Ning Tao suppressed the anger in his heart, "None of them knows you, but you say they look down on you, you are sick!"

Song Jun's expression was ferocious, "I gave her all my money, but she still ran away with other men! I love her so much, but she cuckolded me! Any woman who looks like her deserves to die!"

Ning Tao said coldly: "A man like you deserves to say love? Tell me, how did you meet Zhou Ying and how did you kill her?"

Song Jun closed his mouth.

Bai Jing stretched out his right hand and grabbed it, and it pierced into Song Jun's shoulders as sharp as an alloy blade.

Song Jun could not control his mouth and screamed, but his voice was already very weak. In the severe pain, coupled with excessive bleeding, his body that fell to the ground tilted and fell to the ground. But Bai Jing grabbed his shoulder blades and pulled his flesh and bones, and he could not fall down. This pain really made people regret coming to the world.

But Ning Tao also stabbed Song Jun with an injection, using special spiritual power to help him stop bleeding and restore his vitality. On one hand, he was torture and treatment. He couldn't die, but he couldn't even die. Every second he was suffering from unbearable pain.

"I said...I said..." Song Jun collapsed after not surviving ten seconds, and said intermittently, "Last evening... I went to the school garbage dump to clean up the garbage. The girl happened to pass by the alley... I saw that she looked like my girlfriend, and then knocked her out, took her into the car, and went to the mountains...I tortured her, and then...I killed her, and then...I killed her, and cleaned all the traces, wrapped it in plastic film and put it in the garbage truck. In the early morning, I threw her body into the garbage dump next to the school..."

"Where did you learn to remove traces?" Ning Tao asked.

"I learned online... from some detective movies... and detective novels." Time said.

Ning Tao picked up Song Jun's right hand and handed it to Song Jun, "Did you make this ring in Myanmar?"

Song Jun nodded.

Ning Tao put Song Jun's right hand into Song Jun's left hand and said, "Do you want to survive?"

Song Jun nodded again.

Ning Tao scolded: "Speak!"

Song Jun shivered, "I want to."

Ning Tao said, "Take your hand, get up and follow me, I'll treat your injuries."

A trace of confusion flashed in Song Jun's eyes. He killed him to only half of his life, and now he has to be treated. Isn't this what I killed him to play?

Ning Tao said lightly: "If you don't follow me, then I'll kill you again."

The voice was plain, but a chill broke out in Song Jun's heart. He struggled to get up from the ground, but the ground was covered with his blood, so he couldn't get up from the ground.

"Waste." Bai Jing lifted the snake claws that penetrated Song Jun's shoulder blades and lifted Song Jun from the ground.

"Ah..." Song Jun screamed hoarsely and inhaled heavily.

Ning Tao privately drew an ordinary prescription sign with a blood lock from the small medicine box, then opened the blood lock, turned around and said to Song Jun, "Come with me."

The convenient door of Tianwai Clinic was as dark as ink, but the surrounding area was like black flames burning, just like a passage to hell. Song Jun was shocked immediately. He did not dare to step forward and said nervously: "Do you... want to take me... to hell?"

"Do you still want to go to heaven?" Bai Jing said, and suddenly kicked Song Jun in the back.

With a dull sound, Song Jun's body flew up from the ground and plunged into the door of convenience.

Ning Tao walked in.

In just a blink of an eye, the scenery changed, and the location had gone from a remote village in the mountain city to the Tianwai Clinic in Hakka Lane, Guancheng.

The good and evil cauldron was full of anger and blue smoke lingered.

Song Jun struggled to get up from the ground, grabbed his right hand tightly with his left hand, and looked at everything in the Tianwai Clinic, with his eyes full of fear.

Ning Tao took out the bamboo slips of the account book and placed them on Song Jun's head for a few seconds. Then he took off the bamboo slips of the account book and opened it to see the diagnosis above.

The content appears on the bamboo slips of the account book: Song Jun was born on June 23rd on the 23rd day of Guiyou (1993). The first evil murder was caused by six evil thoughts and sins, the second evil was not filial to parents, ten evil thoughts and sins, three evils were forced. The seven evil was caused by traitors and sins, and sins were caused by 21 o'clock. The four evils were caused by traitors and sins, and sins were caused by 131 o'clock. You can prescribe evil thoughts and sins to atone for death.

Ning Tao was not surprised at all in this result. He rolled up the bamboo slips on the account book and put them back into the small medicine box.

"This...what is this?" Song Jun said something.

Ning Tao said: "This is my clinic. I will prescribe you a prescription. You will get treatment after signing it, including your broken hand."

"why is that?"

Ning Tao's voice was cold, "Then I ask you, you know that those innocent girls are not your girlfriends, why do you still kill them?"

Song Jun was slightly stunned for a moment and did not dare to ask again.

Ning Tao quickly prescribed a prescription for evil thoughts and sins, and then said, "Come here to sign."

When Song Jun came to the desk, he saw a folded prescription sign. He wanted to see the contents of the prescription sign, but he didn't dare to speak.

