Metaphysics Reborn: My rules are rules

Heavy rain poured down, and thunder split the dark sky, followed by a roaring muffled thunder.

Like the dancing silver snake, the lightning illuminates the world and returns to silence for a moment.

Longquan Villa no longer has the bright lights of the past, and the cold wind pours in through the cracks in the door, picking up the fallen leaves on the ground, causing the branches to sway and the shadows to sway, like a demon roaring.

There were only a few dim lights on in the dark basement, and the lights glowed yellow, illuminating the rows of torture instruments.

"tick, tick"

Maybe it was raining too hard and there was water. The water dripped down the cracks into the basement. The sound of water dripping was particularly weird in the empty basement.

Suddenly a low, hoarse laugh drowned out the weird sound of dripping water, followed by another shrill female voice, angry and angry: "Ye Yuran, you are still acting so condescending! What qualifications do you have?"

There was a thin woman sitting in the corner of the basement. Her hair was messy and her face was pale. Her legs were ulcerated and exuded a stench. She had large and small whip marks on her body and her flesh and blood were blurred. She looked up. Looking at the brightly dressed woman in front of him.

Her lips were white and peeling due to lack of water, and her voice was hoarse. Even so, she still had a smile on her face.

"Song, Qing, Qing, my dear—little mother?"

"Pa" Song Qingqing raised her hand and slapped Ye Yuran, "Shut up! I am now the head wife of the Jiang family, and I have nothing to do with your Ye family for a long time."

Ye Yuran was hit and tilted her head. A blush appeared on her pale face, which was already swollen from being slapped. There was also a trace of blood on the corner of her mouth. She licked the blood and laughed again.

"If I remember correctly, the head of the Jiang family is already half dead? Tsk, tsk, tsk, Song Qingqing, Song Qingqing, you are really - cheap."

"Snapped"

Another slap.

Song Qingqing blushed and gritted her teeth: "Ye Yuran! Keep your mouth clean. Do you still think you are the proud son of heaven and everyone is surrounding you? The Ye family has fallen, and you have nothing to do with it." no!"

She rolled up her sleeves, revealing a black scorpion mark the size of her thumb.

"You Ye family are stingy and don't want to hire a protector for me, but the Jiang family is willing. Look, how beautiful she is!"

Then Song Qingqing recited a curse, and the black mark moved. After a while, it actually turned into a living scorpion. The scorpion was completely black and shiny with oil. It slowly climbed down from Song Qingqing's arm. , and then slowly grew in size, until it was two meters high.

Ye Yuran looked at the ugly scorpion, holding back the feeling of vomiting, with an incomprehensible expression: "Just because our Ye family didn't hire a protector for you, you betrayed the Ye family? I said I will hire one for you when the time comes. Why can’t you wait?”

Song Qingqing didn't care about the rancid smell on Ye Yuran's body. She stepped closer to Ye Yuran and pinched her chin: "Timing? What timing? It's just your excuse!" She laughed again, "How is it? Isn’t it painful to feel the spirit being dug out alive?”

Ye Yuran also laughed so hard that he was out of breath and coughed violently.

Song Qingqing let go and took a step back in disgust.

After coughing enough, Ye Yuran gasped: "Song Qingqing, I said that there are rules for inviting a patron saint. The right time, place and people are indispensable. Otherwise, the one you invite will not be a patron saint but will attract people's luck. The devil!"

Song Qingqing sneered: "You still want to lie to me? Ye Yuran, you are just a lost dog now. I advise you to say something nice. Your life is still in my hands!"

Ye Yuran smiled mockingly and no longer wanted to talk to the idiot: "I also said that my life is in my own hands!"

Before Song Qingqing had time to react, she saw Ye Yuran raising her head hard and hitting the wall with the back of her head!

"Peng!"

The violent impact made Ye Yuran dizzy. Before she died, she raised the corners of her mouth and spoke intermittently like an evil ghost: "I, I also said, I, I, will not let you, you..."

Song Qingqing was horrified, her face looked ugly, and she snorted coldly after a long time: "It's better to die."

However, she didn't notice that the bloody nine-tail mark on Ye Yuran's shoulder that she dug out was glowing with a faint golden glow when Ye Yuran died.

