"Nonsense! You're just guessing!"

"Am I talking nonsense? She didn't kill herself, but you killed her, right?"

"I didn't, she didn't want to commit suicide in a brothel!" As soon as the words came out, Ding Da's face changed, and he secretly scolded damned!

"It's really a guess, but now it's confirmed, it's really not human to sell his wife to a brothel to pay off his debts!" Fang Xile sneered: "Aren't you afraid that Sanya will become a powerful ghost and ask for your life!"

As soon as the words came out, Ding Da calmed down, and said with a cruel smile: "Haha, what if you become a ghost, she still can't kill me!"

Fang Xile glanced at Ding Da, only thinking that he was talking big.

"Even if you know, what can you do, it's not like I've been caught, it's too late!

"Oh, I have long found out that something is wrong, you are wearing shabby clothes on the outside, but the jacket exposed inside is very new, and the fire is filled with firewood on the surface, but in fact it is charcoal burned.

What kind of person is rich but does not dare to show his wealth? Someone who has money from the wrong way! So how can I not be guarded?"

"And you're still unconscious?"

Cheng Jiangyan rolled her eyes: "Even that little bit of drug can charm us, it's just pretending to see what you're going to do!"

Ding Da frowned, and a bad thought vaguely flashed in his heart.

"Don't panic!" the old bustard said in a deep voice, she has been in charge of the brothel for so many years, what kind of woman has never been seen: "There are only two women on the left and right, what are so many of us afraid of? Don't they still have ropes tied to their bodies!

"Rope?" Cheng Jiangyan smiled contemptuously, with a slight force, the hemp rope with the thickness of her fingers broke inch by inch and fell to the ground.

Fang Xile also stood up, patted the ashes on his body, and moved his muscles and bones.

"You ......" Ding Da, the old bustard's eyes flashed with panic, even if they have never eaten fat pork, they have seen fat pigs run, these two are martial artists!

"It's really unlucky, it's a trip in vain, even if Sanya becomes a ghost, the object of revenge should be these scum!" Cheng Jiangyan scolded.

"Sister, what should these people do? Kill them directly?" Cheng Jiangyan asked as she looked at a few people in disgust.

Fang Xile didn't speak, if he killed them, the Zhuang family and the old people in the village today would know that they had come to find Ding Da......

If they were sent to the official, they did not kill Sanya, at most they would be sentenced to the crime of forcing Liang to become a prostitute, and forcing Liang to be a prostitute in the Qin State was not a capital crime, and they could come out after a few years of prison food, which would be cheaper for them.

"Hey, what is this?"

Cheng Jiangyan's eyes fell on the beam of the house, and there was an old Buddha statue pasted on the beam of Ding's house, and she could see it from this angle, and she stretched out her hand to wrap the Buddha with true qi......

"Stop!" Ding Da's expression changed dramatically in an instant, and he pounced on him: "You can't reveal it, this Buddha is suppressing the ghosts!"

However, it is still a step too late.

"Torah—"

The Buddha left the beam of the house and fell lightly into Cheng Jiangyan's hands.

The temperature in the house dropped rapidly, and a gust of wind blew from nowhere, whimpering like a woman's cry, just in time to blow out the oil lamp in the house and the lantern in the bustard's hand.

In the darkness, an indescribable change is slowly growing.

Fang Xile's expression was surprised, he didn't expect Sanya to really become a ghost, but he was suppressed by the Buddha, Ding Da's psychological quality is really good, and he has lived with ghosts for so many years.

She held out her hand, thought for a moment, and put it down.

There are people who are less worthy of being alive than demons.

"Bang bang! bang bang!"

Ding Da's heart was pounding, it's over, it's still out!

Step by step, he stepped back, and with the familiarity of the room, he wanted to relight the oil lamp.

Ding Da stretched out his hand and touched the table, and found it!

He re-lit the oil lamp with a flint, and the dim light swayed in the wind, flickering and dimming.

Ding Da breathed a sigh of relief, it's good to have light, and if there is light, ...... "Ah!"

His eyes widened in an instant and he screamed, his fingers trembling and pointing to the wall, his lips trembling and unable to speak.

I saw that the old bustard was nailed to the wall by the tablet, and the blood flowed out along the tablet and fell to the ground to gather into a small pool, her chest rose and fell slightly, and she was not yet dead.

Huge fear captured Ding Da's heart, and tears flowed slowly and uncontrollably.

The wind became stronger, blowing through the room, creaking the doors and windows, and extinguishing the oil lamps again.

There seemed to be a pair of eyes in the darkness, staring straight at him, with an irresolvable hatred.

Ding Da felt that the blood all over his body was coagulated, and he couldn't even move, so he could only wait for the horror to come in despair.

"Bang!"

The window was blown open, and several big men at the door were lying on the ground, their necks had been twisted at some point, their eyes were open, as if they had seen something terrible before they died, or had endured great pain, their faces were hideous and distorted, and blood and tears slowly flowed out of their eyes.

"Ahh

Ding Da felt that he was going crazy, he didn't want to die, he finally paid off his debts, and finally saved some money to start over in a different place.

"I was wrong! I was wrong!

Ding Da squatted down with his head in his arms, and there was no change after a while, could it be that Sanya let him go with a soft heart?

He raised his head boldly, his heart beating in fear.

A pale face was only a fist away, tattered and rotting skin, maggots burrowing in its sockets, hollow black sockets staring at him, and he could even smell it when he got close.

The stench of decay exclusive to the dead!

In the next second, Ding Da was hoisted high.

"Ahem!"

He struggled desperately, saw Fang Xile and Cheng Jiangyan standing below, saw the Buddha in their hands, as if seeing the last straw, and kept repeating two words: "Save me, save me, save me ......"

His neck was pinched, the air left him little by little, and despair and resentment rose from his heart.

It turned out that hanging was such a painful thing.

This was Ding Da's last thought before he died.

The ghost turned her head and stared at Fang Xile and Cheng Jiangyan with malice, her bloodthirsty desire made her not want to let go of any living person, but she instinctively felt that the two were not easy to mess with.

At the same time, the two of them were also looking at the ghost, it was wearing a red wedding dress, probably specially changed before death, and now the color is dull, the fabric is broken, it is obviously a festive color but it reveals infinite sadness, just like a straw rope in her good years, broken and broken.

The ghost screamed and lunged at him.

Fang Xile stretched out her right hand, the powerful true qi left her body, her long hair and the corners of her clothes were blown up by the air current, fluttering and flying with the wind, at this moment, she seemed to be a judge who controlled life and death, with a little compassion and a little ruthlessness.

True Qi enveloped the ghost and continued to compress into a spherical shape.

With a gesture of his hand, the real balloon returned to his hand.

With the force of the fingers, the true balloon was pinched and popped, restored to the most basic true qi and yin qi, and overflowed.

"Let's go!"