"Don't you say that I can't help you, if you want to watch everyone around you die......" Wen Yiren paused, "Don't hide it, your aunt and uncle are all dead in one day today." ”

Lin Jingxue suddenly looked up at her, her pupils were full of fear, "They...... He's dead? ”

"If you continue like this, thinking that you can stop it by dying, I might as well tell you that you think too much, little girl...... None of you can stop it. ”

Wen Yiren hooked her lips and chuckled, no one but her could stop her.

"Then she ......"

Wen Yiren pointed out the door, "The next target must be your grandmother, and after that, it's you." ”

Lin Jingxue shuddered, covered her head and cried bitterly, "She is innocent, she is also a victim, she has suffered too much in her life, I understand her, I really understand her." ”

What does this mean?

frowned, forcibly pulled away Lin Jingxue's hand covering her head, and her voice became a little serious, "What do you mean, do you know who she is?" ”

"She's ...... She was...... She's my sister......"

"That little girl is your sister?" Wen Yiren couldn't help but raise her voice, looking surprised.

"Hmm."

No wonder Judge Lu didn't tell her, this news was indeed a little indigestible even for her.

"How many sisters do you have?"

"She is the only sister who has the same father and mother."

So what's going on with Lin Wanqiu......

No, Lin Wanqiu's life is wrong, it stands to reason that she should have died more than ten years ago, and now she is still alive in the world.

"How did your sister die, at what age?"

As if thinking of some painful and terrifying memories, Lin Jingxue trembled violently.

She leaned against the corner with her hands around her knees, her face full of tears, "Killed, beaten to death by Mom and Dad, she told me to hide in the closet, and that night Dad got drunk and quarreled with Mom......"

"Then your aunt and uncle ......"

"They live next door to our house and are indifferent to hearing my sister's crying, and they often bully us and insult us."

No wonder, no wonder the little girl would come back for revenge and kill her loved ones.

At the end of the day, it's a poor kid.

"How old?"

"Seven years old, my sister is seven years old, and I am five years old."

"Are you sure you're dead?"

"I'm sure, I can find my sister's grave, and it's also the urn that my grandmother and I saw my sister's body being sent to the funeral home with our own eyes."

Therefore, Lin Jingxue's grandmother didn't take Lin Jingyu away, not because she couldn't find her, but because she died?

The soul of childhood has become a powerful ghost, so how did Lin Wanqiu survive now?

It was clear that the imp was herself.

I have been a messenger of Lethe for hundreds of years, sent away countless ghosts, and lived in this world for twenty years, and this is the first time I have encountered such a strange thing.

"Yiren, you said you can help me, how can you help me, can you stop her?"

"Perhaps, come with me tomorrow to meet someone?"

Lin Jingxue hesitated, "Okay." ”

helped her to lie down on the bed, and ordered a takeout very intimately, "Sister Xiaoxue, take care of your body, grandma needs you now, don't think too much about other things." ”

"Thank you."

Wen Yiren smiled slightly, got up, and walked slowly to the door.

The empty hallway was dark, and the cold night breeze blew through the window at the end of the hallway.

Wen Yiren reached out and shook the bell around his neck.

'Bell bell bell bell - '

A crisp voice sounded, as if from a distant place, and she could see the red shadow that disappeared in an instant.