Infinite flow: I have a trick! I have a trick for fighting ghosts

Chapter 130: The Dead Town of Broken Flowers 70 [Love Passes Away]

Zhang Jiaqiao's body trembled uncontrollably. His hollow, lifeless eyes, with only a faint focus, kept mumbling:

"I... I was violated by a hand... The hand climbed up my cheek, went down my throat, slid down my esophagus, and fell into my stomach."

Li Mingjie frowned, his face full of confusion and puzzlement. He scratched his head and said:

"What? Bro, these are all Chinese characters, why can't I understand them when they are put together?"

Wang Jiaxue, who was standing by, frowned slightly and comforted Zhang Jiaqiao softly:

"It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, it's just a copy, you will be fine when we get out."

Whenever Zhang Jiaqiao thought of the icy touch of the hand, sliding across his cheek and drilling into his throat, he couldn't help but feel cold all over and his teeth chattered.

With a creak, the old door slowly opened again.

Zhu Sisi walked in steadily, holding the child's hand.

She glanced at everyone and said calmly:

"The palm in his belly is called the Amitabha Palm. Have you ever been to the Pulian Temple?"

Everyone looked at each other and nodded.

Zhu Sisi nodded slightly and continued:

"If you've been there, it's easy to explain. You probably didn't look closely at the Buddha's palm, did you? In fact, if you look closely, you'll find that one of the Buddha's palms is broken."

"And the hand in his stomach is the missing palm from the Buddha statue."

Nanyu seemed to be thinking about something, and then asked:

"So the Buddha statue is spewing sausage because it's missing this hand, right?"

Zhu Sisi nodded slightly and shook her head.

"Not exactly. Half of it is because I lost this palm, and the other half is because the entire village has been imprisoned and contaminated by the Sophora japonica."

Everyone then suddenly understood the meaning of the puzzling words that Old Lady Liu said when they met her at the Pulian Temple.

"Haven't you been baptized? It's okay, you'll come back."

It turns out that Sophora japonica has been baptizing everyone in secret, constantly deepening their confinement.

Thinking that the copy requires staying for seven days, everyone can't help but feel scared. If they really stay for seven days, they will definitely be completely imprisoned by Huaihua. Even if they complete the task, they may not be able to escape from this horrible copy.

"So what you're saying is that the locust tree at the Qiao residence is imprisoning you, and the locust tree at the Pulian Temple is imprisoning the entire village. So how can we completely eliminate the imprisonment of the locust tree at the Pulian Temple?"

Nanyu asked after thinking for a long time.

Zhu Sisi raised her chin slightly and replied softly, "It's very simple. All we need to do is press the broken palm back onto the Buddha statue."

In this case, Zhang Jiaqiao must not die now.

Everyone decided to carry him to Pulian Temple for a caesarean section and press the severed palm back onto the Buddha statue.

Nanyu's eyes were determined as he began to direct everyone:

"In that case, let's remove the restrictions on the Qiao residence first. Shangguan Qingye and Li Mingjie, you two will support Zhang Jiaqiao..."

"The rest of you, take out all the props you've picked up, follow me to the backyard and throw them into the pit."

Everyone nodded, followed Nan Yu and quickly walked out of the room.

Everyone slowly came to the backyard, their steps a little heavy.

The dug pit was like a silent witness, quietly waiting for what was about to happen.

Zhu Sisi stood beside the crowd, her eyes somewhat empty, her thoughts seemed to drift far away.

Memories of the past came flooding back, but now, all that was left was endless sorrow.

Everyone stepped forward one by one and threw the objects that carried Qiao Yang's love for Zhu Sisi into the pit one by one.

The yellowed diary, the wooden carved figure, the faded childhood knot, the simple and rustic peach wood hairpin, and the letter written by Zhu Sisi herself.

When these things full of love fell into the pit, the once vigorous and well-known beautiful love gradually went out like a candle in the wind and disappeared completely.

The love between Zhu Sisi and Qiao Yang is just as Zhang Jiaqiao said:

"The snow of thousands of years since ancient times is nothing compared to the cold of love."

When you marry, you should marry someone who will love you forever, but the word "love" is the most hurtful.

From mutual affection to mutual dislike, it may not be a matter of time, but of the changing human heart.

After all the objects were thrown into the pit, a golden light suddenly flashed in the pit, as if telling the unwillingness and attachment of the past.

The snow-white locust flowers above my head fell down one after another, like a sad snow.

Soon, the locust flowers covered everything in the pit, as if putting on a layer of plain white mourning clothes for the lost love.

It seems most appropriate to use the pure and sad locust flowers to commemorate the dead love.

The breeze blew gently, and the locust flowers swayed gently, as if singing a dirge for this disappearing love.

It is very good to use locust flowers to commemorate dead love.

Everyone stood there, feeling mixed emotions.

"Everything is gone with the wind, let it go."

Nanyu raised his head slightly and whispered something to the gloomy sky.

At this moment, the atmosphere was as heavy as an impenetrable fog.

Nanyu turned around and looked at Zhu Sisi, who was still standing beside him in a daze, and said softly:

"Okay, now the restrictions on the Qiao residence have been lifted, you can go out."

Zhu Sisi seemed to be pulled back from distant thoughts. She was stunned at first, and then suddenly laughed at herself.

The laughter was low at first, then gradually grew louder, echoing in the empty backyard, carrying with it endless sadness and sorrow.

As she laughed, crystal tears slid from the corners of her eyes, flowed down her cheeks, and dripped onto the ground beneath her feet.

"They are all dead. Who can I seek revenge on? My only relative left in this world is my sister."

Her voice was trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest part of her heart, filled with deep sorrow and unwillingness.

"Okay, in that case, then you can follow us to the Xue family."

Nanyu nodded slightly and said with a firm look. When Zhu Sisi heard the word "Xue family", an unprecedented hatred suddenly burst out in her eyes.

The hatred was like a burning flame, hot and intense.

Everyone in the Qiao family is no longer alive, but this does not mean that everyone in the Xue family has suffered retribution.

Nan Yu looked at Zhu Sisi like this and understood in his heart that since there was no one in the Qiao family for her to avenge, her next target would definitely be the Xue family who had bullied her sister.

Nan Yu sighed inwardly, realizing that he still hated the complicated love, hate, and vengeance in the world even more.

These emotions are like a tangled mess, entangling everyone and making it difficult to break free.

"So should we go to Pulian Temple or the Xue family first?"

Shangguan Qingye frowned and asked

"Well, let's go to the Xue family." Nanyu replied after thinking for a moment.