Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

When Madam Hou came crawling over, He Qingyu was watching the live broadcast leisurely.

Those magic weapons left over from the world of immortal cultivation are still somewhat useful. Just inject a little spiritual power into them and you can enjoy the same pleasure as watching TV.

How could he miss such a wonderful murder scene?

Although one of the members involved was his future third apprentice, it didn't matter. Everyone had their own destiny. This was his calamity and he would not allow anyone to interfere.

The marquis's wife ran all the way here, and perhaps because the journey was long and she encountered many thresholds, she fell down in a very miserable state.

In your life, have you ever risked your life for others?

The Marquis’s wife could give an affirmative answer, a little bit, for her unfaithful and unfaithful husband who openly brought his mistress into the house, killed his son with his own hands and left him without any descendants!

The area of ​​the magic weapon's projection screen was too large, and when the Marquis's wife was there, it was difficult for her not to see the repeatedly replayed images.

If it weren't for the fact that the conversation between her and the Marquis of Xicheng in the picture was exactly the same, and the scene when the other party sent her away was not exactly the same, the Marquis's wife would even have mistakenly thought that this was some kind of sorcery.

She seemed to be stunned by this scene. She stood there in a daze, with the scene clearly reflected in her mind.

She saw that Xicheng Hou seemed to have planned it in advance, and he forcibly took the disabled Duan Tinghan away from that place. They found a wooden bridge connecting to another mountain peak without her knowing.

I also clearly heard the conversation that sounded like a self-destruction.

"As long as you live, Zhuo'er will be under threat all the time. Since your fate has been used by Zhuo'er, it no longer belongs to you."

"Don't blame me for being cruel. Blame it on your greed. You refused to leave quietly before your death."

"Since your life was given by the Marquis' Mansion, it doesn't matter if you take it. Go and die."

However, no one expected that when Xicheng Hou stretched out his hand and pushed hard, Duan Tinghan, who always looked harmless, took out an extremely sharp knife from his sleeve and stabbed in one direction with all his strength.

Not only that, he even changed the direction of the knife handle without hesitation, making a big cutting motion, and the whole person disappeared from everyone's sight along with the bloody object.

He Qingyu: "Wow..."

Madam Hou: “!!!”

When Marquis of Xicheng sent his wife away, Duan Tinghan already knew what would become of him. Although he had been treated for his years of frailty, his legs were still unable to walk.

Even if he could, a 14-year-old boy could not defeat Xicheng Hou who was determined to put him to death. Therefore, from the beginning, he had planned to fight back before his death.

The effect is very good, even too good.

Not only was it cut, the object also disappeared at the same time. Otherwise, with the superb medical skills of Sun Moon Valley, it would have been possible to repair it and reassemble it.

He Qingyu slowly held up his stunned chin. For the first time in his life over a hundred years, he felt a little uncertain about his own disciple-absorbing physique.

Starting from the eldest disciple, why are these one by one... emm, their operations are amazing and even terrifying?

He couldn't help but reveal that kind of look that was a mixture of three parts speechlessness, three parts shock, and four parts of "as expected".

As for the Marquis' wife standing beside her, He Qingyu was not very interested in what she was shocked about.

If nothing unexpected happened, all attention would probably be focused on the Marquis of Xicheng, who has no descendants.

Thinking so, it turned out to be true.

Even though she knew that Duan Tinghan had been killed, the Marquis' wife still asked He Qingyu to save Marquis Xicheng, instead of sending anyone to search for Duan Tinghan, who had been pushed off the cliff and whose life or death was unknown.

She knelt down towards He Qingyu in panic, but was stopped instantly by the puppet.

Puppet Man: Moral blackmail or something, dammit!

However, this action made the Marquis' wife mistakenly believe that He Qingyu would not ruin her reputation and that she could still cure the Marquis of Xicheng without him kneeling down and begging for mercy.

Fearing that the other party would have unpleasant emotions and prejudices because Duan Tingzhuo had unilaterally provoked Shen Zhinian a few days ago, Madam Hou decisively began to beg for mercy in a trembling voice.

"Please, please, Master He, as long as you can save my husband, the Marquis' Mansion will pay whatever the medical fee is."

"We have offended Young Master Shen a lot in the past few days. We know we were wrong. Please do not bear grudges. As long as you can save my master, I will ask Zhuo'er to get out of bed and admit his fault to the young master."

Han'er is already in danger, she can't lose Xicheng Hou again, and that fate...

Thinking about the first day they entered the valley, He Qingyu told her the truth. She had more or less guessed it, but who would believe such a vague thing?

Even if I believe it now, just as Marquis Xicheng said, since it has been given to Zhuo'er for so many years and the Marquis's Mansion has long regarded Zhuo'er as the heir, what is the need to take it back?

He had clearly received treatment in Sun Moon Valley and would not die of illness due to weakness, but he insisted on killing Zhuo'er...

Look, the topic really didn't involve his poor third apprentice at all.

He Qingyu said lazily: "It is said that killing someone means paying for one's life. Now your husband is just killing someone to pay for the happiness of the rest of his life. What's the rush?"

How does the saying go?

Oh, Duan Tinghan only lost his life, but Xicheng Hou lost his dignity and happiness as a man!

Since these three disciples were willing to sacrifice their own lives to make Xicheng Hou suffer a fate worse than death, He Qingyu would naturally fulfill his wish.

Needless to say, Sun Moon Valley actually has medical technology that can create something out of nothing. You will just have to spend the rest of your life in vain.

Besides, it wouldn't work, let alone only a small part was cut off. Even if the person had an amputation and received adequate treatment, it wouldn't work.

As long as the person is not dead, it won’t be considered as ruining your reputation.

After thinking about it with evil humor, He Qingyu waved his hand happily and asked the puppet behind him to go and get the person.

He casually gave Madam Hou a word of comfort that was not a comfort: "You won't die, rest in peace...rest in peace."

He paused, then added softly, "As for the apology, perhaps you should think about how to apologize to Duan Tinghan."

His eldest disciple would usually take revenge on the spot if he had a grudge, so going to her repeatedly to show off would only annoy her.

The Marquis's wife now felt guilty for no reason whenever she heard Duan Tinghan's name. After all, she had tacitly consented to this situation.

She lowered her eyes, her voice choked with sobs: "We will bury him properly..."

"Dad, we are back!"

Before the Marquis's wife could finish her words of guilt, a clear voice sounded from the doorway.

What followed was the sound of a wheelchair being pushed.

The sound of the wooden wheel rolling gradually approached, and the marquis's wife seemed to be frightened and stood there. The horrible speculation rising in her heart made her dare not look back for a while.

It was as if a ghost appeared behind me, wanting to take my life.