Song Si begged to look at Chen Sanmu: "Sanmu, can you pull me? Please!"

Chen Sanmu stretched out his hand to Song Si without hesitation. When the two of them pulled each other together, Lu Yihan, who was already in a little angry, couldn't help but tremble a few times, and her hands hanging beside her clenched into fists. She seemed to be trying to spread the hands of the two people, but the person stood there and didn't move.

Song Si, who was holding Chen Sanmu, just showed a smile when Chen Sanmu suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked behind Song Si.

The funeral procession on the wall behind her quietly retreated a few meters as the two of them held hands. The coffin in front of the team just stepped back behind Song Si.

Half of the coffin was inlaid in the wall, and the other half was exposed outside the wall. The painter who painted it on the wall took advantage of the visual differences in people, making people feel that it was just a picture. Only when you walk to the coffin, you will see that it was a real coffin.

"What are you looking at?" Song Si stared at Chen Sanmu's face for a few seconds before slowly turning back to look at the mural behind her. The moment her eyes came into contact with the mural, the man suddenly fell to the ground.

"Song Si..." Chen Sanmu had just shouted, and Song Si's voice came out of the coffin: "Sanmu save me, that Lu Yihan is a ghost, she is a ghost!"

Chen Sanmu roared angrily: "Lu Yihan, where did you get Song Si?"

My step back means watching coldly.

It’s not that I can’t understand that Song Si is an insider. It’s just that I can’t understand the relationship between Chen Sanmu and Lu Yihan.

I don't care about their differences, I just want to see what's going on.

Chen Sanmu stared at Lu Yihan: "What's wrong with Song Si?"

Lu Yihan replied calmly: "She entered the coffin by herself, can't you tell me?"

"Fart!" Chen Sanmu's right hand hanging beside him, his five fingers curled up slightly. When the snow-white true energy overflowed from the eagle-like fingers, Chen Sanmu's right hand was also covered with a layer of white jade-like color.

Chen Sanmu said with a ferocious expression: "Are you Lu Yihan?"

"So what, so what, no?" Lu Yihan's words finally brought up a hint of emotion, but unfortunately this emotion became the director-fire-suo who angered Chen Sanmu.

Chen Sanmu walked forward two steps, bloodshot in his eyes: "Lu Yihan, you'd better tell me clearly, otherwise I'll tear you down alive."

After a flash of pain in Lu Yihan's eyes, he returned to calm: "If you want to kill, kill, but I will tell you, the person who really wants to harm you is not me, but Song Si."

Song Si shouted desperately in the coffin: "Sanmu, don't trust her."

Chen Sanmu walked towards Lu Yihan step by step: "Release Song Si."

When Lu Yihan looked at Chen Sanmu coldly, the latter suddenly took action to grab Lu Yihan's wrist.

I could still hear the sound of bones being crushed between two or three meters away. Chen Sanmu's move was too heavy, and he directly crushed Lu Yihan's wrist.

Cold sweat and tears flowed down Lu Yihan's cheeks, but Lu Yihan gritted his teeth and looked at Chen Sanmu coldly: "Are you sure you won't regret it?"

Chen Sanmu's eyes were scarlet: "Why do I regret killing you?"

Lu Yihan smiled, with an indescribable desolation in her smile: "Can I ask, why do you want to protect Song Si?"

"Because she saved me, because she has been helping me..." Chen Sanmu roared angrily: "For Song Si, I will kill anyone."

When I swept the corners of my eyes to the coffin, a hint of coldness appeared in my eyes - Chen Sanmu's memory was replaced. The person who saved Chen Sanmu and helped Chen Sanmu was probably the one he wanted to kill Lu Yihan.

Song Si is a dead person.

Lu Yihan is also a ghost.

Should I wait for the result or should I stop it?

After only a few seconds of thinking, I heard Lu Yihan say, "Put my blood on the coffin and you can open the coffin."

Chen Sanmu pinched Lu Yihan's neck without hesitation. The force burst out from his five fingers. When Lu Yihan's tears kept flowing, I didn't know why a tingling pain occurred in my heart.

I am not pitiful Lu Yihan, nor do I have any thoughts about Lu Yihan.

Instead, this scene reminded me of Nian Meng. When I was fighting with Nian Meng, I once grabbed the other party. When my knife was about to cut her neck, Nian Meng cried. Just like Lu Yihan now.

At that time, I felt soft-hearted for no reason. I let go of Nianmeng and ran back home, throwing even the knife on the mountain. My grandfather thought I was killed by Nianmeng and ran away in panic, and comforted me for a long time.

Since then, Nian Meng and I have a tacit understanding. No matter how dangerous the trap set for each other is, we will definitely release each other in the end. There is no agreement between us, but we have never changed this tacit understanding.

Nian Meng asked me: Why don’t you kill her?

I said: I'm soft-hearted.

I didn't ask Nianmeng: Why didn't you kill me?

Nian Meng told me: You will save a person. Have you ever saved a ghost? No, because you warlocks have always regarded ghosts as aliens. What I want to tell you is that when you walk in the future and want to kill a ghost, please consider it for three seconds first. Ghosts also have feelings.

I don’t know why Nian Meng’s words suddenly appeared in my mind, but I have a intuition that I can’t watch Chen Sanmu kill Lu Yihan, even if she is a ghost!

When I wanted to stop Chen Sanmu, it was too late.

In just a few seconds, Chen Sanmu broke Lu Yihan's neck. The other party's corpse with tears hanging on him seemed to lean towards Chen Sanmu's body to find the last trace of warmth in this life. Chen Sanmu pushed her out as Lu Yihan's corpse was about to approach him. He grabbed the hair of the corpse with one hand and dragged her towards the coffin on the wall.

Chen Sanmu had no knife in his hand, but his broken jade hand was enough to penetrate Lu Yihan's neck, allowing her to stain the wooden coffin with blood.

As soon as Chen Sanmu moved, Song Si's sneer came from the coffin: "You finally killed her. If you don't kill her, how can I kill you!"

Chen Sanmu stood there in an instant, but the corner of the coffin on the wall was gently lifted open. Song Si also showed half of his face in the coffin and smiled softly: "Chen Sanmu, we have been waiting for you for a long time. If it weren't for her protecting you, you should have come back with us fifteen years ago. Are you right?"

As soon as Song Si finished speaking, the women in red who were painted on the wall all turned around, and hundreds of identical faces smiled strangely at the same time: "Yes!"
Chapter completed!