Immediately afterwards, several dazzling searchlights penetrated the entire room through the glass, constantly scanning the room. The bright halo of light swept across the faces of Jiang Futing and the people behind him from time to time, and finally focused on Song Minghui and An An.

The police's voices could be heard vaguely outside.

"The hostage is a child. There are three adults facing him!"

At this moment, the elevator in the corner dinged again, and the bodyguard who had just left was slowly dragging a box out of the elevator bit by bit.

Jiang Futing's pupils couldn't help but shrink. Is Song Cheng here? Already dead?

He suddenly felt an indescribable sense of depression, as if the box was pressing on him.

After all, he and Song Cheng have been classmates for three years. Before, he could show off his power and arrogance everywhere, but he was just lying quietly in the box.

When Song Minghui saw the bodyguards dragging the box out, the stern eyes that had been there before gradually disintegrated, and he looked at the heavy box with pain.

"Let's go." After the bodyguard walked to Song Minghui, Song Minghui put away his temporary sadness and looked like he was in a desperate situation. He grabbed the knife with a little force and scratched An An from time to time. The knife had long been stained.

Added a light layer of red.

"An'an!" Li Ningru screamed in fear, and when she saw the situation, she rushed to Song Minghui's side.

"Don't come over! If you come over, I'll cut it off right away!" Song Minghui was startled by Li Ningru's sudden movement, and pressed the knife handle down hard.

Although An An remained silent, his little face began to look increasingly pale. He never had a good rest after the operation. He was forced to bump around all the time, and his body did not recover at all. Now under such stimulation,

My breathing became a little weak.

"I don't move, I don't move! Don't hurt him." Li Ningru cried heartbreakingly, "Can you let him go? An An is not in good health. He will really die if he continues like this!"

Song Minghui remained indifferent to Li Ningru's plea, grabbing An An and retreating out of the door.

Just when the door was about to be opened, Bai Tang's clear voice sounded next to Jiang Futing: "Don't you want to save your son?

These words echoed in this empty room like a life-saving talisman. Song Minghui's tense body actually relaxed, and he returned to some sense and looked at him.

But in the next second, his reason was quickly swallowed up by ferocity: "Master Tiantian, are you kidding me? You didn't save my son when he was alive. Now that my son is dead, you tell me to save my son?"

"He's not dead yet." Bai Tang walked over calmly and said calmly.

"Teacher Bai Tian, ​​do you think I am a three-year-old child? I saw Ah Cheng die with my own eyes last night! Can't I even tell the difference between the living and the dead?"

"In other words, do you want him to come back alive?"

This sentence exploded in Song Minghui's mind, and something in his heart was shaken. His eyes hardened, he murmured, then raised his head and shouted: "Are you kidding me? My son has been dead for so long.

After being in the coffin for so long, you tell me I can survive?"

Bai Tang felt helpless and said, "Okay. If you don't believe it, just leave the coffin here and I'll give it a try. Anyway, for Mr. Song, the person is already dead. Whatever I try will have no effect."

Jiang Futing glanced at Bai Tang worriedly.

Bai Tang raised his eyebrows at him happily, as if he knew what he was doing.

Look.

"Okay! Then try, don't even think about wasting my time on purpose!"

"Don't worry, I won't destroy my own brand just to save face." Bai Tang said calmly.

As he walked over calmly, the sternness on Song Minghui's face was gradually replaced by thoughts and concerns for Song Cheng.

Bai Tang waved his hand easily, and the heavy-looking lid was easily lifted off by him. The moment he opened the lid, Jiang Futing felt a strong and overbearing black energy pouring out from the coffin.

It almost penetrated the entire empty room.

"Tsk, tsk." Bai Tang looked at it indifferently, and couldn't help but sympathize with Song Cheng who was lying inside.

Others still didn't understand what his reaction meant. Only Jiang Futing knew. He originally thought that the black silk he had seen on Jiang Chao was enough to make people's scalp numb, but the black aura coming out of Song Cheng's body,

That's what's truly shocking.

Dozens of rich black energies inside are mixed together, constantly attacking Song Cheng's soul. Although these black energies are not malicious in themselves, if they linger for a long time, they will automatically take away the essence of the human body, let alone these black energies.

She was filled with hatred for him.

Bai Tang raised his eyes and said to Song Minghui, who was looking at him with the last glimmer of hope in his eyes: "Let me first say that it is possible to save him, but it will damage the root and I'm afraid..."

Facing Song Minghui's strong expectations, he couldn't help but swallow the words he didn't finish.

Jiang Futing looked at Bai Tang with some doubts, wondering what he had not finished saying.

"It's okay, as long as we can bring him back to life!" Song Minghui showed such urgency for the first time, lowering his body and saying.

