Puppet Curse Chapter 905: Night whispers

bsp;The young man who heard this looked at Hong Mo's face carefully. He didn't see it clearly just now, but now he saw that it was exactly the same as the Liu Ying his grandmother had shown them. The young man stopped struggling. No matter whether this person was Hong Mo or not, he was not strong enough for them to resist. And if it was really Hong Mo, then the struggle would be meaningless.

Hong Mo let go of his hand, letting the boy get up, and then looked at the girl who was supporting her friend over there.

"She's fine, her clothes were just torn." Hong Mo said, causing the two girls to tremble in fright. Especially the girl who was almost raped and assaulted, grabbed her friend's arm tightly. When Hong Mo saw such a scene, he didn't even feel the slightest bit of self-mockery in his heart. After seeing the scene just now, it was natural to be afraid.

"Are you really Lord Hongmo?" The young man climbed up and asked seriously.

Hong Mo didn’t answer, and stretched out his right hand, starting from [Spiritual Binding? Five-belt Light Prison], [Spiritual Binding? Five-column Great Light Prison], all the way to [Spiritual Binding? Five-Direction Great Forbidden City], more than ten in a row From binding spiritual skills to comprehensive sealing and binding spiritual skills, all fell from Hong Mo's hands.

The young man who had just stood up had now experienced all these restraint techniques in person. At first, the five-banded light prison and so on were just restraints and would not put any pressure on him. He had already fallen to the ground again after using the restraining spiritual skill. But when the final five directions fell, the entire ground was lowered. The young man was even pressed to the ground, and even the blood flow seemed to be completely blocked. Stopped.

After doing all this, Hong Mo waved his hand, and these spiritual skills, all simulated by spiritual power, disappeared instantly. If it weren't for the sluggish feeling that remained in his body, everyone would have thought it was an illusion.

"I have no other way to prove my identity, and I guess you won't recognize it if I show it. However, judging from the techniques you just used, you must be familiar with these magical skills in the Scarlet Devil Mansion. The binding magical skills, starting from the simplest I have used them all to make them more complicated," Hong Mo said, while a spiritual healing fell on the young man.

"Yes, we know each other. My grandmother taught me about it before, but I haven't seen the others before." After the red ink spirit fell on him, the young man suddenly felt refreshed, and then he had the strength to stand up again, and then answered.

"What's your grandmother's name?"

"You Qianling."

"Oh, it's her, Xiao Ling." Hong Mo nodded. Isn't You Qian Ling the official name of Xiao Ling? The Xiaoxing Xiao Ling brother and sister who had a close relationship with the Scarlet Devil Mansion.

"You are her descendants. No wonder you know these magical skills. I won't go see her. You go." Hong Mo said. Although he learned that he was the descendant of Xiao Ling, Hong Mo was not interested in meeting the two of them. After all, he had nothing to say after meeting. He didn’t know what kind of enemies the Scarlet Devil Mansion would face in the future, so it was better not to send them away. Involved.

"Wait." Just when Hong Mo turned around, the girl suddenly stopped Hong Mo.

"Is there anything else?"

"Those people just now." The girl suppressed the fear in her heart and said tremblingly.

"Dead."

"Why, why did you kill them?"

"Because I saw it, and unfortunately I just need some materials." Hong Mo could guess what this girl would say. I think I had a sense of justice at the beginning, but as I grew up, I lost track of this kind of thing. Hong Mo looked at the girl and suddenly thought helplessly, would everyone change like this? The price of growth.

"Kill them just because of this?"

"Of course." Hong Mo suddenly didn't bother to say anything more to the girl and disappeared directly. He probably wanted to say that the crime would not lead to death, the method was too cruel or something... Although he knew that he would not take this kind of thing to heart even if he heard it, but Hong Mo didn't want to be preached to, let alone like this A young girl.

"Give up, Xiaoxian." The boy stopped his sister from saying anything else.

"But brother." Xiaoxian originally wanted to argue, but when she saw her brother silently shaking his head at her, she couldn't help but hold her words back.

"Let's go. The movement here will probably attract other people soon. Don't cause trouble to the family." The young man said, came to the two of them, and took off his wrinkled clothes. Come down and put it on that little beauty.

"I have warned you a long time ago that that guy Guangyi is working outside, but you don't believe it. Girls in love are blind as hell." The boy said as he put his clothes on Xiaomei's body. At this time, Xiaomei seemed to be overly stimulated and looked a little stupid. She only came back to her senses after the clothes fell on her body.

"Hirakawa Yuki...!"

