Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 155: The secret of twenty years ago

Chapter 155 The secret of twenty years ago

"Those who have hurt you but are still at large, I will help you bring them to justice. As for this photo, I will return it to you now."

Guo Junjie reached out to take the photo, but unfortunately, his hand began to dissipate before touching the photo.

With a trace of helplessness on his delicate face, he looked at me and said, "Five years ago, there was a man like you who held a strange mobile phone in his hand and tried to stop the Buddha's plan, but he failed, and he was defeated. Miserable."

"Someone like me?"

"That's right, I will treat you differently just because I found out that you two are surprisingly similar."

"Do you know that person's name?"

"He was also a student of Xinhu High School, and there is probably his information in the student status file. The Double-Faced Buddha is not something you can deal with alone. There may be a glimmer of hope to find him."

After Guo Junjie finished speaking, his eyes fell on the family portrait. He opened his mouth with complex eyes, but finally said nothing, and his body completely dissipated like flying pieces of paper.

The black rain stopped, the sky was spinning, and the terrifying Xinhu High School experimental building shattered like a mirror.

When Huang Xue and I opened our eyes again, we saw a deserted and empty city in front of us.

The smoke at the fingertips has not been burnt out, but the surroundings are full of vicissitudes.

"Disappeared?" Huang Xue hadn't figured out what happened just now, the situation changed, and everything changed in a blink of an eye.

"Yes, it's all over." Yuanchen Shensha was completely wiped out, and the nightmare was solved. This is Huang Xue's original dream.

I walked to Zichou's body, and all the talismans on him were destroyed and unusable. After searching, I only saw an octagonal token.

Zimao was able to break through the dream and escape because of this treasure. I held it in my hand: "It's very heavy, it shouldn't be made of iron."

I was about to put it in my pocket, when suddenly a faint light lit up in my palm, and the family portrait of Yuanchen Shensha in my hand disappeared, and two vigorous ancient characters appeared on one corner of the octagonal token—Yuan Chen.

"What's going on? Why can this octagonal token absorb items related to Shensha?" I checked repeatedly, and the octagon should correspond to the eight-character Shensha. "Is the double-faced Buddha collecting Shensha just to light up this card?" ?”

I always feel that the token in my hand is not an ordinary thing, but there are too few clues to guess, so I have to put it away and prepare to ask Xiazi Liu when I go out.

Searching around and finding nothing, I called Huang Xue to start discussing the next step.

In this dream, the underworld show released two optional tasks, namely to ensure Huang Xue's survival, and to find out the whereabouts of the ancient painting twenty years ago.

"Now we have escaped from the nightmare, but this is your middle-level dream. If you want to return to the shallow dream and wake up, you still need to find your memory node."

"I see, follow me, I still remember the general location of the old house." Huang Xue said with an expression that I understand what you mean: "But having said that, is this really my dream? What kind of ghosts and ghosts will pop up out of nowhere?"

She was suspicious, neither willing to get too close to me, nor too far away from me.

"Don't worry, it should be wiped out."

"Should?" Huang Xue rubbed her forehead: "You should make sure again, I guess I won't dare to sleep alone in the next few days."

"You can find someone to accompany you. Don't you have many nurses on duty in Jingying Sanatorium?"

"Don't mention the nurse to me!" Huang Xue was like a furry wild cat: "When I think of that scene, I can have nightmares for days, you know? The nurse turned her head completely around and her neck could stretch So long!"

She waved her hands and bared her teeth and claws to describe the situation at that time. I smiled faintly. This kind of energetic conversation has almost never happened in Huang Xue's real life.

Dreams can reflect a person's feelings about the real world. For a positive and optimistic person, her dreams will be full of colors; for a depressed person, her dreams will be like Huang Xue, empty and deserted.

Through the entire city, Huang Xue and I came to a dilapidated residential building in the old city.

"Have you ever lived in this kind of place?" The small building in front of you maintains the architectural style of 20 years ago. It is low and dilapidated, with dark yellow walls. There is a row of public faucets in the courtyard. Several bicycles are parked.

Huang Xue reacted more exaggeratedly than me when she saw the familiar buildings here: "It really hasn't changed at all, it's exactly the same as it was 20 years ago."

Like a child who hasn't grown up, she ran to the bicycles, rang the bells one by one, and then stopped at the last bicycle.

"What's the matter?" I walked over curiously, the car next to Huang Xue was no different, the paint was scratched off a lot, and the seat was torn.