Bai Tang glanced at him, "Let's make an agreement first, one life for another, you let your son wake up, and you let go of the child in your hands."

Song Minghui didn't hesitate at all, and immediately agreed without hesitation: "Okay. Whatever it takes to save her!"

After getting his promise and it seemed that he was sincere, Bai Tang felt relieved and turned around to look at the person in the coffin seriously.

Then he took out the yellow talisman from the bag, threw it into the air, and then shouted loudly. As if he really understood his order, several talisman papers separated obediently and landed on Song Cheng's limbs.

and the top of the head.

He quickly formed hand seals with his hands and kept mumbling.

Jiang Futing watched as the stronger ghost energy surged out of him, rushing towards Huang Fu one after another.

The talisman paper seemed to be strongly stimulated and moved without any wind. As the gas gushing from Bai Tang's body became stronger and stronger, the surging force became stronger wherever the talisman passed near it.

The remaining ghost energy was extremely domineering and directly swallowed up the ghost energy scattered on Song Cheng's body. No matter how noisy the ghost energy attached to Song Cheng's body was, the ghost energy emanating from Bai Tang's body could not be swallowed up.

.

Not long after, the black energy on Song Cheng's body disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye until it completely disappeared.

Bai Tang pretended to look tired and slowly opened his eyes, and then said feebly: "Okay."

Song Minghui looked up with some doubts. Song Cheng still had his eyes closed peacefully, and his face was peaceful, without any of the arrogance or aggression he had in the past at school.

"Master Bai Tian, ​​are you kidding me?" Song Minghui looked at the man who was still motionless in the coffin, feeling like he was being fooled, and laughed angrily.

Bai Tang looked at him casually, made a tired gesture, and said unhurriedly: "Song

Don't worry, sir, it takes time for people to wake up."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man lying down opened his eyes in confusion.

Jiang Futing looked at the man who was gradually sitting up from the coffin, and felt that there seemed to be something different about Song Cheng. There was an indescribable dullness in the other person's eyes, missing a trace of agility.

He met Bai Tang who was just in front of him and turned around, and he was looking at him calmly.

The moment Song Minghui saw Song Cheng waking up, he couldn't hold back his inner joy and ran over.

"Crack!", with the crisp sound of metal hitting the cement floor, the knife had already fallen to the ground.

Jiang Futing quickly strode over, quickly kicked the knife aside, and then hugged An An, who was already extremely weak, and winked at Li Ningru, who was standing aside and hadn't had time to recover: "Get out quickly!"

Li Ningru ran over in surprise, quickly picked up An An, and ran out of the gate.

The police outside rushed to meet Li Ningru as soon as he ran out. Without the hostages, the police no longer had any worries. They rushed in from the outside in twos and threes and wrapped up the remaining people inside tightly.

At the same time, many camera flashes were flashing on and off from outside.

"Put down your weapons! Squat down and hold your head!" A policeman quickly rushed forward and pointed his gun at Song Minghui and the bodyguards who were surrounding the coffin.

Song Minghui seemed unable to see everything around him. All his attention was focused on the dull-looking man sitting in the coffin. He held Song Cheng's face with trembling hands, and his sharp eyes suddenly aged.

Many people said: "Ah Cheng! Ah Cheng! You finally woke up!"

Song Cheng looked at them foolishly, frowning in confusion, looking at everyone around him nervously, and shrank timidly: "Where is this?"

"This is a villa bought by dad, have you forgotten?" Song Minghui asked, his eyes filled with unstoppable concern: "How is your health? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Song Cheng was stunned for a long time, tilting his head and thinking hard. He raised his head and asked him innocently: "What is dad? What is a villa?"

Song Minghui didn't expect that he would suddenly ask this question. The expression on his face that was full of joy just now suddenly froze, and then he deceived himself and continued to smile and said kindly: "Acheng, have you slept for too long and are you joking with your father? After a while

Dad, just take you home, okay?"

Song Cheng still opened his eyes and looked at him confusedly.

Jiang Futing walked slowly and slowly to Bai Tang. He had noticed something was wrong from the moment Song Cheng woke up, and looked at Bai Tang with questioning eyes in his dark eyes.

Song Minghui blushed and looked at him excitedly: "What's going on? What did you do to my son?"

Bai Tang sighed and spoke slowly: "Mr. Song, I told you before, Guizi has been infiltrated by ghost energy for a long time, and it has damaged his roots. One of his three souls and seven souls has been damaged by ghost energy. He can only be rescued by force.

It will cause irreversible damage."

"No!" Song Minghui murmured in disbelief. Bai Tang's every word was like a hammer hitting his chest. He staggered back a few steps and looked at the person sitting in the coffin sadly:

"Will not!"

The faces that were originally full of hope turned completely gloomy, and there was no longer any sparkle in their eyes.
Chapter completed!