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Ye Yuran opened her eyes suddenly, and it was dark all around. However, she had not seen much light since she was locked in the basement for three months. She would only turn on a few lights when Song Qingqing wanted to torture her. She had already Accustomed to the darkness, he gasped and murmured in a low voice: "Are you not dead yet..."

She moved her legs.

Wait—she can move her legs?Ye Yuran finally woke up. She touched the back of her head. There was no wound or any discomfort on her body. What was going on?

Ye Yuran touched the side, and a soft touch came from her fingertips. She was lying on the bed. This was definitely not in the basement!A ridiculous idea came to her mind, and she tremblingly pressed the dim memory to find the light switch.

"pat"

The sudden brightness made Ye Yuran squint her eyes, and it took a while before she opened them again.

Sure enough, this was the room she lived in before anything happened to the Ye family. The room was so spacious, bright, and luxurious.

Ye Yuran sat on the bed blankly, and after a while she laughed softly: "I'm back..."

She picked up the mobile phone that she had thrown carelessly beside the bed and looked at the time, m2045, October 10.She went back three years ago. She was only 8 years old this year. The Ye family was still one of the three major families. Song Qingqing had just moved into the Ye family's old house. Everything was still in the beginning.

Ye Yuran curled her lips. If so, she wouldn't be polite.

Early the next morning, Ye Yuran got up refreshed. She stood in the cloakroom and looked at the girl in the mirror. The girl was pampered and had delicate skin. The burgundy dress made her fairer. The girl had a standard oval face. , crescent eyebrows, and a pair of fox eyes that seem to be seductive.

The girl's gaze moved downward, and she suddenly caught a glimpse of the pattern on her right shoulder, which was the mark of a nine-tailed fox. She raised her hand and touched the pattern, murmuring: "It seems that she has become more beautiful...did you ask me to come back?" His patron saint?"

In today's world, only some aristocratic families know that demons, gods and ghosts really exist in the world, but they do not appear on weekdays. Rich and aristocratic families with profound foundations have maintained some Taoist people in the past generations. These Taoist people serve the family and rely on Feng Shui to block them. Disasters, and the patron saint is a god invited by Taoist people for those young ladies and young men. On weekdays, it can block some demons and monsters from approaching, and it can save lives in critical moments.

After you invite the Protector God, the Protector God will stay in your body and form a unique mark just like a tattoo. When you need the Protector God to appear, you just need to hold the mark with your hand and recite a spell. However, in order to hide this information from being studied by madmen, Go to the laboratory, and those who invite the Protector God will not easily awaken the Protector God, and they will never say this in front of ordinary people. If ordinary people are frightened by the Protector God and have something wrong, then please invite the Protector God. People will be infected with sin.

The ability of the gods invited is related to the ability of the Xuanmen people. The gods invited by the Xuanmen people with strong abilities will naturally be good. Therefore, the Xuanmen people have always been the talents that major families compete for, but now most of them have real people. Talented Taoist people all choose to live in seclusion and do not like to participate in worldly disputes.

The person who asked for a protector for Ye Yuran was Taoist Priest Yuan of the Zhengyi sect. Taoist priest Yuan had profound cultivation and was famous in the metaphysical world second only to Taoist Priest Qianyuan of the Quanzhen sect. However, after asking for a protector for Ye Yuran, he The Queen of Gods chose to live in seclusion.

He invited a nine-tailed fox for Ye Yuran. Foxes are common, but nine-tailed foxes are rare. Ye Feng was so happy that he held a banquet for three days and even donated money to the Taoist temple where Yuan Yi was. A lot of money.

Ye Yuran lowered his eyes and traced the pattern of the nine-tailed fox. He didn't come back to his senses until there was a knock on the door.

"Miss, are you up?" The servant's voice sounded outside the door.

Ye Yuran breathed out and opened the door.

The servant didn't expect his lady to open the door so quickly. She thought she had been up for a while. She was stunned for a moment and then said respectfully: "Miss, the master came back from outside early in the morning and is waiting for you downstairs to have breakfast."

Ye Yuran nodded: "I understand."

Ye Yuran walked down the stairs and as soon as he turned the corner, he saw Ye Feng sitting at the main seat of the restaurant. Song Qingqing was about to sit to his left.

Ye Feng frowned and was about to scold him when he heard his daughter's voice coming from behind him: "Dad."

Hearing the noise, Ye Feng turned his head, and a smile appeared on his originally expressionless face: "Yu Ran, come on, come and sit."