"Jojo! Jojo! ”

The moment the ten thousand ghosts attacked, Camellia summoned the sledgehammer back, and a voice appeared in his ear, and the sound was very close, as if it appeared in his head.

At the same time, the camellia was also dark in front of it, and there was no light at all.

The sound is getting louder and farther away.

It seems to come from the distant sky, and after listening to a few sounds, the eyes are suddenly illuminated by white light, which makes people reflexively close their eyes.

But she's a ghost, with only a patch of white in front of her, and won't close her eyes and miss the show now.

The white doesn't stay very long, i.e. three seconds, the white fades and slowly adds color.

One after another people in cheongsams appeared around, retro old man cars running down the road, and too-tuk buses driving on the tracks, facing her.

Camellia didn't move, and the bus in front of it was honking its horn, endlessly.

Just as the bus was about to arrive in front of her, her body was suddenly pulled away from the track and onto a flat stone path.

"Jojo! Why are you still here! ”

Camellia looked at the woman who was pulling her, she was about forty years old, her face was yellow, and the hand holding her was still greasy, all of which was stuck to her arm.

"Come back with me, your father is looking for you!"

Camellia didn't understand the situation yet, so she was taken back by this woman. I returned to a courtyard house.

The courtyard was relatively large, and when I entered the door, I saw a man about the same age as a woman, the man raised his eyebrows and his face was full of fierceness.

Camellia shuddered when she saw each other now, and an unspeakable fear surged in her heart, causing her to take a step back.

The man saw her step back, squinted slightly, and then looked at the woman who brought her back, and didn't say anything, but made the woman hunched over and nodded.

There was obvious fear in the woman's voice, the kind that melted into her bones, "Boss, Jojo is back, I'm going to cook." After saying to the man, she turned to Camellia and said, "Listen to your father, don't run away!" ”

After the woman finished speaking, she left, in a hurry.

The man looked at the camellia and turned around and went into the house, ignoring the camellia, except for the one he looked.

Camellia stood in place for a moment, then walked through a corridor and entered a room according to his body's self-consciousness.

The room was full of delicate knick-knacks, and it looked like a girl's room, and if she was not mistaken, she should have entered a separate space.

About half an hour later, there was a knock on the door of the room, and the woman who claimed to be her mother had come to call her for dinner.

Camellia didn't want to go, but the current body made the opposite move and obeyed the woman to another room.

There were three people sitting in the room, an old man in his eighties, a man in his forties, and a boy of seven or eight years old.

When she entered the door, she saw that there was something wrong with the faces of these three people, and there was an indescribable panic in her heart.

As she and the woman were about to take their seats, the old man sitting on the throne suddenly lifted the table and faced the two women.

Camellia wanted to dodge and pull the person next to him by the way, but what his thoughts were thinking about did not come true, and his body suddenly froze, allowing those soup dishes and yellow wood tables to hit his body.

The long coat and trousers he was wearing suddenly changed.

The woman next to her was not spared, but her reaction was faster, she knelt directly on the ground, and then kowtowed to admit her mistake, "Dad, I'm sorry!" ”

The person she called her father didn't move at all, he still looked angry, and the old voice couldn't hide his tone, and said, "What's wrong!" ”

The woman instantly replied: "The dish is too salty, my daughter-in-law must pay attention next time!" ”

"I dare to put more salt when I know it's salty! Are you challenging me! ”

The old man slammed his head on crutches and slammed them to the ground as if he were going to swallow them—no, they all.

Women kowtow more often.

She kept kowtowing, kept admitting her mistakes, and Camellia wanted to help her, but her hands and feet couldn't move at all.

I don't know how long she stumbled, but she finally knocked this grumpy old man to the end, like the emperor pardoning the guilty minister in a film and television drama, and let the woman get up.

But that wasn't the end of it, the old man turned his gaze to Camellia's body.

"This girl is getting more and more unruly, she doesn't even call grandpa when she sees me!"

The woman grabbed her arm in fear and anxiety, and looked at her vigorously.

Camellia heard two words come out of her mouth, but they were certainly not what she wanted to say.

She didn't eat the meal, it spilled all over the floor, and the woman and she began to clean it up, and when she was done, she remade the food, and finally the body fainted.

The body fainted, but she was still conscious, she could feel the woman's weak arms, and she could hear the conversation between the old man and the middle-aged man.

It was the old Chinese medicine doctor who treated her, the kind that diagnosed the pulse, and after the diagnosis, she went out to talk to the two people, and the woman occupied the position of the old doctor, took her hand, and slowly sobbed.

After crying for half an hour, the door was opened, different footsteps came, and the woman was still holding her hand, but she got up in a panic.

Camellia felt the body be rudely lifted up, then lowered.

The woman's voice was a little hoarse, "In charge, the child just had a minor illness, so we don't spend much money to see it!" ”

"Then how about I take your monthly money to treat her, it's not much, the doctor said, two years is fine."

The man's voice was almost cold, and Camellia only felt that his heart was cold, and his hands were cold.

The woman withdrew her hand, and for the rest of the day, Camellia didn't hear the slightest sound from her.

The thing carrying the camellia is like an old stretcher, and although it touches a layer of cloth, it doesn't even feel a little solid.

It took about an hour to carry her to the bottom, and the place where she was placed seemed to be a cattle barn, and her nose was full of the foul smell of animal feces, and after another half an hour, the body was lifted again.

This time it was much gentler than last time, but this body was very panicked, and it made Camellia's heart hurt.

"This time, Lao Qiao is also ruthless enough, his daughters are all sacrificed by him, this thing is really so spiritual?"

"Who said yes, Old Qiao Xin doesn't even want a home, we don't feel anything."

"He is also doing evil, and if there is a God who believes in him, it is not a good thing."

The two people carrying her were strangers, but this body jumped out of two names, and until now, Camellia understood that this was Qiao Camellia's memory.

It can also be said that she has experienced something.

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