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"Brother, do you really want to see grandma?" Xiaoxian found her brother after seeing that her friend had gone to bed.

"Of course, no matter whether that person is Hong Mo or not, you must tell Grandma." Hirakawa Yuki nodded. "Is she okay?" Hirakawa Yuki looked next door.

"Fortunately, I was not violated, but I guess I was frightened, so I was very weak."

"You should go and rest too."

"Brother, is that person really Lord Hong Mo?" Xiaoxian asked.

"How do I know? I haven't seen it, but you have also seen those binding skills. They are so powerful that I finally felt like my blood flow was imprisoned. And haven't you noticed? He just He stretched out his right hand, and those magical skills almost appeared one after another..." The two talked for a while before Xiaoxian went back to the room to sleep.

Hirakawa Yuki lay on the bed holding his head, looking out the window, and the scene of Hong Mo's action reappeared in his mind repeatedly.

"Xiao Xian, who are you and your brother, and the one called Master Hong Mo." Xiao Xian returned to the room and found Xiao Mei looking at her with her eyes wide open.

"Xiaomei, you didn't sleep."

"How can I sleep, after going through so many things." Xiaomei smiled bitterly. "Usually you always say you look like a lady, but I didn't expect you to be so powerful."

"How am I so powerful? My brother is the most powerful..." Xiaoxian said only half a sentence, but she couldn't help but remain silent when she thought of her brother's helplessness in front of that Hong Mo. And Xiaomei obviously recalled that amazing scene and fell into silence. Guangyi and the others struggled and were pulled into the dark coffin. Their faces that were originally full of desire and evil thoughts turned into panic and twists in an instant...

"Xiaoxian, you are the eldest lady of some big family, everyone usually guesses like this, but apart from your good temperament, you don't seem to be any different, so no one has confirmed it." Xiaomei thought of the man wearing black feathers. The weaving man's body trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but find some topics to distract himself.

"No, it's just a small family."

"But you and your brother are so powerful. Although they are not as good as that red ink, they are already much stronger than ordinary people. And your temperament is not comparable to that of our classmates. ”

"No way. What I said is true. The Hirakawa family is really just a small family. When I was ten years old, I lived with my grandmother for a while and learned some etiquette..."

"Are those actions of yours considered etiquette? Why have I never seen that lady in the next class move more gracefully than you?" Xiaomei didn't know whether it was to divert attention or if she was really interested. Xiaoxian saw that her friend was in good spirits and was not frightened or haggard after such an incident, so she said a few more words.

"Action, hehehehe." Xiaoxian smiled.

"Why are you laughing?"

"It's nothing. I remember my grandmother said that when she was young, she lived in the Scarlet Devil Mansion for a period of time. Real etiquette and momentum don't need to be deliberately artificial, but a kind of inner nature. When she saw it, Of all the people who have ever lived, only one can be called the eldest lady, and what I learned from my grandmother was just what she saw in the Scarlet Devil Mansion." Xiaoxian said.

"Only one? Who is it?"

"Remilia Red Scarlet." Xiaoxian was silent for a while and then said the name.

"Remilia..., I seem to have seen this name somewhere."

"Really?" Xiaoxian did not explain. Although the Scarlet Devil Mansion has never appeared directly on the Gem Star, there are not many things left behind. It is not strange to hear the name occasionally or see it in some ancient books.

"I remembered that a map in my house was signed Remilia Red Scarlet. My father also said that this was a treasure map, hiding the largest secret treasure in the world. I At that time, I took my friends to look for it, but I only walked around the mountain behind my house twice before returning. How could such a nonsensical treasure exist..." Xiaomei said suddenly.

"Is it true?" I thought of the name I heard from Xiaoxian.

"I don't know." Xiaoxian shook her head.

"Can I go with you to meet your grandmother, maybe I can get some news." Xiaomei suddenly felt that the so-called treasure map might be the turning point of her life.

"...Okay!" Xiaoxian thought that maybe her grandmother would ask more questions. After all, Xiaomei was the person involved, so there was nothing wrong with bringing her.

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"Is she considered lovelorn?" Hirakawa Yuki looked at the high-spirited Xiaomei and couldn't understand it at all. This looks like a girl who was deceived by her boyfriend, almost gang-raped by a few so-called 'buddies', and then saw several people killed with her own eyes...should she have an expression?

"Xiaomei has always been so cheerful."

"That's Dajo..." Yuki Hirakawa was too lazy to say anything. Wouldn't it be better if my sister's friend didn't look like he was about to live or die?

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