Zhao An panicked and searched all over the house, and finally found a letter on He Niang's dressing table.
When he hurried to the place in the letter, He Niang and the child were being tightly tied together and thrown on a big stone.
He was about to step forward to save He Niang and the child, but was blocked by Mo Yan's spell.
"Who, who is it? Who dares to hurt my children and my wife." Zhao An's eyes were red, and there were traces of strange patterns on his face that resembled vines.
Li Muge appeared out of thin air in front of He Niang. Without saying a word, he lifted up a large vat of oil and poured it on He Niang and the child without hesitation.
"No, you can't. I beg you, brother, don't hurt my wife and children."
Zhao An guessed what Li Muge was going to do. He knelt on the ground, trembling all the time, and kept kowtowing to Li Muge.
The life he had now was his dream. He finally got it and he could never lose it again.
No, absolutely not.
Mother He loved him.
He also loves He Niang.
Two people who love each other have to go through a lot of hardships and hardships.
"Husband, come and save me and the child, husband." He Niang shouted hoarsely and begged Zhao An for help: "Husband, come and save me, the child is still so young, he can't die!"
Li Muge stood against Mo Yan's body, his face cold, and the cinnabar on his forehead was extremely conspicuous.
She threw the porcelain jar on the ground.
It was smashed in front of Zhao An, and a fierce flame condensed in Li Muge's palm.
When Zhao An saw it, his pupils tightened: "No, no, no, please, please, please let my mother He go."
Li Muge was unmoved. She glanced at Mo Yan who was hiding in the dark, fluttered her eyelashes, and threw her palms down, instantly igniting He Niang and the child.
"No, no!" Zhao An watched in agony as his lover and child died in front of his eyes. He was so painful that he almost suffocated.
In the raging flames, He Niang hugged the child tightly and screamed in pain.
Li Muge smiled: "Zhao An, you are just a loser. Don't you love He Niang very much? Why, you can't even protect your wife and children."
"No, it's not like this. This is not how it is." Zhao An held his head, memories confused in his mind.
He tried his best to gather his ghost power and rushed towards Li Muge. In his eyes, it was this man who ruined his dream life.
Li Muge released his spiritual consciousness and fought with Zhao An in the air.
Mo Yan gathered his magic power and took advantage of Zhao An's mental confusion to tear the barrier in the air.
Mo Yan's voice was almost healed, and he tried to summon Li Muge's natal spirit.
Time waits for no one, as long as Zhao An's self-consciousness casts doubt on his memory, he will have a chance to escape.
Mo Yan concentrated his mind, and his forehead glowed with a faint golden light.
A snow-white dragon appeared in front of him.
Mo Yan grabbed the dragon's horn and climbed onto the dragon's back.
He controlled the dragon to fly to Li Muge and stretched out his hand to her: "Li Muge, the time is up, let's leave quickly."
"Yeah, okay." Li Muge didn't have time to think about how Mo Yan could control a dragon, so she put her hand on Mo Yan.
Mo Yan retracted his arm, and Li Muge sat behind Mo Yan.
In the black barrier space, a white dragon soars in the sky.
The torn space emerges and emits a faint light.
"I want to leave, but it's impossible. You two bastards will give my wife and children their lives." Zhao An raised his hand, his palm facing the crack.
Prepare to use ghost power to repair this crack so that Li Muge and Mo Yan can't escape.
"Husband." Mother He's gentle voice sounded behind Zhao An.
Zhao An turned around in disbelief.
"Mother He, why are you alive? Didn't you burn to death already?"
Zhao An held his head: "Where is the child? How is the child?"
He suddenly flew to He Niang's side and hugged He Niang tightly: "Where are the children? He Niang, I will take you away from here, and our family will live a peaceful life."
He Niang smiled: "Husband, before you do this, would you like to take a look at my face?"
Zhao An let go of He Niang in confusion and focused his gaze on He Niang's face.
He Niang smiled softly, and then the skin on her face began to fall off, and blood kept oozing from her eyes.
"What, what's going on, He Niang, how did you become like this?" Zhao An pressed his head, and the scene when he killed He Niang with his own hands appeared in his memory.
But he didn't want to believe it, and even blamed everything on Li Muge and Mo Yan.
"It's all them, that damn pair of bitches. It's not them who killed you. Mother He, our family of three will definitely still live happily together."
Mother He shed tears of blood.
"Zhao An, you are a beast. You always only want to believe what you want to believe. You never care about what others want."
He Niang approached Zhao An step by step with a dagger in her hand: "Zhao An, have you and I really fallen in love?"
"Is it the real me you fell in love with?"
"Is this still the mother you made up?"
"No, we are in love. He Niang is the one you keep saying you like." Zhao An's mind seemed to explode, and the scene of meeting He Niang flashed through his mind.
When He Niang and Li Muge used the cruelest pain to break Zhao An's fantasy.
Only then did Zhao An realize that in his memory...
He and He Niang never exchanged more than ten words.
But in his memory, where did his beautiful memories with He Niang come from?
"No, it's impossible. Mother He, you like me. You don't like my face, it's all because of my face. Now that my face is healed, you can like me."
"Mother He, can we go back to the way we were before?" Zhao An knelt on the ground, broke down and cried, begging in a pleading tone.
He Niang always felt ironic in her heart.
"Zhao An, you keep saying you love me, but you ruin my reputation. You will always only believe in everything you imagine."
He Niang gritted her teeth with hatred. She had been harmed by such a person all her life. She was not willing to accept it. If she was really the heartless person who abandoned him cruelly as Zhao An said.
Then she admitted it, but she didn't, she didn't do anything.
Zhao An, this disgusting man, always puts himself in the position of the weak.
to slander others.
He Niang lifted her hair and suddenly plunged the dagger into Zhao An's chest.
This dagger has a spell that can kill ghosts.
"Zhao An, think about it again, did we ever really love each other?"
"No, no, but He Niang, I really like you." Zhao An raised his hand, wanting to touch He Niang's body for the last time.
He Niang kicked Zhao An away. The crack widened and the sun shone on He Niang's body.
She finally found relief.
The soul dissipates in the sun.
"No, Mother He." Zhao An fell to the ground, and the spell had begun to take effect.
Purple flames burned within his body.
He fell to the ground, his eyelids drooping: "I'm sorry, if Mother He has an afterlife, I will definitely make it up to you."