Wen Wenya looked at the puppet lying on the ground, writing distorted words like ghost drawings in black and red blood, but she could still see at a glance, this is her birthday eight characters, and there is a silver needle stained with dried blood on the eight characters of her birthday, which is more and more weird and vicious: "Witchcraft Gu Technique!" ”

Ning Shuqian panicked, only to find that the doll fell to the ground, and she couldn't care about the dull pain in her hips, so she reached out and grabbed the doll, holding it tightly in her hand, now the only thing she can rely on is this doll, she can't lose this doll.

Wen Wen Ya walked over slowly, as if all the momentum on her body had been constricted, but her whole person was like a turbulent ancient well, deep and terrifying, she squatted beside Ning Shuqian, grabbed Ning Shuqian's hand holding the puppet, and pulled her fingers away one by one......

"What are you going to do, Wen Wenya, open me up!" Ning Shuqian held the doll desperately, unwilling to let go, her strength was very heavy, very strong, every movement was tough, as if she was going to break her fingers, and she felt that the fingers that were pulled away by Wen Wenya were painful.

Wen Wenya forcefully pulled away her fingers and snatched the doll she was holding tightly, because the action was too strong, the silver needle on the back of the doll crossed Ning Shuqian's palm, and slashed diagonally from the tiger's mouth between the thumbs to the edge of the little finger, and the long scratches spanned the entire palm.

"Ah, it hurts......" Ning Shuqian looked at the long scratches in her hands, and the gorgeous and bewitching blood beads rushed out of the wound, and then turned into a terrifying blood stain, the blood spread down the blood stains, dripping on the ground, and the pain also spread all the way, making her face distorted a little more.

Wen Wenya took the puppet, up and down, left and right, back and forth, looked at Ning Shuqian with a sneer, and showed a mocking and contemptuous look in her eyes: "The purpose of you stealing into my room was to take my hair or close-fitting clothes and hand them over to the Taoist priest to cast spells, and then prick my birthday with silver needles every day, and use witchcraft to deal with me!" ”

It seems that Ning Shuqian knew that she had lost her last reliance and had no master, and she was in chaos, and she was so absurd that she used this ethereal ghost and god technique to deal with her.

"The master is really right, you are a demon, an evil worship, and you are here to seek revenge on me." Ning Shuqian's eyes widened suddenly, if it wasn't for a demon, how could she know what she was going to do next just by relying on a puppet.

"You're right, I'm here to get revenge on you." Wen Wenya pressed towards Ning Shuqian, her eyes flashing with chilling hatred, this was the first time she had clearly revealed her hatred in front of Ning Shuqian.

The hatred in her eyes made Ning Shuqian's brain stunned, as if her soul was suffering from Ling Chi's pain under such terrible hatred, she subconsciously shrank her body back, but what echoed in her mind was what the master said before: "She was wronged in her previous life, and she came here to seek revenge in this life......"

If it weren't for the injustices of her previous life, how could Wen Wenya, a little slut, have such hatred for her?

Wen Wenya threw the puppet in her hand into Ning Shuqian's face, and said with a cold face: "However, Ning Shuqian!" You don't think that a mere puppet can really deal with me......" Her words turned, and the corners of her lips once again hooked up a faint and sneering arc: "It won't be because I lost my biggest support, and now I end up in a lonely and helpless end, and I know that I can't deal with me, so I rushed to the doctor to believe in this ghost and god technique!" ”

Ning Shuqian listened to her words, suddenly widened her eyes, and looked at her in disbelief: "You...... What do you mean? ”

Could it be that Wen Wen Ya, a little slut, knew about that person's existence, and that person suddenly disappeared, could it be related to Wen Wen Ya?

Wen Wenya looked at her with a sneer: "Aunt Ning, do you still know about the purge on Black Sunday a while ago?" Looking at Aunt Ning's appearance, it doesn't seem clear that the person behind your back who is helping you deal with me is the force of Black Sunday, but ...... Black Sunday is long gone, and there will be no one to help you deal with me again. ”

"It's not true, it's not true!" Ning Shuqian's round eyes stared at Wen Wenya, stiff and motionless, and in her eyes, there was a dark and dull weirdness, which was extremely terrifying.

She didn't want to believe Wen Wenya's words, but she couldn't convince herself that the bodyguard that the person had given her before had suddenly disappeared when the Black Sunday people were purged, and she only began to be unable to contact the person when they were purged on Black Sunday, there was no such coincidence in this world.

"You're lying to me, slut, you're lying to me at all." Ning Shuqian's round eyes were not contracted, but they widened because of hatred, and there was one embedded in the empty eye socket, which seemed to condense all the resentment, hatred, ruthlessness, and vicious madness, making her whole person look hideous and terrifying.

"It doesn't matter if you believe it or not, the important thing is ...... Now I want to deal with you as easily as if I had wrinkled an ant to death. Wen Ya's voice was light and charming, cold and cold, and as she spoke, she slowly spread out her palms, and then her five fingers were closed, and her hands were clenched together, exuding an amazing aura of anger.

Ning Shuqian's body softened, looking at the warmth and elegance in front of her, she was so close to her, as if she was trapped in a narrow and narrow square inch, and even her breathing became uncomfortable, she said in a panic: "No...... You can't hurt me...... I'm your dad's wife, and your dad won't let you hurt me, with your dad in ...... You'll never dare to do anything to me......"

Ning Shuqian's words hit the nail on the head at once, even if grandpa was disappointed in Wen Haowen, but he broke the bones and tendons, grandma and Wen Haowen breathed out in one nostril, and although she didn't recognize Wen Hao's father in her heart, she couldn't ignore humanity, because of Wen Haowen, she really couldn't do anything to Ning Shuqian, besides...... The real mastermind behind Black Sunday has not yet surfaced, and Ning Shuqian is still very useful.

Her silence made Ning Shuqian more and more arrogant, she laughed maniacally, and her face was full of smugness: "Hahahaha...... Even if no one in the Wen family recognizes me, so what, as long as your father admits me, if you dare to hurt me, I will let your father and your grandfather and father and son become enemies, and let you bear the burden of humanity and be pointed out by thousands of people. ”

Wen Wenya looked at her arrogant and smug expression, her hands clenched into fists, her body trembled stiffly, and she really wanted to rush forward and beat her up.

Ning Shuqian became more and more wanton: "You know, I have this ability, otherwise your father, who has always flaunted filial piety, how could your grandfather be so angry that he was admitted to the hospital, as soon as you returned to the Wen family, your father was so disgusted with you and even hated you, hahahaha...... That's all my credit......"

Wen Wenya's clenched fist suddenly let go, and a faint look appeared on her face: "It's just a dying struggle." ”

She said the Black Sunday incident in order to extinguish all of Ning Shuqian's hopes, crush all her will and fighting spirit, and make her desperate and helpless, and now her goal has been achieved.