One person and one ghost went downstairs together, the hall was still in its original state, the curtains around it were closed, the room was dim, Shen's mother was wearing extremely revealing clothes, lying on the bed, and now she had a cigarette in her hand, which made the room smoky, choking people to the extreme, she blew lightly, and looked at Shen Qingmeng who came down.

"If you want to die, die as soon as possible, don't dangle in front of my eyes." Shen's mother had a mean voice, not like she was treating her own son, but like treating an enemy, the disgust in her eyes was clear, and all her resentment was on Shen Qingmeng's body.

"If you don't bother, if you want to die, you should die in front of me." Shen Qingmeng heard Shen's mother's words, lightly hooked the corners of his lips, and looked at Shen's mother lying on the sofa, her eyes were cold, and it was also not the expression of her son looking at his mother, the two of them hated each other, but they had to live together.

This feeling is particularly uncomfortable.

"You're not dead, how dare I die as a son." Shen Qingmeng spoke.

After saying this, Shen's mother was stimulated by Shen Qingmeng, regardless of it, she directly smashed the ashtray on the table towards Shen Qingmeng's forehead, the force in her hand was not merciful at all, and the ashtray smashed directly at Shen Qingmeng's head, fortunately, Shen Qingmeng turned sideways slightly, and the ashtray only hit his forehead.

A cut was suddenly made on his forehead, and red blood overflowed, it should be very painful, but Shen Qingmeng didn't make a sound at all, except for the muffled snort that had just been smashed up, there was nothing else, Shen Qingmeng glanced at Shen's mother coldly, and finally pursed the corners of his lips, turned around and left the room.

"Am I really annoying?" Shen Qingmeng asked Shen Meng while walking to deal with his wounds, with a bit of trance in his eyes, and the gauze in his hand was a little bit of blood on the wound on his forehead.

Born to be hated.

"It's annoying." Shen Meng nodded, acknowledging Shen Qingmeng's words.

When Shen Qingmeng heard Shen Meng's words, he curled the corners of his lips self-deprecatingly, and threw away the blood-stained gauze in his hand.

"But it's cute, if you're really hateful, you won't just talk back occasionally, but you're still stupidly standing in place and smashed by the ashtray, it's really hateful, you should beat up that mother of yours." Shen Meng opened her mouth, her voice teasing, and she didn't know if she was telling the truth or a lie, but the last half of the sentence was particularly serious.

At least in Shen Meng's opinion, Shen's mother is not qualified to be a mother.

Shen Qingmeng's footsteps paused, this is the first time someone has been there, no, there are ghosts who say he is cute.

"She's my mother after all." Shen Qingmeng's voice was hoarse, although the other party didn't like him, and even longed for him to die.

Shen Meng didn't say anything more, one person and one ghost finally came to the destination of this trip, the exorcism site held by the Angel Association.

This place is really different from what I imagined, this is a deserted amusement park, it looks very desolate and dilapidated, the buildings around it seem to be a little new, what is the reason is obvious, haunted, now there are a lot of people gathered at the door of this amusement park, men, women and children, wearing all kinds of strange clothes, so in contrast.

Shen Qingmeng's dress and appearance are a little too special.

attracted the people around to look at Shen Qingmeng.