Fu Wei saw that the red-headed man had been affected by his hypnosis, so he prepared to strike while the iron was hot.
She continued in a gentle voice: "Look at the person you pushed out the window, that person has a ghostly look. If he dies, your ICV will collapse. Get him up quickly, hurry up!"
The red-headed man's eyes were dull and his expression was dull. He left Fu Wei by accident and stumbled towards the window.
"What's wrong with you? Please wake up!" The clone holding Linghua's wrist looked at him confused, not knowing why his eyes suddenly became distracted and his behavior was abnormal.
The red-headed man stood by the window and looked down. In his eyes at this moment, Linghua, who was full of fear and tears, turned into a ghostly look. It was as if a cold silver mask really appeared in front of him.
He said in a trembling voice: "Dad, why did you fall? I'll pull you up right now." The red-headed man stretched out his hand and grabbed Linghua's arm tightly.
The clone standing next to him was shocked, and he said helplessly: "Are you confused? She is not Mr. Ghost Eyes."
He looked at Fu Wei and others with hatred and said, "These people must have poisoned you. I will help you get rid of the people here."
He once again scratched Linghua's hand with glass shards, hoping that she would fall to her death.
"You are just an insignificant shadow of me, how dare you go against me!" The red-headed man glared at him angrily. In his eyes, the clone's face seemed to have a look of contempt and arrogance, and his mouth opened and closed.
, as if saying something to defy him.
The red-headed man suddenly picked up a sharp-edged piece of debris and slashed the clone's throat.
Blood gurgled out instantly. The clone's eyes were wide open, and before it even had time to moan, its body turned into a handful of light powder.
"It's okay, Dad, I've already eliminated all the people who don't have eyesight." The red-headed man looked at Linghua hanging in mid-air, still thinking that he was pulling his father Guimu.
Linghua looked at him tremblingly, not daring to say a word at all, fearing that if she startled him, he would suddenly wake up and get rid of the influence of Fu Wei's hypnosis.
Liu Weike and others cautiously gathered at the window, not daring to act rashly for a while.
But at this moment, the red-headed man's expression suddenly became a little strange. His eyes stayed on his arm, where the veins were bulging and there were wrinkles on the skin. It looked like a young man's arm.
His ears suddenly recalled what Guimu once said: "Instead of lingering and living half-dead for dozens of years in this world, it is better to live shorter but stronger. There is no difference between you and others.
, and it must be put to use in order to have a foothold in ICV.”
There was a look of unwillingness and resentment on the red-headed man's face. His eye circles were red and his voice was trembling. "I am your son, but why are you always so cruel to me? My life and death seem to be insignificant to you.
things."
Linghua didn't know why his expression changed suddenly. She was exhausted and her body was shaking even more violently.
"If you die, will I no longer have to suffer torture? Will the entire ICV completely belong to me? Those who are loyal to you will all obediently crawl at my feet, follow my wishes, and listen to me
Order, right?" The corner of the red-headed man's mouth curled up, and a terrifying sneer appeared on his face.
"I really can't hold on for that long. If I let go now, you won't blame me, right?" The red-headed man's hand gradually became less tight. If he let go completely, Linghua would
He will fall instantly, and he will either die or be disabled.
A trace of unbearability seemed to flash across the red-headed man's face. He looked at the hard ground downstairs tangledly and murmured: "I actually don't want you to die that much. After all, you are my father, and I don't want you to die."
You also don’t care about the family relationship between father and son. You said, why can’t you be nicer to me all these years?”
Linghua was fat and heavy, and the red-headed man felt a little strenuous at the moment. There were blue veins on his forehead and neck, and his palms were sweaty, and his heart was wandering about letting go.
And the edge of not letting go.
Fu Wei originally thought that after using hypnosis to deceive the red-headed man, he would immediately rescue Linghua. This kind of scene was something she never expected. She did not expect that there would be such a big difference between the red-headed man and Guimu.
Disrespect.
Linghua's heavy body suddenly fell a little again, and now the red-headed man was no longer holding her wrist, but her sweaty fingers.
"Don't, don't let go..." Linghua was so scared that her voice was trembling. Her hands were still sweating. If this continued, even if the red-headed man didn't let go intentionally, her hand might fall out of his palm at any time.
slide.
She seemed to have grasped the last straw, clenching her hands subconsciously. Her nails scratched the red-headed man's palm, scratching his flesh.
This sudden pain suddenly awakened the red-headed man's consciousness. He stared at Linghua below, his eyes no longer dull and distracted. Linghua's frightened face became clearer and clearer in front of his eyes.
There is no trace of ghosts here at all.
After regaining his composure, the red-headed man realized that he had just been hypnotized by Fu Wei. He said with a gloomy face: "How dare you plot against me! Go to hell!" He let go of Linghua's hand without hesitation.
At this critical moment, Liu Weike rushed to the window. She tried to grab Linghua's arm, but she didn't even touch her fingertips.
Just when Linghua closed her eyes tightly, thinking that she was certain to die, her hand was suddenly grabbed by something cold and hard.
She opened her eyes with fear, and found layers of stones appearing in Liu Weike's palm. Those solid stones automatically connected into unbreakable stone pillars, extending in her direction and bending near her fingers.
He folded it and wrapped her right hand tightly.
One end of the bent stone pillar was tied to Linghua, and the other end was wrapped around Liu Weike by the window sill.
Linghua's whole body was soaked in cold sweat at this time. She felt as if she had just escaped from the gate of hell. Until now, she was still so nervous that her heart was beating like a drum and her breathing was short.
Liu Weike was so eager to save people that almost half of her body was hanging outside. She had consumed a lot of energy by continuing to chase the red-headed man's clone, and now she was a little exhausted. She gritted her teeth and a bulge appeared on her forehead.
There were blue veins all over his body, and his arms began to tremble slightly.
The red-headed man standing by the window looked at Liu Weike who gritted his teeth and persisted, and said quietly: "Sister Weike, why do you still love to be a hero so much?"
