"But you have no relevant memory?" After hearing the content related to reasoning, Maple Sugar stepped forward.
"I didn't kill anyone..." Meng Zecheng shook his head in vain, "That's not me. I know, I didn't kill anyone..."
Xiaolan turned back to look at the Taoist priest, "Could that man in black be the King of Gods?"
The Taoist priest shrugged.
No one here has seen Wang Shen.
"After that person appeared, I obviously felt that I had lost a lot of time..." Meng Zecheng said with blank eyes.
Maple Sugar frowned, "What do you mean?"
"I often get... stunned," Meng Zecheng said. "When I come back to my senses, a long time has passed, and it's getting longer and longer..."
This is because Meng Fuling is occupying your body, silly thing.
Xiaolan said nothing.
"You..." the Taoist priest finally said, "You have gone to see Wu Ren."
right!
Wu Ren and Bao Baobao said that they were the ones Meng Fuling made his wish to at the beginning. After they were rejected, he went to Wangcheng.
"They... didn't agree to my request," Meng Zecheng's voice lowered, "That's why I made a wish to the King God. I shouldn't... I should have known... I shouldn't..."
Seeing that he was in an abnormal state, Xiaolan hurriedly said, "It's not your fault." After saying this, she regretted it.
In the final analysis, all of this started because of this wish.
Regardless of whether it was out of Meng Zeben's wishes or not, he was indeed the source of everything.
The fool ducked beside the Taoist priest and asked quietly, "What should we do? Shall we go down? Should we take him with us?"
The Taoist priest expressed with his eyes that of course it was impossible, and asked him to choose his words and think about how to refuse.
The fool nodded in relief.
Meng Zecheng's lips opened and closed, muttering "I shouldn't, I shouldn't, I was wrong..." over and over again, and his head lowered lower and lower.
Feng Tang whispered Meng Zecheng's story to Yue Yue San and Bai Su. When they heard that this was also a silly child who made a wish to be resurrected after losing his family, they immediately felt pity and came to Meng Zecheng's side and patted his shoulder.
.
"I understand, I understand, our parents are no longer here, we understand that feeling..."
But something unexpected happened at this time.
Meng Zecheng's head was so low that his expression could not be seen.
The surroundings that had been silent all this time suddenly heard a deafening loud noise.
"Boom!—Boom!—Boom!—"
It's a bell.
The sound of the bell was so loud that they thought they were inside the bell at the moment.
Xiaolan was shocked by the sound at that moment. After shaking her head to recover, she suddenly remembered what happened when the bell rang last time. She reached forward with both hands and pushed away February and March, who was covering his ears.
.
The bell stopped.
The lingering sound is still surrounding.
The muttering in Meng Zecheng's mouth disappeared.
Head down.
Xiaolan pushed February and March to lean back.
"You are finally here." A familiar voice came from Meng Zecheng's position.
He moved.
Like a puppet being manipulated, Meng Ze suddenly raised his chin, closed his eyes tightly, and turned pale. The next second, he fell straight forward.
thump!
Meng Zecheng, who was unconscious, fell to the ground.
Behind him, a figure exactly like him slowly walked out of the darkness.
"Do you know how long I have been waiting for you?"
This is Meng Fuling's voice.
Xiaolan finally knew what would happen when the bell rang.
"I see," Xiaolan snorted coldly, "We have been waiting for you for a long time."
Actually it doesn't.
Especially now that Lao Luo and the others have left, I feel very unsure.
We can only place our hope in the Taoist priest.
Meng Fuling crossed her arms and looked at her with a playful expression, "Are you waiting for me to kill you again?"
February and March cast curious glances at me.
Xiaolan cleared her throat, feeling very embarrassed.
"I understand," the Taoist priest actually smiled, his voice still as steady as before, "Only after we deal with you can we see Wang Shen, right?"
Meng Fuling's expression was a little stiff.
"I've seen you."
"Of course you have seen me," the Taoist priest had already protected everyone behind him, "I also know that you were responsible for the killings. You took over Meng Zecheng's living body and made him suffer the pain of killing.
The sense of torn between good and evil forced Meng Zecheng gradually into a desperate situation. You completed the purpose of sacrificing the girl, and you also got another body to take advantage of. It was you who took advantage of Meng Zecheng's wish and turned him into a serial killer."
After Meng Fuling listened patiently, she glanced at Meng Zecheng on the ground with contempt and said, "One thing, you guessed wrong."
"oh?"
"Meng Zecheng, he has always known about our existence," Meng Fuling raised his chin as if he had succeeded, "This is all his own choice."
"You guys?" Maple Sugar discovered the blind spot, "You're not the only one?"
Meng Fuling's eyes were like needles piercing her.
The next second, he disappeared from the spot.
Xiaolan immediately remembered his ability, turned around and ran in the direction of Maple Sugar.
"Maple Sugar be careful! He will..."
Maple Sugar stood there blankly, a black shadow slowly appeared behind his neck.
"Maple sugar!"
A fool rushed over like an arrow, first fanned Maple Sugar aside, then stepped firmly with his left foot, raised his right foot high, and kicked Meng Fuling in the head.
"Crack!"
Meng Fuling grabbed the fool's ankle.
Click...
The faint sound of broken bones penetrated Xiaolan's ears.
"Stand still! Go!"
A golden light flashed in the Taoist priest's hand. Meng Fuling grinned and turned his head to avoid the flying amulet. However, the smile did not last for a few seconds. The Taoist priest had already flown behind him and waited, tying up another golden talisman.
It actually hit the back of his head.
"Broken - explode!"
Meng Fuling let go of the fool's ankle and jumped away.
The fool lay down directly on the ground, gritted his teeth and rolled twice. Qin Yinbaomu shouted and rushed over. A layer of cold sweat oozed from the fool's forehead, but he did not say a word.
"Steady Rock Thunder!"
Golden light and blue light exploded on Meng Fuling's head at the same time.
Maple Sugar blocked February and March behind him, and rushed over to check on the fool's injuries.
Bai Su quickly ran to Xiao Lan's side, and his fellow Taoist leader assumed a fighting posture like Xiao Lan.
"Hehehe..."
A sneer.
Xiaolan's back felt cold, and she raised her hand to summon the branch-shaped spirit-locking whip.
The ashes dispersed, leaving Meng Fuling unscathed.
"It seems that the food I ate this time is good..." Meng Fuling lowered his head and looked at his body with satisfaction, then raised his head and said to them, "You can try a few more moves to see if you can hurt me."
Something to eat?
Xiaolan suddenly remembered something and couldn't help feeling nauseous.
Meng Fuling has obviously become stronger.
The people in the royal city have their own unique method of strengthening, which is to use the Death Prison to devour the spiritual tides of other superpowers.
He ate other people's power and other people's lives.
So, he became stronger.
"nausea!"
Xiaolan raised the spirit-locking whip and aimed it at his chest.
"Spiritual Needle Detective!"
It didn't hit him crookedly, and the light spot exploded on his chest.