Chapter three hundred and seventh injustice but seven
I straightened my composure, took out a red thread from my backpack, tied it to Wan Chen's middle finger, and tied the other end to my own middle finger, and then started to observe Wan Chen. After a few minutes, his face gradually became ugly.
The corners of his mouth kept twitching, and a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.
I hurriedly cut my middle finger and dropped a drop of blood into his mouth, and then soaked the red line between me and him with the blood. The middle finger connected to the heart, and the blood connected to the middle finger. At this moment, I had the same soul as others. This is what I used to do.
Excellent soul-matching technique!
I slowly closed my eyes and began to feel everything he felt...
In a dark space, surrounded by black boards, it looked like a closed house. Not far from me, a man in a suit and leather shoes stood motionless with his back to me.
It was Wan Chen.
I slowly walked up to him, and he couldn't sense my existence at all, because I am an ideological existence myself.
His face was pale, and his eyes were staring straight ahead. Following his eyes, I was immediately stunned.
Opposite him stood a man with a stooped back and a white cloth on his head. This man was wearing a red-colored shroud with loose trouser legs and sleeves. His exposed arms and hands were not only livid, but also
Dry and thin, the shroud looks very ill-fitting...
This should be the uncle Wan Chen talks about.
At this time, the old man stood there and kept waving to Wan Chen. Wan Chen still stood there at first with a very resistant expression, but he didn't last long and slowly walked over. I followed him closely.
behind...
When Wan Chen came to the old man, the old man suddenly began to make vigorous gestures with his hands, one after another, and it looked like he was writing something...
His movements were very big, and his body swayed back and forth according to the movements in his hands. He looked very excited. I stared at his hands and tried to remember the movements in his hands as much as possible.
The more I looked at it, the more frightened I became. Although his hand kept writing, I found that he was writing certain words repeatedly.
I don't know how much time passed, but the old man slowly lowered his hand, and his figure became lighter and fainter, until he finally disappeared. Wan Chenzui felt as if he was electrocuted, and his body swayed suddenly and disappeared.
There was a red thread in his and my hands, and our souls were connected, so naturally we gradually lost consciousness.
When I opened my eyes again, I found that Wan Chen had also woken up. His eyes were a little dull and his whole body was soaked with sweat.
"how's it going?"
Seeing me waking up, Yunfei hurriedly came over and asked.
"I know what his uncle wrote."
As soon as these words came out, Wan Chen, whose eyes were dull, immediately became energetic.
"Then tell me quickly, what did my uncle write?"
I took a deep breath, stood up and walked to his desk, picked up a pen and wrote four words on the paper:
"No more injustice than seven!"
"No more than seven wrongs? What does this mean?" Wan Chen asked doubtfully.
Without waiting for my answer, Yunfei clicked a comma on the paper and said:
"This is what your uncle wants to express."
At this time, the words on the paper "No more than seven injustices" have been changed to "No more than seven injustices."
I said calmly:
"That's right, if I guess correctly, your uncle wants to tell you that his death was very unjust, and you must not overdo it! This is exactly... injustice, but no more than seven!"
"Not even the first seven? How is that possible?! Even if I don't do it for him, my elder brother will definitely do it for him."
"Your eldest brother? Which eldest brother?" I turned around and asked.
"He is my uncle's son, his name is Wan Liang, and he also lives in that old house."
Without waiting for me to ask, he continued:
"My eldest brother is a simple and honest man. He doesn't fight or rob, and he is very timid. He has not married even in his forties. He has always lived with my uncle and aunt. Because my eldest brother is withdrawn and timid, the family does not let him take care of my uncle's affairs.
funeral."
"Solitary and timid..."
I whispered,
"No matter what, since your uncle has locked his soul with the wronged soul clasp and risked not being reincarnated to tell you these four words in a dream, there must be something wrong. Don't waste any more time. We must do it before tonight
Rush to the old house."
Because I didn’t know what I would encounter this time, I decided to go back to Yinghun Hall to make some preparations and talk to the master about it. Maybe he would have some good suggestions.
After returning to the Soul-Yining Hall, I told the whole thing to Master. After Master listened, he paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back and a solemn expression, muttering those four words in his mouth, "You can't be wronged more than seven times."
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"The first seven ghosts are the days when the ghost of the deceased returns home to visit his relatives, and then he will be reincarnated. Does this old man not want to go past the first seven, does it mean that he does not want to be reincarnated?"
I analyzed.
The master shook his head,
"It's not that simple. I'm afraid this matter has nothing to do with the dead, but has something to do with the living..."
"Related to living people? What does this mean?" I looked at Master in confusion.
"Master, I can't figure it out at the moment. Anyway, when you go to Wanjia's old house this time, you must not reveal your identity as a mage in advance. Only in this way can you see the truest situation."
I nodded, thinking what Master said made sense.
Master glanced at me, then pulled out a wooden box from under the bed, rummaged through the wooden box to find a cloth bag and handed it to me.
"This is for you, open it and take a look..."
A thought occurred to me, the thing Master gave me must not be a mortal thing, so I hurriedly opened the cloth bag and took out the contents. I was stunned when I saw it...
