Two purple talismans sparkled with brilliance, and suddenly two purple lights shot out, alternately sinking into each other's eyebrows.
Ming Chan only felt his whole body tremble, feeling that a strange force was intruding into his mind, constantly stimulating his soul.
"Twin souls are what spell masters dream of." Yan Fangxiong's eyes shone with greed. "Soon, this thing will be mine."
"Ah!!" Mingchan shuddered and roared in pain. His whole body was shaking. He felt as if his soul was being grabbed by a hand and being pulled out desperately.
Buzz!
With a buzzing sound, a picture emerged in his mind.
It was that night again, and it was that man again. Under his feet, there were corpses all over the ground. Scarlet blood dyed the ground red. The strong smell of blood kept irritating the tip of his nose.
"Hahaha, the Dark Thunder Curse and the twin souls are all my, Yan Fangxiong's."
With the stimulation of this sentence, Ming Chan's memory surged out like a tidal wave like a hard stone being split open.
"Is it you?!" He stared at Yan Fangxiong with wide eyes and an angry look on his face, and said fiercely: "It was you who killed my father and my mother. You slaughtered the entire Ming family!"
"Oh? Did you finally remember?" Yan Fangxiong raised his eyebrows and looked at the furious Ming Chan jokingly. "But, you don't have to worry. You will be able to go down and spend time with your relatives soon. So, you should thank me!!"
"I'll kill you!!" Ming Chan roared, glaring at Yan Fangxiong with a pair of eyes like spitting fire, but he couldn't move under the restraint of the other party's purple talisman.
"Ha, kill me? Just think about it." Yan Fangxiong twitched the corner of his mouth, and then slammed Ming Chan to the ground. The terrifying power exploded, making his heart tighten and he spit out a mouthful of blood.
"However, with your current situation, I'm afraid you won't even have time to think about it."
Ming Chan rolled his eyes, his soul peeling off his body bit by bit under the stimulation of the purple talisman.
At the same time, his memory exploded at this moment, falling into the whirlpool of the past.
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"Dad, I mastered the Fireball Talisman today." A little boy who looked like a porcelain doll ran towards a man and said with a smile: "Look!"
The little boy took out a yellow talisman, and with a thought, the yellow talisman immediately turned into a fireball.
However, the fireball didn't last long before it trembled violently!
"Wow!" He exclaimed, and the fireball suddenly exploded.
"Be careful!" The man grabbed the little boy and protected him in his arms, preventing the little boy from being hurt by the bursting flames.
He sighed and said angrily: "Zhan'er, you are still young and cannot do two things at once. Therefore, during the process of casting the spell, you must concentrate on it, otherwise you will lose control."
"I know." Xiao Mingchan pouted, with a hint of grievance written on his face.
Seeing him like this, the man hugged him and said, "I heard that your mother is going to cook today. How about... let's go over and have a look."
"Really?" Xiao Mingchan's eyes lit up, and his originally aggrieved face suddenly became like a blooming flower. He smiled and said, "I like to eat the food cooked by my mother the most."
"Haha, you little glutton." The man raised his hand and scratched the tip of Xiao Mingchan's nose lovingly.
"Just a little bit!" Xiao Mingchan stuck out his tongue and hummed: "Who told mom to make delicious food? Don't dad think so?"
(End of chapter)