"Self-improvement, are you talking? Do you really like Yaoyao and are you willing to marry her? The cold voice sounded again, and it only made the scalps of everyone present tingle.

"Who? Who the hell is it? Who-hem-is pretending to be a god to scare Lao Tzu? Bald, turn on the lights, hurry up and turn on the lights. Zhang Ziqiang roared as he reached into his arms, took out a pistol and held it in his palm, and did not forget to pull open the safety bolt.

After fumbling around the walls, the bald head was finally able to determine that there was a power outage in the villa. "Brother Qiang, it seems that there is a power outage." The bald head said.

At that moment, there was a thunderstorm in the sky, followed by a downpour. The bald head stood behind the glass door of the living room, and by the light of lightning, he could clearly see a black transparent figure standing outside the glass door.

This black shadow can't be their brother, that face he has often seen in the past few days, and it couldn't be more familiar, it's simply Meng Haitao, who was buried at noon! Could it be that Meng Haitao is dead and blind, and his soul has come back to seek revenge?

What's even more unbelievable is that the glass door obviously didn't move, and the black shadow actually passed through the door and walked in directly. He glanced indifferently for a week, and then came to Zhang Ziqiang lightly, and said in a voice from hell: "Ziqiang, you don't recognize me?" I'm your Uncle Meng! ”

The bald man's mouth tugged, his legs trembled, and then, he knelt down on the carpet with a "poof". Zhang's mother was even more exaggerated, and she rolled her eyes and fainted directly.

"Dreams... Dream... Dream... Uncle Dream? You... You... You're an old man, no... Already deceased? How... How... How? "No matter how bold he is, when he directly looks at Meng Haitao's soul, he also has a feeling that he is about to be scared to pee.

But it was the old lady who lamented, her eyes were red, and two lines of muddy tears crossed her cheeks and fell on the soft and thick carpet.

"Son, is it really you? Are you worried about Yaoyao? Still not worried about your huge family business? There was some blame in the old lady's tone, the older generation of people are somewhat superstitious, they know the truth of being in the ground, and no one wants to see their relatives die without turning a blind eye, and become a ghost to go home and make trouble.

"---- Mom!" The black shadow knelt silently in front of the old lady, her face glowed green, and said, "I can't rest assured that Yaoyao is not at ease, and I am even more at ease with your old man." Now that I think about it, money is nothing but something outside of the body, and it is nothing compared to life. But..."

Meng Haitao's soul said, suddenly stood up, floated in front of Zhang Ziqiang, and asked viciously: "Xiaoqiang, you can be regarded as the one I grew up watching." You say, do you really like Yaoyao? Or..."

Meng Haitao suddenly showed his fierce face, bared his teeth and roared: "Or did you plan to attack my daughter because you plotted against my family property?" You said? If there is a half-lie, hum, why don't you go with me to the city of vain death? ”

Zhang Ziqiang's throat moved, but he couldn't say a word. How he wished it was a dream, a nightmare. By the time Huang Mao brings Meng Yao and her boyfriend over and wakes him up, everything will still develop according to his original plan.

Meng Yao was forcibly possessed by him, and was forced to marry him Zhang Ziqiang due to the fact that his grandmother was in his hands, and then he could naturally gain both wealth and become an upstart in the upper class society of the northern capital. What about the yellow hair? Why hasn't the yellow hair come down yet? What about Meng Yao? And also... What about her boyfriend?

"Xiaoqiang, why don't you answer when I ask you?" Meng Haitao said, those eyes opened wider and wider, and then with a "click", two bloody eyes were glared out by him and rolled towards Zhang Ziqiang's feet.

"---- Mom!" Zhang Ziqiang shouted, turned around and ran. As soon as I opened the glass door of the living room, I only heard two "whoosh" sounds, and two unknown flags flew from behind me.

They grew in the wind, and spread out loudly, and actually surrounded the whole yard tightly. Immediately afterwards, everyone saw that hundreds of red-eyed bats flew out of the flag one after another.

"Mom, there's a ghost!" The bald man who came to his senses ran away, he didn't understand the situation in the yard at all, and this run happened to rush into the encirclement of the group of red-eyed bats. In less than a few minutes, his clothes were torn apart, and even the flesh and blood on his body were gnawed away.

"Whoa!" The bald heads, which had been eaten into white bones, were scattered on the ground, turning into piles of white ash when the wind blew, and then washed away by the rain and flowed into the sewers of the villa.

It's not a dream! It's not a dream! Zhang Ziqiang staggered back into the living room, kneeling down in front of Meng Haitao's portrait in a panic and weeping bitterly.

