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Dianru's face remained the same, without any disturbance, he answered Fanren's question lightly: "Those people have been injured by evil spirits, and the way to mend their souls is to take their lives from the hands of the king of Hades. to this point."

Turning to Dong Xiuxiang again, expressing that apology: "If I can save them, I will definitely save them. This time I am old and incompetent."

Dong Xiuxiang knew that Master Dianru could not be blamed for this, so he shook his head and said, "Master, this is the responsibility of my Dong family, and it has nothing to do with you."

Fan Renming knew that Dianru had been able to deceive the Ning family for so long, and he must be very good at deceiving people, but he repeatedly hinted that it would be helpless to be ignored by everyone, or to be dismissed by Dianru lightly.

Dianru, who was surrounded by everyone, walked downstairs.Stopping at the door, Dong Xiuxiang took out two red envelopes and stuffed them into Dianru's pockets. There were two checks in the red envelopes. The amount would definitely satisfy Dianru who was full of expectations at this time.

When Dong Xiuxiang asked to stay, Li Jiarong pushed Dong Xiuxiang's grandmother, and slowly walked out of the room. Seeing that they were about to leave, with a little surprise on his face, he quickly asked, "Master Dianru, who is this?"

"I'm going back to City B, help this girl to have a look at Feng Shui." Dian Ru's indifferent face softened a bit towards this fan who enthusiastically praised him.

Regret appeared in Li Jiarong's eyes, and he said, "Of course the matter of Director Yin is more important. If you have time, I also hope that you can come to City A often, Master. I will definitely pay a visit."

Fan Ren watched silently from the side, Li Jiarong gave people the impression that he was thoughtful and sincere, he would not take Yin Yuxiu into consideration in order to take care of Dianru.On the other hand, Dong Xiuxiang, who was also young, felt a little overwhelmed by Dianru's help, and gradually he didn't care as much about Yin Yuxiu and Ning Chi as he did at the beginning.

It seems that Dong Xiuxiang is younger than this Li Jiarong.

But Fanren felt very uncomfortable with Li Jiarong's gentle and friendly smile. His every move and subtle facial expression seemed to be planned, trained, and mechanically made. It was a way for people to see illusion.

Leaving his eyes from Li Jiarong's body, Fanren inadvertently caught a glimpse of the old woman in the wheelchair. Then, his pupils constricted and his hands clenched tightly.

The old man was staring at Bai Duoduo, who was surrounded by Fan Ren, with a weird look in his eyes. Bai Duoduo was looking around without knowing it at this time, and no one else noticed.

In this villa, only Fan Ren saw it...

Fanren's face was serious, Dong Xiuxiang's grandma was definitely not Moxiu. Judging from what the old cat saw at that time, Moxiu probably possessed Dong Xiuxiang's grandma with his soul. Formation, to create a huge soul cup.

But can the physical body of an ordinary person support the soul of a golden core demon cultivator?Even if it can be supported, it also has a time limit. One day will hurt a person's soul, three days will hurt a person's body, and on the fifth day, a person's body and soul will be destroyed. Shred it all!

The premise is that he has never used spiritual energy before, and he must use spiritual energy to arrange the formation, especially such a huge formation.As long as the spiritual energy is used, the dantian of ordinary people will definitely not be able to bear it, and the physical body will be broken instantly, and there will be no time to relax.

That only depends on the soul to arrange the formation?

Nascent Soul stage monks can still give it a try, Jindan stage monks do this, and it is easy to damage their own souls. Fan Ren doesn't think that this demon cultivator is so stupid as to kill one thousand enemies and self-injure eight hundred things.

At this time, Li Jiarong didn't know what was going on, he dragged Dianru, Yin Yuxiu and Ning Chi all the time, and dragged the three of them back to the living room, where they sat on the sofa and talked.

Although Dong Xiuxiang was a bit confused, he still cared about grandma. Seeing grandma refreshed and ruddy, he couldn't help being happy. He remembered what he had promised Fan Ren before, so he dragged him to grandma.

"Grandma, this is the younger brother your grandson recognizes." Dong Xiuxiang touched the old man's rough hand with his right hand, and Fan Ren with his left hand.

Presumably, Moxiu could only see that Bai Duoduo, whose aura was exposed, was a cultivator, but he didn't expect that there was a second cultivator here. Standing in front of 'her', Fan Ren thought it was just an ordinary teenager.

Fanren wanted to know what this demon cultivator was up to, and he didn't startle the snake. With a cute smile on his face, his eyes were as clear and bright as a pool of clear water, and he said to the 'old man' in front of him, "Hi, grandma, I'm Fanren."

The 'old man' showed a loving and peaceful smile. The left hand that was not held tightly by Dong Xiuxiang slowly stretched out towards Fanren's face. Those old hands tremblingly touched Fanren's cheek. At that moment, it was cold and slippery The touch made Fanren's hair stand on end, and immediately made his hairs stand on end, he stepped back slightly uncomfortably, avoided the hand and continued to touch it.

