..." He Qingyu turned back indifferently and apologized halfheartedly, "Sorry, I forgot about this."

Fang Liang: "You...you guys...Poof!!!"

Fortunately, it was still a long way from ten minutes, so he waved his hand nonchalantly and didn't bother Aotian to go back and drag the person over this time.

I saw a purse embroidered with exquisite spells rising into the air and hovering precisely above Fang Liang. The straps slowly untied, and a bluish-purple light enveloped Fang Liang's whole body. The next second, he was sucked in.

He took back the purse and walked towards the barrier again. Fang Wushuang saw that he had stepped out of the formation without any hindrance.

Then he repeated the operation and released the dying Fang Liang.

Fang Wushuang's face was full of question marks throughout the whole process.

It’s actually… just… that simple…?

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Ten minutes, not long, but also short...but Fang Wushuang felt that it was the longest ten minutes in his life.

"The deceased is Fang Liang."

"Cause of death, sold daughter for fame and fortune and was stabbed through the heart. Merit accumulation, emm... minus 23."

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a rare negative number. You should go to hell to atone for your sins. Then you will be reincarnated as an ox or a horse in your next life. You will work yourself to death and be skinned and sold for meat."

"It's double the amount of pain the children have endured."

At the busy city gate, a man in strange black clothes was standing next to a corpse and muttering something.

He was holding a very thick booklet in his hand. He glanced at the corpse and then shifted his gaze back to the booklet, as if to confirm the information.

Even with such a conspicuous outfit, passers-by walked straight towards him as if they didn't see him. Even though they were about to collide with him, this person remained indifferent.

Sure enough, the next second the pedestrian rushed towards him accurately, but the expected collision sound did not happen. Instead, the pedestrian directly passed through the man in strange clothes and left without any feeling.

The man in strange clothes didn't even raise his head after being walked straight through like that. He slowly turned the booklet to the next page.

"Age of death, 34... uh... 44 huh?!!!"

"What the hell! The age is correct?!"

The man in strange clothes suddenly widened his eyes, and began to look at the corpse on the ground carefully without giving up.

Why did the body of a man who had died ten years ago only appear now? !

and……

It shouldn't have been a sword piercing the heart, but the corpse on the ground clearly died of poisoning!

The man in strange clothes was so frightened by this that he almost suspected that a ghost had been born. No wonder there was something abnormal in the place where souls were collected this time.

Generally speaking, a newly deceased human being cannot directly generate a soul unless he or she has resentment or obsession, let alone have any self-awareness.

The underworld will directly open a tunnel to allow these guided souls to go there on their own, and then line up with the ghost messenger who specializes in classifying souls. They will be classified according to the merits accumulated during their lifetime, and then undergo the cycle of life and death.

There are so many people dying every moment, and they have a limited number of ghost officials. It is not necessary for them to go there in person every time they are in trouble.

The last time I came here, I was a young man who was beaten to death by slaves. He lived a miserable life and was worried about his sister until his death.

Because of his great resentment, the ghost catcher was afraid that he would turn into an evil ghost that eats people's souls, so he was sent by the underworld to capture his soul.