Huang Mao came down from upstairs and said to the dark living room: "Brother Qiang? Where are you? Meng Yao and that stinky boy have been put down, whether to kill or release, you give a happy word! ”

"I'll see who dares to do it!" A green face suddenly appeared in front of the yellow hair's face, and he was so frightened that he almost didn't pee on his pants.

"Oops,!" Xiao Huangmao sat on the carpet and said in a cold sweat: "Who?" Don't-joke on the big night. People are scary and will scare people to death, and they will make the master angry, so that you can taste the taste of guns. ”

No one paid attention to it, and even Zhang Ziqiang didn't bother to pay attention to him. It's not a nightmare, it's not a joke, how can you explain it to him? Said that Meng Haitao's soul came back to take revenge? Their plan failed? Isn't this an admission to their guilt to their face? No, never so.

Once again, lightning streaked across the night sky, illuminating the entire living room as bright as day. Everyone in the room clearly saw Meng Haitao's terrifying face this time, except for the old lady who couldn't cry, everyone else was trembling and trembling, and even two timid ones were already scared out of all their and urine.

"This is Meng's family matter, irrelevant people can get out!" Meng Haitao said, with a wave of his arm, the two big flags in the yard disappeared, along with the thousands of red-eyed bats hovering in the yard.

"Whoa!" The bodyguards scattered in a hurry, and a few of the guys who were so frightened that their legs were weak and unsteady that they ran out in pairs, helping each other.

"Bang!" The glass door of the living room was slammed shut, along with the sound of the wind and rain outside the courtyard.

"Zizizi!" The white light flickered overhead, and then the large chandelier in the living room of the villa came on again, but it was a little dim, with a strange green glow.

I don't know when, Ye Feng and Meng Yao have opened their eyes and sat on the sofa with a smile, looking at Zhang Ziqiang who was kneeling in front of the statue of Meng Haitao with a smile on their faces.

Xiao Huangmao was taken aback, stretched out his hand and pointed at Meng Yao and Ye Feng, and said inarticulately: "You guys? It's not that it's already ......" He wanted to say that he had been poisoned, but the fact in front of him was that people didn't have anything to do, and they were sitting there decently.

"Boss, what now?" Xiao Huangmao tightened the pistol in his palm, and suddenly felt full of self-confidence. He looked at Zhang Ziqiang, who was still kneeling in front of the statue of Meng Haitao, and asked with a puzzled face: "Brother Qiang, what's wrong with you?" Brother Qiang, Brother Qiang, are you talking? ”

Meng Haitao's ghost is gone, and it was Wang Li pretending. What Ye Feng has to do now is to physically torture this guy who dares to betray. Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhendong I was famous, and he gave birth to such a bastard son.

"I said I was forced too, do you believe it?" Zhang Ziqiang stared at the black and white portrait of Meng Haitao in front of him and said, "They found my house and forced my father to take Yaoyao back, wanting to get the formula for hemp Gu from Yaoyao." My dad didn't agree, they broke my dad's hamstring, what can I do? ”

Zhang Ziqiang said, tears and snot flowed out of anger, he just lay on the ground, crawled in front of the portrait of Meng Haitao, grabbed the black and white photo, and yelled hysterically: "You tell me, what can I do?" ”

"If I'm not mistaken, the 'they' you're talking about should be Oneiroi, right?" Ye Feng said with a smile that he knew that this organization had been fighting the idea of Ma Gu, and he never thought that he would be so desperate to the point of madness.

Money, are you the blessing of the people, or the root of all evil?

Zhang Ziqiang turned around in surprise, looked at Ye Feng with a smile on the sofa, and asked, "Who are you?" How could it be ......" He originally wanted to say, how do you know about Oneiroi, but as soon as the words came out, he knew that he had fallen for this guy, and inadvertently affirmed the thoughts in his heart.

So far, it is difficult for him to ride a tiger. enter, you have to face the soul of Dream Haitao; Retreat, he has no way to retreat, those people are demons who eat people and don't spit out bones. Why get yourself involved? Why are they involved in it?

Wouldn't it be nice to be a ruffian? money, his father is not lacking; luxury cars, he is not unaffordable; Beauty, as long as he gently hooks his little thumb, I am afraid that he will line up from East Street to West Ancestral Hall.

In his heart, Meng Yao has always been a sister-like existence, and he never thought of getting involved in this struggle at all! It's the Oneiroi, it's the animal tamer, they've dragged themselves into this quagmire, shouldn't they hate them?

"Where are they?" Ye Feng seemed to have guessed the thoughts in Zhang Ziqiang's heart, and persuaded loudly: "The prodigal son will not change his money when he turns back!" It's too late for you to stop now, and say, where are they? ”

"They're in...", Zhang Ziqiang hesitated a little, he stared at Ye Feng with burning eyes, and said, "Who are you?" Do you think you can defeat them on your own? Thinking too much, right? ”