This was very strange in Dong Xiuxiang's eyes. He didn't think that Fanren was a child who was not polite, so he didn't immediately blame him. When he saw the 'old man' stretching his arms stubbornly, he wanted to touch Fanren's face with his hands. , which made Dong Xiuxiang even more puzzled.

Dong Xiuxiang's eyes suddenly swept to the left hand of the 'old man'.The wrinkled texture covered the whole hand, the fingertips were black, but the surface was very round, which made his throat suddenly tight, he swallowed his saliva unnaturally, and took a slight step back like Fan Ren.

Dong Xiuxiang clearly remembered that half of the finger cover on the index finger of grandma's left hand was rotten. He would not remember this wrongly, because when grandma had not suffered from Alzheimer's disease, she could still tell him about her In the story of her childhood, she once told the origin of the scars on her fingers.

At that time, my family was very poor, and my parents would support boys to go to school, but they definitely would not support girls.In order to be able to go to school, grandma went out to look for work, earned money to pay tuition fees, and did all kinds of hard work. In the past, she didn't pay attention to whether child labor could be used.

Once, in order to save enough tuition fees for a semester, grandma burned the stove for two days and one night. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep beside the stove. The blazing flame under the stove strangled her hands.Since then, more than half of her left index finger has been rotten. After 70 years, she has gone from poverty to prosperity, and she still retains this scar.

Now, the hand he saw was wrinkled like cracked snakeskin, and the fingers were covered with calluses, all of which were traces of hard work when he was young.

These are the hands of an old man, but definitely not his grandma's.

Dong Xiuxiang was shocked by his own thoughts, his heart was beating fast, his eyes were fixed on that hand, as if he wanted to stare a hole in it, he hoped he was wrong, but after staring for a long time, The hand in front of him has not changed, and there is still no scar.

The 'old man' in the wheelchair saw Dong Xiuxiang's strange expression, so he asked, "Xiuxiang, what's the matter?"

"Can you answer a question for me?" Dong Xiuxiang's tone was heavy, he didn't even call that 'grandma', and his expression was even more serious and scary.

The 'old man' was taken aback and asked, "What do you want to ask? Just ask, why are you so serious?"

The cured grandma really made people happy, but no matter how good the old man's performance was, it became a flaw in Dong Xiuxiang's eyes at this time.

"When did you recover from your illness?" Dong Xiuxiang stared at the 'old man' and asked word by word.

The 'old man' smiled and said, "Didn't I tell you? I feel more and more sober in the past few days."

"I'm asking about your hand, when will that scar heal?" Dong Xiuxiang asked aggressively.

Standing aside, Fanren saw that Dong Xiuxiang's face was cold and hard, facing his beloved 'grandmother' with a look of wariness towards strangers.With a thought in his mind, Dong Xiuxiang also noticed something wrong...

Both Dong Xiuxiang and Fan Ren thought that the 'old man' would quibble a few words, but to their surprise, the 'old man' let out a treacherous laugh after being slightly taken aback, the muscles on his face trembled strangely in his skin, and then, He murmured in a low voice, "I never expected that you, a little bastard, would find out so quickly..."

Dong Xiuxiang didn't hear it, but Fan Ren heard it very clearly, and felt that this sentence was quite weird.

bastard?Would a magician call a mortal like that?

Ascetics are extremely selfish and indifferent. Their emotions rarely fluctuate, and they are extremely indifferent to the emotions of the world. They are used to calling mortals ants, because whether ants live or die, it has nothing to do with them. Demon cultivators are also ascetics. Although their emotions are more extreme, their attitude towards irrelevant things is the same as that of decency.

And Moxiu spit out the word bastard with extremely resentment.

Fan Ren looked suspiciously at the person in the wheelchair.Could it be that he is not the magic cultivator hiding in Dong's house? !

The 'old man' in the wheelchair suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Dong Xiuxiang who was closest to him. Everyone sitting on the sofa exclaimed and stood up again and again, a little at a loss for what happened suddenly.

And Li Jiarong looked at this side with a faint smile, and was calm about what happened at this time, as if, all of this was within his expectations.

Dong Xiuxiang didn't expect that the person pretending to be his grandma would tear his face, and even rushed towards him. He punched directly, but the person grabbed his wrist tightly with his hands, unable to exert any strength at all.

"Small, miscellaneous, breed!" This person's appearance and shape gradually changed, the old wrinkles gradually faded, the cloud-dense white hair changed from long to short, from white to black, the curved back straightened up, and the bones radiated. There was a crisp creaking sound, the limbs lengthened, and the body became wider and taller.

The face of this man has not yet returned to its original state. Although the wrinkles on his face have disappeared, they still remain half old and half young. A low-pitched male voice, full of resentment, echoed in Dong Xiuxiang's ears: "Why are we also You are the son of your father...but you...have the wealth and status you have now..."