"This is Huang Boyuan's car." Huang Xue sees things and thinks about people, and many dusty memories come to his mind: "The burden of the family falls on him alone, no matter whether it is cold or hot, he just rides around on this car. "

I patted her soft shoulder lightly, this time she didn't dodge: "Let's go upstairs and have a look."

Huang Xue walked ahead and ran to the third floor in one breath. After seeing the familiar door, she didn't dare to open it.

"Don't be afraid, we're home." The door was ajar and unlocked, I glanced at Huang Xue, and slowly opened the door.

A bitter and strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine came to the nostrils, which was the only smell in the hut.

"Anyone?"

Huang Xue and I stood at the door and looked in, and soon a gentle and elegant woman came from the back room.

The first time I saw this woman, Huang Xue almost cried out, so I quickly covered her mouth.

Women know the book and dali with the gentleness and gracefulness unique to southern girls. I have also seen this kind of beauty in Huang Lan and Huang Xue.

"What is she going to do?"

The woman held a painting in her hand. She first burned it with fire and then cut it with scissors, but no matter how she destroyed it, after a period of time, the painting would always hang on the wall intact.

"Why are you doing this?" A man's voice suddenly came from the corner of the room. His face was blurred, he was dressed like a monk, but he was neither a monk nor a Taoist, and there was a double-faced Buddha pendant hanging on his chest.

"Get out of my house!"

The woman pointed at the man and yelled at him, but the man did not return the words, but persuaded him earnestly: "You are a rare fate among a hundred thousand people. Fate, why do you have to be so obsessed with not realizing it, and ruin it on the marriage of the dragon and the rabbit?"

The man's words surprised me. According to him, Huang Boyuan's fate is not a nobleman of Tianyi, but his wife Wanjun is the real nobleman of Tianyi!

"Stop talking, I don't believe in fate, and it's impossible for me to do such a heartless thing as killing my husband!" The woman held scissors, her personality was as fierce as fire: "Get out of my house! You are not welcome here! "

"Don't rush to answer, you can't live for seven days after being poisoned by my death poison. And if you don't agree, not only you will die, but your newborn daughter will not live long." The man turned the rosary in his hand, and he Pointing to a cute baby girl in the house: "My birth is Yaoguang, the end of the seven stars, and I can't live to be fifteen years old."

He seems to have a plan in mind, thinking that women will definitely compromise: "Think clearly, as long as you kill Huang Boyuan, dip his blood and leave your name on my picture scroll, and voluntarily engrave the fate of the nobleman Tianyi, I will not only protect you You are rich and powerful, and you can still change your daughter's life against the sky!"

"Get out! Get out!" The woman was very weak, and after a few curses, she coughed violently. The man wanted to say something, but at this moment footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Who is it?" I turned my head to look, and the young Huang Boyuan came upstairs carrying a pack of traditional Chinese medicine, sweating profusely.

He seemed unable to see Huang Xue and me, and passed between us.

"Bo Yuan, why are you back?" The woman made a cup of tea for Huang Bo Yuan in surprise: "Has the prescription been sold?"

Huang Boyuan's face was sunburned, he shook his head bitterly: "The other party is a liar, and he is not going to sell my prescription at all."

Even the air in the shabby hut became heavy and depressing.

"Bo Yuan, my illness is dead, let's save my daughter first." The woman pressed Huang Bo Yuan's shoulder lightly: "She has just come into this world, and she hasn't seen any beauty yet."

"Wan Jun..." Huang Boyuan grabbed the woman's hand and put the medicine bag in his hand on the table: "Actually, I came back now to tell you about this matter."

He opened the traditional Chinese medicine bag, and there were chopped medicinal residues inside: "This medicine is for dredging the heart, and no one can find the difference just by looking at the ingredients of the medicine."

"What do you mean?"

"There is a medicine in the formula that is Huang Xue. Huang Xue and Feng Jiu have the same shape, but the properties of the medicine are completely different. I secretly replaced Huang Xue. As long as I give this medicine to my daughter, she will not feel any pain. Leave, we will not be police..."

"Crack!"

The loud voice made me grit my teeth even standing outside the door.

Huang Boyuan covered his red and swollen side face, stared at his always gentle wife with wide eyes: "Mr. Wan..."

"Huang Boyuan, if you want to be a man, don't say such things again! She is your biological daughter, don't let me look down on you!"