Chapter 10 Cry! Cry!

Lin Qingzhi narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the Wang family yard in the distance, which was enveloped in Yin Qi.

His eyes passed through the Yin Qi and saw the fighting night watchman and Wang Qiang's resentful soul.

This was the first time he saw the Night Watchmen fighting against the strange, it seemed like that! Not as good as a snap of his fingers.

Lin Qingzhi turned to look at his son who was staying next to him. He moved his hand slightly. Lin Fan's eyes slowly closed, and then his body went soft. He stretched out his hand and Lin Fan's body lay horizontally. It was floating in the air.

Lin Qingzhi reached out and pushed, and Lin Fandu's body slowly floated back into the room.

Then he lay quietly on the bed.

Lin Fan is still young, and although Lin Qingzhi believes that he will not be frightened by weirdness, it is better to wait until he is older to experience these things.

After Lin Qingzhi sent Lin Fan back to his room, he turned his attention to the Wang family courtyard again.

at the same time.

In the courtyard of the Wang family.

The battle between the evil spirit and the night watchman Qian Yi continues.

There were already wounds on Qian Yi's body. The wounds on his body were filled with Yin Qi. His chest was heaving violently and he was breathing heavily. Even though he was seriously injured, Qian Yi still protected him. Two village chiefs.

Neither of them received any harm.

High in the sky on the opposite side, Wang Qiang's head was no longer floating in the air.

The floating head had already been put back into the body, but the body was in tatters, and traces of bites could be seen everywhere.

"Dad, you can't kill anyone anymore. Go away! Go away! Mom...that woman has been punished, don't continue like this..." The dog, who had been held in the arms of the village chief, Er suddenly raised his head and shouted.

"Death...die..."

Wang Qiang's resentful soul ignored his son's words, and the red light in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Shua..."

The nails on both hands were as cold as the blades of swords. Wang Qiang was approaching the three of them. Small heads emerged from the Yin Qi wrapped around his hands, and they were emitting shrill wails, which made people terrified when they heard them.

"Get out of your way..."

Qian Yi suddenly stepped forward and stood in front of the two of them. The long knife in his hand cut through the gray fog and slashed towards Wang Qiang's nails with the weak blood.

"Dangdangdang..."

Sparks flew everywhere, illuminating the surrounding area extremely brightly.

Qian Yi was seriously injured, and he was already a little exhausted, so he couldn't stop Wang Qiang's attack. He was forced to retreat step by step in embarrassment.

"Sir..." Lin Yuan shouted anxiously upon seeing this.

Qian Yi didn't say anything. He didn't expect that he might die in this place tonight.

Green light suddenly flashed across Qian Yi's eyes, and Qian Yi felt an icy chill approaching his throat. Qian Yi was shocked, and the shadow of death had already shrouded his body.

Just then.

Suddenly there was a golden light approaching quickly from the distance.

"boom..."

Until there was an explosion, Qian Yi didn't feel the pain coming from his throat and quickly looked up.

I saw that Wang Qiang's resentful soul was being possessed by a mysterious text. It was a golden text, full of sacred aura. As the golden text appeared, waves of gray resentment emerged from his body.

Then it was burned away by the golden light and dissipated into wisps of white smoke.

"Ah~~"

A series of painful wails came from Wang Qiang's mouth.

At the same time, Wang Qiang's red pupils began to become lighter and lighter, and reason began to return to Wang Qiang.

"Little road, little road..." Wang Qiang's painful wails began to disappear. He looked down at the dog in Lin Yuan's arms and called out softly.

"father..."

Hearing the familiar call, Wang Lu immediately shouted excitedly.

"Xiaolu...my poor dog..." Wang Qiang fell in pain. The golden words on his body had dissipated, leaving only Wang Qiang's slightly transparent soul.

"Daddy..."

Wang Lu stretched out his little hand towards the place where the sound came from.

Seeing this, Wang Qiang quickly stretched out his hand to respond, but his big hand could only pass through the small hand. Wang Qiang was slightly startled, and the painful look on his face became more intense.

Seeing this, Qian Yi slowly stretched out his big hand, and then gently held the small hand.

Looking at his son's happy smile, Wang Qiang turned his head and looked at Qian Yi gratefully.

Qian Yi nodded and responded to Wang Qiang.

"Dad, go ahead! I will take care of myself, go ahead! I will remember daddy, I have a good daddy..." Wang Lu let go of Qian Yi's hand and whispered.

"Xiaolu is so good. Daddy will watch over Xiaolu from the sky. You have to be strong..."

"Uh-huh..."

At some point, the faces of one large and one young man were full of tears.

The gray fog has dissipated, and the moon has long come out, hanging high in the night sky. The pale moonlight falls, covering the earth with a layer of pure white gauze.

Wang Qiang turned to look at Lin Yuan, knelt on the ground, and then slowly said: "Village chief, I want to ask you one thing, can you help me take care of Xiaolu."

"Hey! Fish King, get up! I will help you keep an eye on this little guy. No one in the village will bully him. I will find him a job to make a living in the future so that he can live well."

Lin Yuan sighed, nodded and said.

"Thank you, thank you, village chief..."

"Dong Dong Dong..."

Wang Qiang kowtowed three times to the village chief, then stood up and reached out to touch Wang Lu's head. Although his hand still went straight through his son's body, he was satisfied.

"Xiao Lu, remember to listen to the village chief's words in the future. Daddy is gone, you have to be strong, and don't forget to be filial to the village chief when you grow up."

"Dad, I know..."

Wang Lu nodded his head. Although he couldn't see with his eyes, his face was firm.

"My Lord, village chief, I'm leaving. I'm sorry for the trouble I caused you..." Wang Qiang glanced at the two of them, and his body began to become illusory. His eyes looked straight at his child, full of reluctance.

Not long after, Wang Qiang's entire soul dissipated in the night sky.

Looking straight at the night sky, after a long time, Wang Lu finally spoke: "Grandpa Village Chief, is my dad gone?"

"Yes, he is gone..." Lin Yuan nodded and replied, touching the child's head with some pity.

"Wuwuwu... Dad..."

The crying that had been suppressed for a long time sounded at this moment, full of pain and reluctance.

"Cry! Cry! You will feel better if you cry..." The village chief had tears in his eyes, and gently patted the child's back to comfort him.

"Village Chief, I will have no relatives in the future... Wuwuwu..."