Fei Xuemin's madness was horrifying, but He Tingyun showed no gratitude. Instead, she rushed over and tightly grabbed his neck with sharp nails almost twenty centimeters long.
I was about to intervene, but He Tingyun's demeanor was too aggressive for me to defuse.
Turning my head to look at the bride in the bathtub, her complexion had turned pale, and her makeup on her face was disheveled, potentially from cold sweat or tears.
I rushed over to untie the ropes binding her, but He Tingyun suddenly yelled, and an invisible force grabbed my arm. Before I could react, I was thrown out of the bathroom and crashed into the wall.
I felt a sweet sensation in my throat as a mouthful of blood gushed out.
Du Xiaolan rushed to help me up and said, "Mingyang, are you okay? You can't die!"
I gave her a resentful look and weakly said, "Don't jinx me, I'm not going to die now."
"Oh, I see," she said and released my hands, and I stumbled, almost falling again.
Leaning against the wall, I looked towards Fei Xuemin, whose feet were already three feet off the ground, and his face was turning red. If he wasn't put down now, he might suffocate to death.
I hurried over and exclaimed, "He Tingyun, wait, many things haven't been clarified. Even if you want to kill Fei Xuemin, you can wait for him to finish speaking before killing him."
"We don't need your intervention!" He Tingyun turned her head, and clear veins were visible on her dark face.
Her terrifying appearance made me swallow the words on my lips. I looked at Fei Xuemin and asked urgently, "You said you have found the culprit. Who is the real culprit?"
Fei Xuemin couldn't utter a single word, only wailing and kicking his legs. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at the bathroom.
Seeing that he was on the verge of collapse, I couldn't afford to be afraid and shouted to He Tingyun, "How can you be so cruel? Is it really in your best interest to kill him without distinguishing right from wrong?"
"Do you have the right to interfere?" Sharp rebukes came from all directions.
I became bolder and said, "How can I not have the right? I wouldn't say a word if I hadn't encountered this today, but since I have, I can't stand idly by!"
Even I was surprised by my words.
He Tingyun looked at me again, her eyes wide open as if they might pop out at any moment.
Just as I didn't know what to do, a tender voice came from the side, "Mom, don't kill Dad, he really didn't harm us."
"Xiao He!" He Tingyun's face changed, and the previously revealed dark, vein-covered face suddenly returned to normal. Her long hair fluttered, and she let go of her hands. The sharp nails had disappeared, and she crouched down to touch Xiao He’s face and asked, "How did you come here? Didn't I tell you to stay at home?"
"I followed you out. I knew you were going to kill Dad, and I can't let you do that," Xiao He began to cry.
I hurried over to help Fei Xuemin up from the ground, his face already turning liver-colored. He nodded at me in gratitude and looked at the little boy with open arms, "Xiao He, is it really you? Two years have passed, and I didn't expect you to grow so big."
Xiao He rushed over to hug Fei Xuemin, but due to his limited abilities, he passed through Fei Xuemin.
Fei Xuemin, puzzled, still said, "Dad, quickly tell mom that it's not you who killed us."
Fei Xuemin looked up at He Tingyun, pointing to the bathroom and said, "Tingyun, I really didn't kill you back then. After you had the accident and fell into the reservoir, I knew things weren't that simple, so I spent a lot of money to investigate. Finally, I found out that the one who tampered with the car was the woman I married today."
"Are you trying to make excuses for yourself?" He Tingyun couldn't listen.
Fei Xuemin hurried to the bathroom, lifted the bride from the bathtub, threw her to the ground, and angrily scolded, "Tell me, why did you kill my son and Tingyun?"
The bride whimpered, and I quickly crouched down to remove the tape from her mouth. She took a deep breath and struggled to kneel on the ground, almost pleading, "Tingyun, listen to my explanation. I couldn't control myself, and I wanted to make you unconscious. I never thought you would fall into the reservoir and drown."
"Is it really you? I treated you like a sister when alive, why would you do this to me!" He Tingyun screamed sternly, her hair fluttering.
I was also extremely puzzled, He Tingyun actually knew the person who killed her, and it sounded like they used to be best friends.
Trembling, the bride said, "I came from a poor family, and when I saw you had such a rich boyfriend, I felt very sad. So, I vowed to find a wealthy man. But with my appearance, it was impossible, so I tampered with your car, hoping to make you unconscious and then calmly approach Fei Xuemin. I really didn't mean to harm you."
"Enough!" He Tingyun looked at her coldly, saying, "I always treated you like family, and you have disappointed me so much, making me live in a cold world for the past two years."
The bride, pale with anxiety, pleaded, "Tingyun, please forgive me, in the next life, I will serve you as a cow or a horse."
"Forgive you? But who will forgive me? Who will forgive my child!" He Tingyun raised her hands again, ready to rush over.
Seeing this, I quickly said, "Even if you kill her, you won't be able to live. There are laws in this world, and since she tampered with the car and caused your souls to perish in the reservoir, she should be handed over to those who govern human order."
"No." This time Fei Xuemin vetoed my opinion, arguing, "I want Tingyun to attach to her so we can be together forever."
"Is it a ghost possession?" I retorted.
Although ghost possession can allow a ghost to attach to a person, the person being possessed is essentially dead. As time goes on, the body will still decay.
"Not possession!" Fei Xuemin shook his head, a smug smile appearing on his face, "I learned a method from an expert that can extract a person's soul and attach Tingyun's soul to it, making this body as if it were Tingyun's own."
"You..." Suddenly, I remembered what had happened in my hometown and asked urgently, "Have you met a young man in a black short-sleeved shirt?"