After Ziqing finished speaking, she glanced at the woman and raised a good-looking smile, "This is what I saw with my own eyes." ”

The woman covered her chest and felt a little scared, and she told ghost stories in the middle of the night, which was really a bit infiltrating!

"What is this kid doing in the middle of the night?" The woman obviously didn't believe it, how could she wait so long if there was retribution early.

"Why do you say that the legend of the Eighteen Hells has been circulating for so long, is it really apocryphal? Maybe there really is, and the ghost door of the Midyear Festival is wide open, how can these customs still be believed in today? Is there no sin when a man dies? I don't believe it, my grandfather said that people die to atone for their sins, and you know that you can only be reincarnated if you have atoned for your sins. It is said that your parents can also atone for your sins, your mother died very early, it seems to be an accident, what a coincidence, you can avoid it by one step, what a pity, do you say this is God's retribution for you? Hey, why is there a young man standing next to you? He looks quite beautiful, 1.8 meters tall, with a three-seven-point comb on his hair, a bit imitating Aaron Kwok, and there is a mole in the corner of his eye near his sideburns, do you know him? Why does he look at you with a resentful expression? ”

Ziqing suddenly changed the topic, and there was a hint of coldness in her delicate smile.

"You, you...... Don't talk nonsense, what Wang Ming, I don't know at all. The woman waved her hand in panic.

Ziqing stood up and piled the last bit of paper into the fire, these paper money were burned to the original owner and mother Xiao Hong, she would burn money every year to worship, never forgotten, she used to go to the cemetery to burn, and now she happened to burn it here.

Ziqing looked at her condescendingly, her eyes were cold, "When did I say that his name is Wang Ming?" Are you not admitting yourself? ”

"You, who are you?" The woman fell to the ground in fright.

"I ...... I'm just a ghost! Zi Qing was full of energy, the void began to flicker black and red, and the space shook without wind, his voice had a terrifying echo, and the whole person was also bright and dark. It's amazing to look at.

"I, I...... I don't believe it, don't scare me, don't come to me. I didn't beat you, I was forced, I spoke for you, and I got a few slaps, I'm just a little policeman. They didn't listen to my ...... at all. The woman sat on the ground and broke down and cried.

It was that night that she was scared and kept crying, the man invaded her, a possession is so many years, married and refused to let go of himself, he wanted to be transferred to work in the field several times, but was also pressed down, outsiders looked at her glamorous, but in fact she lived in fear every day, every time the phone rang, she wanted to cry.

"This is your retribution, the sea of bitterness is boundless, and it is the shore to turn back." Ziqing once again used her mana to fill her momentum.

The woman held her head and whimpered and cried. Ziqing shook her head, who can blame one step for today's ending.

"I'll come back to you again." After Ziqing finished speaking, she went straight through the night and returned to the 84 store.

As soon as the woman looked up, she was gone, and she screamed in fright, "Ah! ”

There was no one on the street in the middle of the night, and the whole road was seen at a glance, how did Ziqing disappear? I didn't see her go.

The woman was so frightened that she left in a panic, and ran back home quickly, inadvertently dropping a bracelet, looking at such a mahogany Buddha bracelet. Wang Ming picked it up and went back to store No. 84.

"I picked this up." Wang Ming handed the things to Ziqing.

Ziqing sneered with the Buddha bracelet, "Even the Buddha refuses to bless him, it seems that he is really exhausted." ”

"How about I take you to meet your parents?" Ziqing said suddenly.

"Is that okay?" Wang Ming became excited.

"You can write a few words to your parents." Ziqing took out a piece of dark paper and handed it to him.

"Thank you."

Wang Ming sat at the table and thought for a long time. In the end, I drew a cartoon, the joy of the family together, and then the boy died and fell to the ground, and then the parents were sad, and the boy was like an angel jumping above his parents' heads in a hurry but there was nothing he could do, and the last picture was that the parents were working together to see the scenery outside. There is a smile on the face.

He hopes that his parents can see a little more clearly, let go of themselves and punish themselves, so that they can live happily in their old age.

There is not a word in the whole process, and these paintings make people cry when they look at them.

"I've got it written." Wang Ming handed the paper to Ziqing.

"Okay, let's go."

Ziqing took him to his parents' residence, because his parents have always refused to compromise to seek justice for their son, so they live in a board house next to the shed, the environment is very poor, they took all the money, and set up a breakfast stall here, because the old couple is affordable and loves to clean, and the nearby residents come here to eat, and the business is not bad.

Ziqing knocked on the old couple's room, the door opened, and the old lady looked a little old, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm a friend of Wang Ming, and I'm here to send you something." Ziqing smiled.

"Obviously? Then you come in. The old lady obviously didn't believe it, but she still let Ziqing into the house.

The room is too small, there is no place for a bed and a table, the whole room looks very aggrieved, the old man sat on the bed and counted the hairy tickets, raised his head and glanced at Ziqing, and also looked puzzled.

It was the middle of the night, and seeing that it was almost dawn, they got up to make breakfast.

"I am a friend of Wang Ming, I came to visit your second elder, he has something for me to hand over to you, whether you believe it or not, don't act rashly in the near future, the old man said that good and evil will be rewarded in the end, believe me Their qi is going to run out." Ziqing stood in front of them with a shallow smile.

Wang Ming cried very much, he hadn't seen him for more than ten years, how could his parents be so old, so poor and old, it was like a steel knife piercing his heart.

Ziqing turned her head and looked at Wang Ming, "Don't be sad, I showed it to your parents, and you are a blessed person." Don't be too upset. ”

"Who are you talking to? Is it and Mingming? Did you come to see us? The old lady reacted suddenly, grabbed Ziqing's hand with her big rough hand, and her eyes showed old tears.

"Don't talk nonsense, who are you, we haven't done a bad thing in our lives, are you going to poke our hearts?" The old man felt that Ziqing was a liar and deliberately came to toss his wife.

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe me, this is for you." Ziqing took out the painting drawn by Wang Ming.

The old lady snatched it up, and cried after reading it, and couldn't stop the sadness in her heart anymore, her son, so good, God is jealous! Why don't these people who kill a thousand knives die?

"This is my son's painting, you see it's his handwriting." The old lady cried softly and fell on the bed and couldn't get up.

"It's really my son's handwriting." The old man was also very excited to cry while holding the painting, tears flowed down his face, and his figure became more and more restrained. (To be continued.) )

PS: Today's two watches, it's too late to do something, so I'll go back and make up for it