Chapter 98

Moreover, just now the master said that there was her son's blood on the black block!

"Master, this..."

Song zhuohai was ready again, but he was shocked by the black block.

Old man song's face was tense, and his hands holding crutches could not help shaking with anger.

Their song family has always valued peace. Who has wasted so much thought to harm them!

If they find out who did it, the Song family will not let it go easily!

"This is a kind of spell. A figure carved in Yin wood can cast a spell by writing eight characters of time on it and adding the blood of its owner.

The situation of the cursed person depends on the position of the doll.

The doll was buried in the earth and covered from the sun. The person who cast a spell on young master song probably wanted to suppress young master song's light and live in the dark forever.

To put it simply, it is not to let young master song turn over. "

Lu Zijia explained to them in detail, and then went to the villa before the Song family recovered.

Song Zixuan grabbed the black block's hand and trembled slightly because of too much force.

His eyes, I don't know when they were stained with scarlet.

Live forever in the dark?

Oh, hasn't he been living in the dark for 24 years since he was sent abroad?

There is clearly a home but can't go back. There are the closest people but can't meet. Is there anything darker than this?

No Ha ha ha——

"Son..."

She found her son smiling silently and ferociously. Fang Yueqiu nervously grabbed her son's arm and was worried.

Although the truth of the matter is not yet complete, Fang Yueqiu knows that his son's Tiansha lone star is afraid that someone did it deliberately to break up their song family!

Because of an outsider's word, but their son has been wronged for so many years, their parents will feel guilty for a lifetime.

"Son, I wronged you. It's dad who's sorry for you."

Song zhuohai went to song Zixuan, patted him on the shoulder and admitted that he had done wrong.

"Dad knows it's no use saying anything now, but Dad will give you justice."

Song zhuohai finished, patted his son on the shoulder again, turned his eyes and entered the villa.

"Alas! A good home, why... "

Old man song couldn't help crying. He looked up at the clear sky and didn't let his tears stay.

"Mom, Grandpa, I'm fine."

Song Zixuan took a deep breath, suppressed all the negative emotions, smiled at his mother and grandpa, and then turned to catch up with Lu Zijia.

After entering the villa, Lu Zijia stepped up the stairs without stopping and walked to the second floor.

"Let's start with this room!"

Lu Zijia stopped at the door of the first room on the second floor and said to song zhuohai who followed behind him.

Song zhuohai's face changed again. "This is my father's room."

After an explanation, song zhuohai opened the room and invited Lu Zijia in.

Lu Zijia was not polite either. He walked into master song's room and went straight to the target.

"This brush is made of the hair of a dead baby born more than a month.

Mr. Song should like this brush very much, right? Burn all the calligraphy and paintings written with this brush! "

The dead baby was refined into a spirit of resentment by the person who made this brush. The calligraphy and paintings written with this brush will be infected with some resentment.

A little makes a lot. If you have too much resentment, people will be affected by it.

If you are not a determined person, you will do some extreme things.

PS: cough, what, spells, etc. are all the author's nonsense. Please don't take it seriously~