The Crazy Son-In-Law

“Long San!” Yao Cen exclaimed in surprise.

In her mind, Long San was not weak at all. Dealing with three or even five ordinary people was no problem for him. But now, he couldn’t even get close to Sikong Xingrong.

At the same time, she realized that Sikong Xingrong’s words just now may not have been a delusion. He wasn’t talking nonsense, he was serious.

Overwhelming fear surged up in her heart. She had never seen supernatural powers before, and this was the first time she had confronted such a thing. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of horror.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Zhu Que frowned and drew her gun, firing three shots at Sikong Xingrong. With a slight whistle, the three bullets were directly shot out and landed on Sikong Xingrong’s body, but the bullets only left two small holes on his thin body, without even drawing a drop of blood.

Zhu Que was horrified and immediately realized that what she was facing might not be human!

She had heard about many mysterious witchcrafts from around the world on the dark web forum, but this was the first time she had encountered such a strange thing. She really couldn’t say what the thing in front of her was.

“I will stop him! Run!” Long San stood up again, with blood on the corners of his mouth, and he shouted hoarsely.

“Run? You will all die!” Sikong Xingrong revealed a grim smile.

“Let me show you the power of the Holy Spirit, so that you will have no regrets!” He slowly opened his arms, and suddenly several black vine-like things grew out of his back. These vines grew rapidly, with the thinnest one as thick as a child’s arm.

In the blink of an eye, the dense black vines had taken over half of the office. Boom! Boom!

The desk, sofa, and coffee table were all crushed by the destructive power of the vines.

Long San gasped in amazement, unable to speak. Fear was a human instinct, and he was no exception.

Faced with such a powerful force, out of the instinct of survival, he took a few steps back and even thought of running away. But he stopped his footsteps when he thought of Zhu Que and Yao Cen who was still inside.

“I owe Mr. Xiao so much, I can’t just leave them behind!” He swallowed his saliva and forced himself to calm down. He took out the baton in his hand and began hitting the branches.

Suddenly, a vine suddenly appeared from behind and pierced into his heart like a knife.

“Madam! Run… run!” Yao Cen was already scared stiff by the horrific scene. She crouched in the corner of the wall, shivering.

When she heard Long San’s weak cry, she looked up and was immediately stunned. She instantly covered her mouth and couldn’t say a word, feeling her scalp tingling.

A sharp vine pierced through Long San’s body and got to the front of his chest. The black vines seemed to be conscious and cruelly picked him up in mid-air. His eyes widened, and blood continuously flowed out from his mouth.

Chirp!

Another sharp vine pierced into his body like a knife. He convulsed weakly, and finally opened his mouth: “Run…”

“Long San!” Yao Cen trembled all over and exclaimed in horror, tears streaming from her eyes.

Zhu Que fired two more shots at Sikong Xingrong and hurriedly pulled Yao Cen and ran towards the door.

“Do you want to run?” Sikong Xinrong sneered cruelly. The vines twisted and curled towards the two of them with a rattling sound.

Zhu Que instantly raised her gun and fired again, but even after she ran out of bullets, she couldn’t stop the vines.

She threw the gun aside and quickly pulled out a dagger from her waist. She gritted her teeth and was ready to fight to the death.

Snap!

She leaped into the air and swung her knife towards Sikong Xinrong, but in the next moment, a vine had already whipped her and sent her flying several meters away, crashing to the ground.

She immediately got up from the ground, her face pale. Shortly after that, however, another vine wrapped around her neck, and she felt like she was about to suffocate. She instinctively reached out and tried to push them away.

At the same time, Yao Cen had also been tightly bound by two vines. She struggled desperately to break free, but it was all in vain.

“Don’t struggle anymore. Today, you and your husband will die! Everyone who offends my family must pay the price! You murderers, bandits, you deserve this!” Sikong Xinrong manipulated the vines to bring her to the front of him and sneered.

“It’s all because of me. You can kill me, but please let the others go.” Yao Cen’s face was pale, and her eyes were full of endless fear as she spoke in a trembling voice.

She was never fearless of death. Like everyone else, she would feel scared, especially now.

But faced with such a situation, she had completely lost hope. Long San had already died, and Zhu Que couldn’t hold on much longer.

Before she died, her last bit of sanity told her that since this was her fate, she should try to save as many people as possible. Perhaps it was because there was at least one person, and Yao Cen wanted him to live.

“If it wasn’t for me, nothing would have happened between Xiao Shun and Sikong Xing. Everything that happened later was also because of me. You can just kill me alone.”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“I saw your husband kill my most beloved grandson with my own eyes, he must die!” Sikong Xinrong refused in a stern voice.

“You overestimate yourself too much!”

Suddenly, a profound voice echoed in Sikong Xinrong’s ear, and his expression changed.

“Xiao Shun, you’re finally here!”

“Run!” Yao Cen panicked and looked around, shouting and crying.

Bang!

At that moment, she felt all the vines on her body suddenly break, and her body fell down uncontrollably. She instinctively closed her eyes and waited for the moment of landing.

At the same time, the vines on Zhu Que’s neck also lost all their strength, and she sat on the ground, panting heavily.

Sikong Xinrong’s face changed slightly. He didn’t expect Xiao Shun to be able to resist the power of the Holy Spirit.

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared beside Yao Cen, and the next moment she was already in his embrace. A familiar fragrance immediately came to her nose.

She slowly opened her eyes, and Xiao Shun’s thin face appeared in front of her.

The fleeting joy of surviving the disaster was immediately replaced by fear and anxiety. She struggled hard to break free from him, crying and cursing, “Who let you come? Run! Long San… He’s already… He’s dead.”

At these words, Xiao Shun’s heart jolted. He instantly scanned the surroundings, and Long San’s body appeared in his sight. He lay on the ground like a puddle of mud, blood flowing everywhere.

A heartbreaking grief surged into his heart, and his eyes were filled with icy killing intent. He put Yao Cen down on the ground and stood in front of her, his eyes sharp as a knife as he looked at Sikong Xinrong.

He immediately sensed a surge of powerful energy emanating from Sikong Xinrong. He was extremely sensitive to energy, and the last time he saw Sikong Xinrong at Shadow Stage, he didn’t sense any energy from him. There was no way he could have gained such a level of cultivation in such a short time.

Moreover, the techniques he was using seemed to be derived from spirit beings.

Spirit beings were rare and precious due to the depletion of Earth’s energy. And whatever was with the old man, they must have been around for hundreds of years.