Chapter 232 Your mother is buried in the back yard
Song Ziyi saw the expressions of the two of them and sneered: "You must be scared now, right?"
"Then I can only blame you for being so ruthless and ruthless in trying to kill me."
"If I hadn't been possessed by evil and fell in front of Master Ye, Master Ye would not have rescued me, and Mr. Lu would not have accompanied Master Ye to Yancheng."
Song Chengrong and Song Li's faces turned dark.
Ye Qingtian's eyes fell on the two of them and said: "Song Ziyi has surveillance evidence that you two pushed his mother downstairs. You two will definitely not be able to escape."
Song Chengrong frowned and said, "Little girl, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately."
"My son and I have never harmed anyone, so please don't spread rumors."
"Even if you are Mr. Lu's lover, I will not let you throw dirty water on us."
Ye Qingtian sneered, looked at the faces of him and Song Li, and said, "I calculated that Song Ziyi's evil possession was related to his mother."
"But his mother has passed away for more than ten years, so I'm still a little confused about how he could be related to his mother."
"Now that I see the faces of you and Song Li, I finally understand what's going on."
Song Ziyi said in confusion: "Master, you said that my being possessed by evil spirits has something to do with my mother? How is this possible?!"
Ye Qingtian glanced at him and said: "It should be Song Chengrong and Song Li who asked the Taoist priests to suppress your mother's flesh and blood and soul, and then fuse your birth date and her flesh and blood together."
"Refining like this day and night, when the time is right, the resentment and yin energy in your mother's bones and blood will eventually turn into evil energy, and you will be absorbed by the evil energy."
"If another month passes, you will definitely have no bones left, and it will be difficult for gods to save you."
When Song Ziyi heard this, he became furious instantly.
In other words, his mother was not buried in peace, but was suppressed by Taoist priests?!
Ye Qingtian said: "Your mother's destiny was originally very good. Her bones, blood and soul will help improve her luck."
"Song Chengrong and Song Li are taking advantage of your mother's luck to keep the Song family prosperous."
Song Ziyi: "..."
His face became ferocious little by little, and there was overwhelming hatred in his eyes.
Even if Song Chengrong and Song Li killed his mother, they still refused to let his mother live in peace after her death!
He stared at Song Chengrong and Song Li, wishing he could rush over to beat their muscles and peel off their skins!
Ye Qingtian said: "Your mother's soul was also suppressed and was refined day and night to extract her luck. I guess her soul won't last long."
"Once her soul flies away, she won't even have a chance to be reincarnated and will completely perish in this world."
"Song Chengrong and Song Li are indeed cruel. They will not let your mother die even if they are dead, and insist on squeezing out the last value of your mother."
Hearing this, Song Ziyi could no longer hold back and rushed towards Song Chengrong and Song Li with his fist.
The first to bear the brunt was Song Chengrong.
Song Ziyi punched his wrinkled face.
"Ah——" Song Chengrong had one of his teeth knocked out, and he fell backwards to the ground, letting out a scream.
Song Ziyi punched Song Li again.
He runs in the wild all year round, so his physical fitness is naturally much better than Song Li, a middle-aged man with a big belly.
After a few punches, Song Li was beaten until he howled.
"You traitor!" Song Li held his head, screaming and cursing angrily, "You actually attacked me and your grandfather, aren't you afraid of retribution?"
Song Ziyi sneered: "Retribution? It's you and Song Chengrong who deserve retribution!"
He continued to raise his fists, wishing to kill Song Chengrong and Song Li to avenge his mother.
The mistresses and illegitimate children next to him became red-eyed when they saw him, but Song Li held his head and screamed in agony, and immediately ran over to help Song Li.
The mistresses rushed to Song Li and shouted softly, "Brother Li, please don't let anything happen to you."
The illegitimate sons surrounded Song Ziyi, seemingly wanting to catch Song Ziyi and beat him.
Ye Qingtian glanced coldly and raised his hand to make a decision.
Several illegitimate children were kicked out before they even met Song Ziyi.
"Ah ah ah -" screams echoed in the room.
Ye Qingtian said calmly: "This is a matter between Song Ziyi and Song Li. None of you should interfere."
The illegitimate children fell to the ground clutching their wounds, not daring to act rashly.
Those mistresses were originally caring about Song Li, but when they saw their son was injured, they all ran back to his son.
Song Li was left to face Song Ziyi's beating alone.
After a while, Ye Qingtian used magic to separate Song Ziyi and said: "Okay, if we fight again, something will happen."
She could understand Song Ziyi's anger, so she didn't stop Song Ziyi from venting his anger on Song Chengrong and Song Li just now.
But it would be bad if someone died.
She placed another calming charm on Song Ziyi: "Calm down first."
Song Ziyi was still angry and kept glaring at Song Li and Song Chengrong fiercely, as if he was about to rush over and beat them up at any time.
Ye Qingtian advised: "The most important thing now is to dig out your mother's bones and blood, let her bury her in peace, and then rescue her soul and let her reincarnate."
Song Ziyi listened to these words.
He tried to calm himself down and said in a deep voice: "You are right, you must save my mother first and help her get revenge!"
Ye Qingtian hummed and said, "Your mother is buried in this villa."
Song Ziyi's eyes widened suddenly.
Song Li and Song Chengrong actually buried their mother in the villa?
You must know that his mother died more than ten years ago, and he, Song Li and Song Chengrong also lived in this villa for more than ten years!
These two beasts... aren't you afraid?!
Aren't they afraid that their mother will come to their door when they wake up from their dreams at midnight?
Yan Qing and others also showed shocked expressions.
Burying people at home is too perverted!
Even the mistresses and illegitimate children were stunned and felt chills running down their backs.
Ye Qingtian said to Song Ziyi: "Your mother is buried in the yard behind."
Before she finished speaking, Song Ziyi had already rushed out.
At this time, Song Chengrong was knocked to the ground by Song Ziyi's punch and finally regained his breath. He immediately ordered the servants at home: "Stop him!"
If Song Ziyi digs out his fucking bones, it will prove his and Song Li's crimes. Of course, he can't let Song Ziyi succeed.
The servant wanted to stop him, but before he could touch Song Ziyi, he was thrown away by Ye Qingtian's magic.
Seeing that she had beaten away the illegitimate children before, and now she had beaten away the servants, Song Chengrong and Song Li finally began to fear her.
Song Chengrong winked at Song Li.
Song Li understood, immediately took out his cell phone, and secretly sent a message to the Tianshi Jiang they invited.
Ye Qingtian naturally could see what he was doing, but did not stop him.
When the Taoist priest comes, she can catch them all in one fell swoop.
At this time, Song Ziyi had already rushed to the backyard.
Ye Qingtian took Lu Cong's hand and said, "Let's go!"
Yan Qing and others quickly followed her.
Seeing this, Song Chengrong said to Song Li with a cold face: "Help me up, let's go take a look too!"
Song Li was beaten so hard by Song Ziyi that his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he could hardly get up.
Finally, with the help of his mistresses, he managed to stand upright and staggered out.
Song Chengrong was helped out by two maids.
Here, Ye Qingtian and his group came to the backyard in great force.
The Song family's villa is a single-family house with a large area. There is a lake, a small bridge and flowing water in the backyard, making it look like a private garden.
Song Ziyi asked anxiously: "Master, my mother... where is she buried?"
Ye Qingtian opened his eyes to him, pointed to the pavilion in the west corner, and said, "Look over there."
Song Ziyi raised his head and looked over.
I saw thick black air surging around the pavilion. The black air spread its teeth and claws, as if it was roaring and accusing Song Chengrong and Song Li of their crimes.