"Mom, sit and don't move around." Chu Yang came to Zhang Yuman and said to Zhang Yuman.

Zhang Yuman's face was stiff and her expression was dull.

Rumble!!!

A deafening thunder sounded.

Zhang Yuman shivered when she heard the thunder, and her arms and legs trembled slightly.

Chu Yang immediately took out a pack of disposable acupuncture needles from his pocket, and clamped nine needles into the sewn of his left finger, and pinched a needle on his index finger and thumb on his right hand.

Swish!

The first needle penetrated Zhang Yuman's acupoints.

Zhang Yuman, who was originally trembling with his hands and feet and his body trembled, seemed to have been immobile as if he had been immobilized.

The second needle...

The third needle...

The fourth needle...

Chu Yang was very fast, and the first six needles in the "Thirteen Instruments of the Ghost Gate" were completed in one go.

Now it is the most critical seventh needle...

The seventh needle is the ghost bed, and it is five points.

Chu Yang held the seventh needle in his hand and stabbed it into Zhang Yuman's acupoint.

Rumble!!!

At this moment, a thunder that shook the world suddenly rang out.

Chu Yang saw a trace of extremely small silver lightning antennae flashing around Zhang Yuman's body.

These extremely small lightning antennae that cannot cause harm to the human body enter Zhang Yuman's body along the needle handle of Zhang Yuman's body.

An extremely faint silver light lit up in Zhang Yuman's body.

Chu Yang glanced at Chu Aimin.

Chu Aimin's eyes were full of worry and no surprise. It seemed that Chu Aimin could not see the strange scene just now, only Chu Yang could see it.

"Dad, come on that piece of paper and a pen." Chu Yang said.

Chu Aimin was stunned. He didn't know what Chu Yang meant, but he didn't ask any more questions. He immediately ran to the study room and walked in with paper and pen.

Chu Aimin handed the paper and pen to Chu Yang.

Chu Yang came to Zhang Yuman with paper and pen in his hand, put the paper and pen on the table in front of Zhang Yuman and said, "No matter if you are a god or a deceased soul, write down your wishes and I can meet your requirements."

"But I have a condition that I have to leave my mother's body."

"If you want, write down your wishes on paper. If you don't want, I will destroy your body and spirit, and your soul will be scattered."

Chu Aimin looked at Chu Yang with a strange look, not understanding why Chu Yang said such inexplicable words.

suddenly.

Chu Aimin widened his eyes and looked at Zhang Yuman.

Zhang Yuman took the pen on the table and started writing on the paper.

Chu Aimin remembers very clearly that Zhang Yuman had never been to school, nor had she ever learned to write, and she couldn't even hold a pen.

But the scene in front of him made Chu Aimin's eyes widen, his scalp numb, and even felt strange.

Zhang Yuman not only knows how to write, but also writes very quickly and smoothly.

Bang!

After writing the characters, Zhang Yuman put the pen in her hand on the table, turned her head and looked at Chu Yang deeply.

Chu Yang picked up the paper on the table and looked at it and said, "Your wish is not a difficult task for me, I promise you."

Chu Yang finished speaking.

Zhang Yuman's body became soft and she was about to spread to the ground like a deflated ball.

Chu Yang grabbed Zhang Yuman.

Chu Aimin also came to help at this time, and the two of them helped Zhang Yuman to the bed.

"Cough cough cough...water...I want to drink water..." Zhang Yuman made a weak voice.

"Okay, okay, I'll pour water right away, I'll pour water." Chu Aimin looked excited and hurriedly poured water.

"Huh? Chu Yang? Why are you back? Aren't you a soldier outside? When did you come back? Don't say hello to your home." Zhang Yuman saw Chu Yang standing in front of the bed, and questions kept popping out of her mouth.

Chu Aimin brought water to Zhang Yuman: "Our son has been back for several days."

"You don't remember what happened these days?"

Chu Yang smiled faintly and said, "Dad, my mother's memory is still three years ago. It is natural that I don't remember what happened in the past three years."

Chu Aimin nodded: "So that's how it is."

"In other words, your mother's memories over the past three years have been blank?"

Chu Yang nodded and said, "It's true."

Chu Aimin smiled and said, "It doesn't matter whether you remember what happened in the past three years, as long as you are fine."

"Maybe your mother doesn't remember what happened in the past three years, which is also a good thing for her."

Chu Yang said, "Dad, you are here to take care of your mother, and I have other things to do."

Chu Aimin waved his hand: "Okay, go and do it."

Chu Yang picked up the paper full of words on the table and walked out.

He came to his room, sat on a stool, and looked at the words written on the paper.

Chu Yangzai carefully read it word by word, muttering to himself: "Officially possessed by my mother's body is a sinister soul that has been dead for five years."

"The name of this wronged soul was Sun Meizhen during his lifetime, and he was also from Shuixi Village."

"According to what she said, she was killed by Wang Dehong."

Chu Yang's face was cold, and his eyes were covered with cold light: "Hmph! It's this Wang Dehong again. This guy is so evil, his hands are covered with life."

"Sun Meizhen has a daughter named Han Qingqing. Han Qingqing was thirteen years old the year when Sun Meizhen was killed, and now Han Qingqing is 18 years old."

"She has two things that I need to do for her, one is to take care of her daughter, and the other is to avenge her."

Chu Yang put away the paper and said in his heart: "These two things are not difficult to do."

"For Sun Meizhen to fulfill these two last wishes, I will completely end the cause and effect with Sun Meizhen. I will not suffer the backlash of the cause and effect of the 'Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate'."

Chu Yang decided to go to Sun Meizhen's daughter Han Qingqing's house first to see how Han Qingqing's life is now.

He came out of his home and ran to Han Qingqing's home.

Han Qingqing's home is on the edge of Yunxi Village, a distance from Chu Yang's home, but it is much closer to Chu Yang's small clinic.

In about ten minutes, Chu Yang came to Han Qingqing's house.

He looked at the house in front of him. The house was dilapidated and dense cracks appeared on the walls, shaking, as if they would collapse at any time.

The house has no courtyard walls, only a circle of fences, and the courtyard gate is woven with branches.

The yard is covered with white-washed clothes. Judging from the appearance and style, it is a girl's clothes.

Chu Yang pushed the yard door and walked in: "Is anyone?"

There was no response or any sound in the room.

Chu Yang shouted again: "Is there anyone at home?"

There was still no movement inside the house.

"Is Han Qingqing not at home?" Chu Yang said in his heart.

"If Han Qingqing is not at home, then I'll come over later." Chu Yang was about to turn around and leave, suddenly he smelled a strong, pungent smell.

"Hmm? What's the smell? It smells so bad!" Chu Yang's face suddenly changed and he rushed into the room.

In the humid and cold room, a young girl was lying on the ground, holding a bottle of drinking pesticide in her hand, foaming at her mouth, her eyes closed and her breathing weakly.
Chapter completed!