Pan Mingtai was clearly not tied up, but his hands and feet could not be separated.
Pan's father pulled hard, but it was no use. Not only that, Pan Mingtai became even more scared.
Xiao Cunyu watched all this, but remained indifferent. "He's immersed in his own dream. If you touch him, you'll immediately push him into a dream of being kidnapped by beggars. Only if you let go of him, and there's no one else around him, will he be invincible in his dream, free to do whatever he wants and exact revenge as he pleases. As a father, make a good choice: do you want your son to keep crying over and over again, or let him continue dreaming of being attacked by hidden weapons?"
The ghost she borrowed captured these two dreams, and naturally the cycle would continue.
Choose one of the two.
When he was a murderer, Pan Mingtai was extremely secretive. No one knew who he was, let alone touched his body. So once Pan's father approached, his dream of being a murderer would be shattered, and replaced by the past of being kidnapped by a beggar.
Father Pan immediately returned his hand.
"Witchcraft, witchcraft! You are a monster!" Father Pan pointed at Xiao Cunyu angrily.
Xiao Cunyu shook his head. "You can't say that. We need to be reasonable. This isn't called witchcraft, it's called Xuanmen magic. As the saying goes, a person with a clear conscience fears no evil. If it were an ordinary person, the most they'd dream of would be small matters like quarrels between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, or disagreements between neighbors. But why is your son different?"
Xiao Cunyu looked at him with a smile: "Because he is bad!"
"This is the retribution for doing too many bad things. It's not my fault. And look at me, I'm standing here quietly. I didn't hit him or scold him. I'm still very polite." Xiao Cunyu praised himself.
Mr. Pan's hands were shaking all the time.
Xiao Cunyu approached him and said, "Look, your son is having a lot of fun killing people now."
Father Pan looked at his son tremblingly.
Pan Mingtai was talking nonsense to the air, laughing wildly and waving his hands constantly. Pan's father looked at this scene and his memory instantly went back to a few years ago.
The nine beggars were killed, and the surrounding people were uneasy and walked together.
He had also heard about the case and told his son to be careful. But when he was out, he happened to hear someone mention that the murder weapon was probably a plum blossom dart. He wondered who these beggars had offended...
Plum Blossom Dart...
He remembered that his son had only recovered after being kidnapped. In order to cheer his son up, he brought back a box of plum blossom darts when he returned from outside.
The plum blossom dart was larger than an ordinary one, and he asked his friend to forge it.
He had some doubts at the time, but he didn't dare to think about it. After all, in his eyes, his son had been very negative and weak in recent years, and he should not do such a thing.
However, he secretly broke into his son's room and found... several untreated bloody clothes and a mask under the bed.
The blood on the plum blossom dart had indeed been cleaned, but there was some on the tassel, which was visible at a glance.
His heart was pounding and he wanted to ask his son why.
But when he saw his son's thin body and pale face, he couldn't ask anymore and understood in an instant.
Over the years, his son hated beggars and hated him too. All he could do was to get rid of those things so that his son would no longer be in any danger.
"Who the hell are you?! Just based on these dreams my son had, you want to make him a murderer? Don't even think about it! My son is just a coward. He was scared by that case before, so he had similar dreams. Don't even think about accusing him!"
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