Chapter 18 — Impurity Under My Shadow

“Chieu Vi.” He turned his head to look at me, his eyes were finally no longer hiding, nor were they judgmental. There was only pain and regret. "Before, I always said that my mother was for your good." "But I knew clearly that she was not good." "I was just cowardly." I said coldly: "Now saying these words has no effect." "It does work." He took out a blood-stained fairy bow from his chest. That is the paper the Queen Mother just ordered someone to take to write the decree. He bit off his fingers, writing stroke by stroke on the bow. When I saw the first row, my breathing immediately stopped. Reconcile letters. Thieu Trieu rushed forward like crazy. "Don't write." "Hoai Canh, you can't cut this string." Luc Hoai Canh didn't look at her. His blood dripped onto the paper, the handwriting was crooked, but each stroke was heavy. "Vinh Ninh Hau Luc Hoai Canh, with Tham Thi Chieu Vi, husband and wife of three years, no real name." "I now vow to return the marriage certificate, set her free." "From now on, the misfortune and fortune will be borne by myself, life and death will not be entangled." The last word fell. The wooden man in charge of the medical department suddenly let out a mournful scream. The still-burning wedding dress completely collapsed into ashes. Countless strands of black hair rose from the ashes, then broke inch by inch in mid-air. Trieu Thi cried loudly, black gas gushed out from her mouth and nose. Behind her appeared the silhouette of a cold, dilapidated Marquis mansion. That is the negative debt of the Luc family. It finally lost its ear shield. 20The moment the Luc family's yin betrayed her, Trieu Thi's whole body seemed to have aged twenty years in the blink of an eye. She reached out and grabbed Luc Hoai Canh. "Son, help me." Luc Hoai Canh knelt on the ground, his shoulder bleeding non-stop, but did not raise his hand. The pleading in Trieu Thi's eyes gradually turned into resentment. "Because of this demon girl, I don't even need my own mother anymore." Luc Hoai Canh's voice was hoarse. "Mother, you are the first person to treat someone else's daughter as a talisman." Trieu Thi still wanted to scold her. But the shadow of the Marquis behind her suddenly opened a black door. From inside the door came countless cries. It's a disease of the soul, debt to the devil, a servant who died unjustly and has been oppressed by the Luc family's fortunes for many years. They do not touch Luc Hoai Canh. Just rushed up and wrapped around Trieu Thi. Trieu Thi's voice was quickly drowned out by the black gas. When I look at this scene, I feel no joy in my heart. There's just a kind of dusty tiredness that has settled down. Luc Hoai Canh closed his eyes and bowed his head heavily. I don't know if it's towards Trieu Thi, or towards me. The blood light on the cup melted away. The last life-changing rope wrapped around the person's body "clicked" and broke off. My eyes suddenly became clear. Thanh Mu's dry hand seemed to have lost its balance and suddenly stopped before my eyebrows. Thuc Ue took the opportunity to bite the first hand. The second hand was also whipped hard by its tail into the blood mist. The bright golden ghost in the depths of the Thai temple finally became angry. "Liu Tran." "Waste." Lieu Tran's face turned pale and he took two consecutive steps back. He raised his head to look at the pair of Saint Mu, fear appeared in his eyes for the first time. ", the poor monk has done his best." The bright golden ghost sneered. "I gave you twenty years, gave you the incense and fire of Tran Quoc Temple, gave you power and power, and you give me the words "do your best?" The blood mist suddenly rolled back. The group of gray-robed monks behind Lieu Tran stiffened one after another. The white lights in their hands exploded, their souls were forcefully pulled out, turning into threads that flew towards Saint Mu. In the yard, screams of death rang out continuously. The Queen Mother said sternly: "Stop it." The guard rushed into the battle of lights. But mortal swords cannot cut through the blood mist. I look at the little prince. It was still being pulled by the crack, with only one hand clinging to the edge. The blood in the Queen Mother's palm was about to dry up. She was still kneeling there, calling his maiden name over and over again. "Sir, come back." The little prince looked at him.

grandma. Its lips finally moved. This time, I heard. “Queen Mother.” The Queen Mother's whole body trembled. She cried, reaching out towards it. I went to her side, slit my palm, and dripped my blood onto her blood. The moment the mother's blood and the mother's blood mixed, the red light in the crack suddenly stopped. I told Thuc Ue: "Bring that child home." Thuc Ue did not hesitate. It rushed into the blood mist, its black scales were hissed by the dragon gas. I was also in pain until my eyes turned white. Because it is us. The wounds it suffered fell on my bones. Seeing that, Lieu Tran suddenly laughed. "Tham Chieu Vi, do you really think you can save everyone?" He took out a jade box from his chest. The box was opened, inside was clearly a handful of bone powder that had burned to a grey-white color. We recognize that smell. Essence part. He sprinkled all the bone powder towards Thanh Mu. "Use the body and bones of a poor monk, please worship him." The old mother exclaimed in alarm. "He wants to sacrifice himself." The skin around Lieu Tran's body began to wither. But his smile became even more crazy. "The poor monk worked all his life for the sake of the country."