Chapter 47 Nightmare, awakening the girl who had been sleeping for seven years
Sun Qi's soul was torn into pieces, and three evil ghosts dragged his three souls and seven spirits into hell.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, I'm afraid no one has ever seen what hell looks like.
Only those with sinful hearts will fear the real hell, because when they go there they will not be immediately reduced to ashes, but will enter an endless purgatory.
With a thump, Sun Qi knelt on the ground like a body without a soul.
He had an expressionless face and dull eyes, and he didn't react no matter who came up to talk to him.
Yao Feng stared at Meng Fuling in astonishment: "Sun Qi does deserve to die, but there are still legal sanctions. Why didn't you save him?"
Meng Fuling said coldly: "Respect the fate of others, let go of the complex of helping others, and avoid being moved by yourself."
"I just said that he will die today. The King of Hell ordered you to die at three o'clock in the morning. Who dares to keep you alive until five o'clock?"
It is clearly written in the Book of Life and Death that today is the day of his death.
He is not dead now. He is just like a vegetative person and will not be dead until his flesh rots.
Yao Feng sighed helplessly and felt annoyed. What should he do about this case?
Could it be that Sun Qi became like this because his soul was dragged into hell by evil spirits? This case cannot be solved.
At this time, in Changsheng Temple, less than a hundred kilometers away from here.
"Puff!" A white-bearded Taoist priest sitting cross-legged suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Master!" A middle-aged Taoist priest immediately stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
The Taoist priest slowly opened his eyes: "Lingxu, I have been attacked by the magic!"
"What?" Lingxu was filled with astonishment: "What kind of human law is so profound that it can actually backfire on Master?"
"A few days ago, the backlash from the young master of the Lu family caused you harm. Where did this backlash come from now?"
Taoist Priest Xuan Yi was the abbot of Changsheng Temple. He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and counted with his fingers.
His eyes instantly turned cold: "It's her again. I never thought there are such powerful people in this world."
"What? Master, could it be the person whose luck was broken last time? Who is this person?"
Xuan Yi counted on his fingers and looked shocked: "No way? I can't even figure out her fate."
"Who on earth is this person? How dare he block my path to wealth!"
"No matter who she is, she has repeatedly provoked my Changsheng Temple. I will definitely not let her go..."
Meng Fuling picked up the jade pendant on the ground. This was the amulet given to him by the so-called master.
He had done so many evil things that he was afraid to walk at night, but unfortunately, no matter how powerful the amulet was, it couldn't protect him from the damn road.
Because her live broadcast account was blocked, she was temporarily unable to continue the live broadcast.
It's easy to guess who did it. It seems that the Lu family hates her to the core.
There was nothing they could do about her and their livelihood was cut off. Meng Fuling filed an appeal but didn't know how long it would take to get her account unblocked.
She could have taken a good rest, but she got up very early in the morning.
I glanced at the clock next to me and heard the faint sound of a car outside.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "Here I come!"
"Beep, beep, beep!" There was a knock on the door. Meng Fuling pushed the door open and saw a man standing there.
The middle-aged man in a suit and tie looked at her repeatedly with burning eyes.
The black extended Lincoln was already waiting at the door, and Meng Fuling seemed to have expected this.
She put on her backpack, picked up Xiaoman, and said calmly, "Let's go!"
The middle-aged man seemed a little surprised. He just didn't expect that it would be such a special young woman.
He opened the car door without saying anything, and she got in without any hesitation.
The car was driving slowly on the road, and the middle-aged man sitting in the passenger seat took the initiative to introduce himself.
"Master Meng, my name is Qin Lang, you can call me Butler Qin!"
"Hmm!" Meng Fuling touched the big rooster in her arms and nodded: "Hello, Butler Qin."
Butler Qin finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Master Meng, why don't you ask who I am?"
"No need!" She looked out the window with an indifferent expression: "You are a member of the Qin family."
Qin Lang's eyes were filled with surprise, but soon he became calm: "It is indeed a master."
The car drove to the outskirts of the east city and soon arrived at the gate of a house.
The house here is antique and the two stone lions at the door are extremely majestic.
Unexpectedly, there is such a beautiful courtyard here. Meng Fuling got out of the car and looked at the surrounding scenery.
"When the mountains face the back, the dragon veins become more evenly distributed; when the water leans against the mountains as its shoulders, the dragon veins become continuous."
This house is built on the dragon vein, which is an excellent feng shui location.
"Squeak!" The gate of the mansion was pushed open, and Butler Qin took her inside.
She glanced at the two stone lions at the door, but felt something was wrong.
After walking through a lush bamboo forest, the hall of the house appeared very spacious at first glance.
Qin Lang walked into the bead curtain and saw a looming person sitting inside.
"Master, someone is here!" He bowed respectfully and reported.
The man in the room walked out, and with his bony hands he pushed aside the bead curtain, revealing his handsome face.
His slender figure stood tall and straight, and the black custom-made suit made him look dignified and calm.
The string of Buddhist beads on his wrist reveals his identity. He is the Buddhist son of the world, Mr. Qin Muchen.
Seeing Meng Fuling, his voice was still low and cold: "Master Meng, long time no see!"
"It's only been a few days." Meng Fuling looked around the entire house: "It's quite quiet here."
Ever since she rescued him that day, Qin Muchen has been trying to find out her identity.
Later I found out that she was actually the metaphysics master who was popular on the Internet recently, and was also a former 18th-tier celebrity.
Meng Fuling was not surprised to see him, but this face was so pleasing to the eye that she felt a little dazed.
He always seems to be out of touch with the world, and even if he regains his life, he still can't feel the popularity.
"Is there something that needs to be done for you to come here today?"
Meng Fuling went straight to the point. After all, the richest young master in Beijing would not invite her specifically for tea and chat.
Qin Muchen's eyes were gloomy. After a while, he turned and walked towards the house: "Come with me!"
I followed him into a corridor and saw a wooden door.
He pushed open the door of the room, and saw various pink dolls placed in the pink room.
A young girl, about fourteen or fifteen years old, was lying on the oversized princess bed with her eyes closed.
She was pale, wearing a pink princess bed dress, with sunken cheeks, thin limbs and a bit malnourished.
There was an IV drip on the back of her hand, and next to the princess's bed was a heart monitoring device.
The rhythmic sound of "drip, drip, drip" indicated that she still had vital signs.
There was sadness in Qin Muchen's eyes. He slowly walked to the girl and gently held her hand.
"This is my sister Qin Muting. She has been asleep for seven years."
Sleeping for seven years? Meng Fuling frowned slightly and walked to the girl's side.
Her soul was still in her body and her life span had not yet ended. She was not dead nor had her brain died and she became a vegetable.
The Qin family spent all their financial and material resources to hire various famous doctors and masters, and used expensive medicines every day, but it was of no avail.
"Master, can you help me see what's wrong with my sister?"
Meng Fuling walked up to the girl and gently placed her fingers on her forehead.
Her eyes were deep, and after a while she said slowly, "She is fine and still alive."
"Very good?" Qin Muchen couldn't understand: "If that's the case, why can't I wake up?"
Meng Fuling took a deep breath: "It's because she has been trapped in her own dream."
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