Chapter 42 42 God-Loving Spiritual Weapon

Chapter 42 42. Mu Shen’s Spiritual Weapon

The man who came out had a haggard face, and he was the father of the girl in the white dress.

Xia Feng took a deep breath and looked at the girl who was still in a daze, wondering: "Isn't she your daughter?"

"Daughter? No, no, I'm her stepfather."

The man smiled faintly, "You two, it seems that you just happened to pass by. How about we keep out of each other's way and don't disturb my experiment?"

Experiment on you~ Xia Feng cursed in his heart, and his big knife had been thirsty for a long time. If he didn't chop off this guy's dog head, he wouldn't be named Mu!

But just as he was about to take action with a frown, Mu Qingtong suddenly said, "I have encountered a bottleneck in my experiment recently. If you don't mind, we can stay here to protect you and watch at the same time."

Xia Feng's hand froze when he was about to draw his sword. He coughed and adjusted his hood, smiling, "That's right, brother, we are also studying how to use family conflicts to create evildoers. Maybe we can exchange experiences~"

The man didn't expect that the two people would neither stop him nor leave, but instead proposed to stay and watch as guardians?

He pondered for a moment but didn't refuse, "Okay, just don't make trouble."

"Don't worry, we are not bad people. No, we are not good people." Xia Feng nodded and vowed to only watch.

The man nodded and ignored the two people, but stretched out his hand in front of the middle-aged woman and the girl in white.

The middle-aged woman suddenly woke up from the illusion, but before she could come to her senses, she saw her daughter walking towards her slowly with empty eyes and black air floating in the corners of her eyes.

She was stunned for a moment, and recognized that this was a symptom of a dysphoria.

"Xiao Qiu." She stepped back with horror in her eyes, and before she could react to how her daughter came back to life, the girl grabbed her throat and pressed her to the edge of the rooftop with great force.

"Die. Die, all of you." The girl in the white dress whispered strangely, and her mouth twitched.

The middle-aged woman struggled in fear, but it was in vain. She saw her husband not far away from her, and she hurriedly asked for help, "Lao Yu! Come on, come and help, my daughter has a dysphoria!!"

"Ah? How could it be." The stepfather came to the two of them, gently patted the woman's arm, and said jokingly, "Come on, Lu Meili, relax, let your daughter vent her nerves. After all, your daughter is so happy to be taken care of by you, she won't have a dysphoria."

"?!!" Lu Meili was stunned by her husband's words. What was going on? How could her husband, who had lived with her for many years, become a different person?

"Yu! Are you crazy!!"

The stepfather ignored her, but came behind the girl and whispered in her ear with a sly smile: "Xiao Qiu, your mother said before that you are a heartless person, why don't you prove it to her?"

As he said that, he quickly stuffed a sharp knife into the girl's hand, and he held the girl's hand and stabbed it straight down.

Lu Meili's pupils shrank suddenly and she resisted in fear, but the tip of the knife approached her eyebrows little by little, and enlarged in her eyes.

"Yes, yes, that's it~~" The bewitching and strange whisper sounded in the girl's ear again, "Do it, prove it to her~"

"How could it be like this?" At this moment, Lu Meili suddenly remembered that her daughter had told her that her stepfather wanted to turn her into a doomed person.

At that time, she felt angry. Her daughter could make up any lies to drive away her stepfather, and she was getting worse and worse.

How could this happen? The pain of despair filled her. She regretted it so much that she shouldn't have remarried. If she could run the bun shop well, she would have run it well.

"Da!"

Two blood lines slid down the girl's eyes. The tip of the knife tilted and fell on the tile platform with a crisp sound.

"It's really useless, so what." The stepfather frowned and picked up the knife. He stabbed it cleanly and directly into Lu Meili's eyebrows.

The middle-aged woman's happy expression after surviving the disaster was frozen.

This move caught Xia Feng off guard, but it didn't matter. Anyway, his goal was just to save the poor girl.

It was just that Mu Qingtong didn't take action at this time, which confused him. He couldn't figure out what Mu Qingtong was thinking.

Before, he was afraid that Mu Qingtong had some back-up to arrange, so he followed and watched.

But now if he didn't take action, he would run away.

"So, your experiment failed?" But just when Xia Feng was about to make a move, Mu Qingtong spoke again, stopping Xia Feng again, and he almost choked.

The middle-aged man turned around and smiled, "I guess so. I didn't expect my stepdaughter to have such an unexpectedly strong willpower. She just held on and didn't make a move. If it were someone else, they would have become a ruined person."

"That's a pity." Mu Qingtong nodded with a little regret.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and nodded, "It's indeed a bit - uh -"

Before he finished speaking, the bright red tip of the knife pierced straight out of his throat, 'uh -' he looked up with fear, raised his hand tremblingly to cover his neck, but as the tip of the knife pulled back, blood gushed into the sky like a fountain.

Pah--

His body softened and fell to the ground. The last scene he saw before he died was the girl in a white dress holding a bloody knife. The whites of her eyes turned dark, and her pupils turned into a golden cross symbol, staring at him quietly:

"I mean, you can die now."

"!" The man tilted his head.

"!" Xia Feng also tilted his head, O_o staring at the girl in the white dress with one eye wide open in disbelief, and then suddenly turned back to look at Mu Qingtong.

"Fuck, this is your spiritual weapon ability?" Xia Feng's tone was shocked. This thing is not justified!

I knew that Mu Qingtong, an old man, couldn't possibly have a spiritual weapon.

"Spiritual weapon?" The red peach man tilted his head, "What are you talking about? Why don't I understand?"

"By the way, do we know each other?"

Xia Feng: "."

Okay, okay, act, if you want to act, just continue acting.

Snap——

The symbols in the white dress woman's eyes disappeared, and her body softened and fell to the ground.

Xia Feng stepped forward to sniff and nodded: "Fortunately, he just fainted."

"This man is not dead yet."

"What?" Xia Feng looked back in confusion.

Mu Qingtong stood beside the dead man, holding some equipment as if to extract the soul. After about two seconds, she shook her head and said in a slightly depressed tone: "There is no soul. This is a power clone. He is not dead yet."

"Not dead?"

Xia Feng nodded. It was not surprising that he was not dead. This man was not a simple person at first glance. It was normal for him to have some back-up.

Compared to whether the man was dead or not, he was more concerned about Mu Qingtong's spiritual weapon.

"So, is your spiritual weapon ability hypnotic? Or control? It looks like a very powerful control skill." Xia Feng flipped the girl's eyelids and fell into deep thought, "What is the trigger condition? Look directly into your eyes? No, no, you are wearing a mask"

"The people around are still in the illusion, it seems that the phantom is still here and has not left." Mu Qingtong looked up and looked around.

"I understand, the trigger condition is to hear your voice!" Xia Feng clapped his fists and suddenly realized.

Mu Qingtong turned around and said: "Can you sense it and find the phantom? This phantom should be in the same group with the man."

"Or, your spiritual weapon ability actually has no trigger condition at all?" Xia Feng thought.

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Mu Qingtong: "Did you listen to me?"

Xia Feng: "Eh? Good question~ This is what I want to say!"