Ning Tao scolded: "Sign it!"

The sound was shocking. Song Jun shivered for a moment, put down his right hand and held a pen in his left hand and signed his name on the contract for evil thoughts.

Ning Tao received a prescription for evil thoughts and sins, and gave Song Jun a fine prescription pill, "Take it."

Song Jun ate the fine prescription pill and then grabbed his right hand in his hand, fearing that he would lose it.

At that time, the blue smoke from the good and evil cauldron swept over and swallowed the Song army in a blink of an eye.

Ning Tao widened his eyes, but even when he awakened his eyes, he could not see the Song army in the blue smoke. Not to mention humans, he could not even see the innate aura.

Ning Tao gave up. He wanted to unravel the secret of Tianwai Clinic, but this was not something he could do just by thinking. He had just started on the road of cultivation, and the road ahead was still long.

Ning Tao took over Song Jun’s evil thought prescription contract. There was only one clause on this evil thought prescription contract, that is death. Once Song Jun dies, this evil thought prescription contract will disappear.

As he ran Tianwai Clinic for longer and longer, he became more and more aware of the rules of the clinic, and he became flexible. The evil thought prescription contract that originally offered Jiang Yilong that required to reach the atonement clause one by one, he would no longer give the patient a medical fee, but only urged the medical fee to reach the atonement clause. Even the diagnosis that emerged from the bamboo slips of the account book was not a word-changing, and could be flexible and flexible, as long as the purpose was the same. For example, Song Jun's death, he could write it as jumping into a river and dying by a car, jumping off a building and so on. Death is the result, but he has the final say on how to die.

Qingyan returned to the Cauldron of Good and Evil, and Song Jun revealed it. There was no scar on his body, and even his broken hands were tied, leaving no scar left.

"I..." Song Jun looked at his right hand in surprise, with an expression of shock that he looked incredible.

Ning Tao took out a Tianjian and walked to Song Jun's side. He raised the needle and stabbed it on the back of Song Jun's head. This needle was entangled with anger, and the Tianjian was frightened.

Song Jun felt something and looked back at Ning Tao.

Ning Tao had already taken away the needle and said lightly: "Okay, you can go back."

"Is this...is this true?" Until now, Song Jun could not believe what he had experienced.

Ning Tao said: "You are actually in a dream. People who do a lot of bad things will have nightmares. You killed six innocent girls, and their fools are coming to you."

"No, no..." Song Jun shook his head vigorously, as if he wanted to wake up from the "dream".

Ning Tao suddenly slashed Song Jun's neck with a palm, and Song Jun groaned and fell to the ground.

The convenient door opens.

Ning Tao carried Song Jun back to the room.

The blood on the ground has disappeared, and the traces that should be removed have been cleared. It seems that there has never been any bloody things in this room, but there is still a faint smell of blood in the air. However, the windows have been opened, and as the air flows, the little bloody smell will soon disappear.

Qing Zhui and Bai Jing stood in the room, graceful and graceful, not like a monster, nor like a cruel woman.

"I'll kill him." Bai Jing said.

Ning Tao said: "No, I have killed him."

"You have killed him?" Bai Jing looked at Ning Tao with strange eyes. In his arms, Song Jun was sleeping like a baby.

Ning Tao put Song Jun back on the bed and said, "I used a serious disease on him with a celestial needle, and he would not survive for three days."

Qing Zhui said puzzledly: "Why do you have to give him three days? Wouldn't it be better to kill such a villain directly?"

Ning Tao said: "Killing him is actually very simple. It can solve the problem with one knife, but Zhou Ying's mother needs justice. I give this guy three days just to give Zhou Ying's mother and the families of the other five victims a justice. I want them to know that the murderer has been caught and then watch him die of festering with his own eyes."

Qing Zhui smiled, "So that's it. I understand, what should I do next?"

"Call the police." Ning Tao said.

A few minutes later, Qing Zhui stood at the door of Song's house and made a phone call, "Hey, Inspector Wu? I have an important piece of information to tell you about the serial killer..."

Ning Tao would not make this call. He punished the evil people and earned medical funds, so this matter had nothing to do with him. If he called Wu Wenbo, he would definitely become a person who was being reported by the media, and even the Shancheng Government would give him a prize or something, and he would not be affected by fame and fortune. Moreover, one problem he had to face was that Song Jun died three days later. As someone who had almost caught Song Jun himself, who could guarantee that the police or the media would not doubt anything?

Half an hour later, a long string of police cars came to this remote village. Hundreds of live ammunition police and special police officers surrounded the entire village and quickly surrounded the Song Jun's home.

Wu Wenbo personally led the team into the yard. He waved his hand. The special police standing on both sides of the door kicked open the door, and a large group of special police rushed in.

Song Jun suddenly woke up and saw a large group of policemen with live ammunition standing in front of him. He was stunned. A second or two later, he suddenly raised his right hand and stared at his right hand with his eyes.

His right hand is still there.
Chapter completed!