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  Chapter 638 Qin Ruan: Don’t persuade others to be kind to others without suffering

  After Wei Linchen left, Qin Ruan walked to the little girl, bent over and stretched out his hand to gently stroke her head.

  Because she was pregnant, she couldn't bend for a long time, she just touched the opponent's hair with her palm, and quickly stood up straight.

  Qin Ruan Ju looked down at the other person, but his voice was soft: "You have been dead for decades. You are not a really immature child. You can choose to let go of some things and don't go astray."

  If you provoke evil again, you will really lose your soul.

  The little girl sitting on the ground suddenly raised her head, her **** eyes condensed on Qin Ruan coldly.

   "Can't let go, never let go!"

  She looks paranoid, hateful, and can't wait to die with all the creatures around her.

  Qin Ruan pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.

  Before knowing that these dead souls were being manipulated and injured by the Huang Jue tree, she was still hesitating whether to let them go to the underworld or send them to the underworld.

  Now she has only one thought, to send all these poor souls into the underworld.

  Six ways of reincarnation, they will be thrown into the Three Ways of Goodness and the Way of Three Evils, which is their fate.

   There is a saying that is well said, without others suffering, do not persuade others to be kind.

  She can sympathize with these dead souls, and she can also give them a chance.

  But they are not qualified to judge their actions.

  Qin Ruan whispered softly: "I will always let it go."

  She turned to look at the hundreds of dead souls lying on the ground behind her.

  These puppets lose their evil spirits, their power is greatly reduced, and their lethality is mostly weakened.

  Poor and pathetic.

  Who knows what they are going through every day.

  The gray sky blurred Qin Ruan’s eyes.

  Before she arrived, these dead souls were lost.

  For a long time, they will not be able to escape the fate of being turned into bones.

  She is not the savior of these people, nor the executioner who reaps their souls.

  Qin Ruan is late.

  The only thing she can do now is to send them to the Hades, where the Ten Temple Yama will be judged.

Qin Ruan closed his heavy eyes and opened his red lips slightly: "The Yama of the Ten Temples taught me to kill ghosts, to fight with my gods, to drive me to kill, no gods, no ghosts daring to be, the Yamas of the ten temples are anxious and punish evil. !"

  Heavy black mist poured into the woods instantly, and the sound of heavy chains sounded from the darkness.

   "Miss Qin."

  It was cold as ice, with a submissive voice.

  Qin Ruan opened his eyes, deepening his eyes and staring at the messenger of the underworld in front of him.

  This time it was not black and white messengers who came here, but more than a dozen ordinary messengers.

  There are too many messengers coming up, as if knowing that this trip is a heavy task.

  Qin Ruan's eyebrows constricted slightly, and his speech was slow: "Bring these dead souls into the underworld."

"Yes!"

  The messenger standing in front of him noticed that Qin Ruan was in a bad mood and did not bother too much.

  All the messengers are busy in the division of labor.

  The soul-locking chain binds souls one after another.

  Qin Ruan looked back, the little girl sitting on the ground behind her, her **** eyes dull, her eyes fell on the busy envoys of the underworld.

  She paled and looked at a loss.

  It was like someone gave her a delicate and precious rag doll, but she was embarrassed and her hands were stained, so she didn't dare to reach out to pick it up.

  Qin Ruan was empty and depressed.

  She whispered: "Go with them, and I will avenge you. As for the crime of killing you committed, it will be judged by the underworld."

  The little girl looked like a puppet with a string pulled out, her expression dull, and she looked up at Qin Ruan.

  Blood mist appeared in her eyes: "Forty-six years, eight months and three days, why didn't you show up earlier?"

  Finally complaining, with childish stubbornness.

  Qin Ruan stared at her blankly without saying a word.

  Tears flowed from the little girl's **** eyes.

  One after another, blood and tears dripped to the ground.

  She cried silently, so sad, sad, and hopeless.

  Blood and tears fell out of the little girl’s eye sockets like a flood that broke the embankment.

  From beginning to end, she didn't cry too much.

  The little girl is not the first victim, but she is the one who has the most harmony with the yellow jelly tree.

  When she was refined into a puppet, she suffered much more than other dead souls.

  Qin Ruan suddenly felt that her previous life did not seem too miserable.

  Many people in this world are unhappy.

  There are always people in corners where no one knows, suffering and ups and downs.

  They have no chance to struggle, they can only wait for the arrival of death.

  Lonely death...

  Qin Ruan didn’t want to continue to think about it. He was always sentimental during pregnancy.

  She waved away the thoughts in her mind, narrowed her eyes, took a deep look at the little girl, and turned away.

  The back figure is decisive, arrogant, and has a strong oppressive aura that is desirable.

  Qin Ruan penetrated the black fog and saw Lin Hao, Wei Linchen, Huo Jiaanwei and others standing outside the black fog.

  Wei Linchen was talking with someone. He saw Qin Ruan stepping out of the black fog and said to the phone, "You go back to the dormitory first, and I will go back now."

  After speaking, he hangs up the call.

  Wei Linchen quickly walked towards Qin Ruan: "Is it all solved?"

  Qin Ruan’s delicate face turned blue: "Not yet."

  The sins done by the yellow jasmine tree, where is it so easy to solve.

  The body has escaped, but she will always find the other party.

  After all, this matter is inextricably linked to Lingfeng and Eucalyptus globulus.

  Wei Linchen also knew that Huang Jueshu had escaped, and guessed that Qin Ruan would not let it go.

  "My assistant found something about the six dead in the school, and the origin of the yellow tree."

  Qin Ruan frowned and suggested: "Go to the artificial lake first."

  When she just solved the hundreds of dead souls imprisoned by the yellow jelly tree, she did not see Cheng Xuelan's puppet.

  She suspected that the girl might be hiding under the artificial lake.

  The evil spirit contained in the black water must be haunted by evil.

  Wei Linchen did not refuse this.

  A group of people left the grove and headed to the artificial lake.

  No one looked back at the thick black mist behind him.

  Hundreds of unjust souls are freed, leaving only the ruined mess and wreckage.

  This is a brutal killing that has been imprisoned for hundreds of years.

  The fog will eventually dissipate, and the dawn will be ahead.

  Orty school artificial lake.

  Qin Ruan, Wei Linchen, and Lin Hao took a boat to the center of the lake.

  The closer to the center of the artificial lake, the more cold the surrounding atmosphere becomes.

  That is the chill that invades the bone marrow, penetrates into the human body at an extremely fast speed.

  Across the clothes, there is no way to resist the intrusion of the cold breath.

  Wei Linchen's coat sleeves were rubbed with dirt before, so he rolled up the sleeves.

  The cold air penetrated the bone marrow, and he didn't care about cleanliness, so he put down his sleeves again.

  He frowned and complained: "Such a heavy yin, surely there is only one dead soul in the artificial lake?"

  Qin Ruan's eyes focused on the center of the lake not far away, and his voice was low: "More than that."

  She has seen six human heads exposed on the water in the center of the lake, all men with short hair.

   Their faces are blue and white, their hair is wet, and their dark eyes are staring at them.

  The smell of rotting corpses permeates the lake.

  Lin Hao, who was rowing, suddenly stopped moving.

  Qin Ruan looked at the other party.

  Lin Hao stared straight at the direction of the six heads in the center of the lake, his Adam’s apple was constantly rolling because of tension and fear.

  (End of this chapter)