Shen Meng looked at it and only felt sneered, what is the little Jiujiu of these people, how could she not see it, combined with Shen Qingmeng's situation before, obviously as a descendant of the Heavenly Master family, but there is nothing about ghost control, when he first met, that little thing seemed to be pondered by himself.

People die like lights going out, so they naturally have to make good use of them to plunder all this and the benefits they can obtain.

Now in this small room, these people echoed the two people who spoke in front of them one by one, looking extremely aggressive, as if it was an immoral thing for the mother and son of the Shen family not to hand over things, and they were just thinking about everyone.

Mother Shen listened to these people's words, she didn't react at all, she just smiled more and more charming, stroked her hair, lay lazily on the chaise longue, and directly threw out a roll of things that looked tattered, it seems that this should have been passed down for several generations.

This is the Shen family's ghost control technique.

"I'm worried about this thing at home to attract ghosts, since you can do it, everyone understands people, don't pretend to be confused." Mother Shen looked at these people, and after saying this, she directly stood aside with one hand, looking at Shen Qingmeng's hair, who was only about three years old.

The force in his hand was very great, and he directly dragged Shen Qingmeng to the ground mercilessly, Shen Qingmeng was young and couldn't resist, and probably felt that he was really guilty, he hit the floor with his whole person, and he just looked clumsy and got up, with a little fear in his eyes, and when he saw Shen Mu raise his hand, he subconsciously covered his cheek.

Mother Shen sneered sarcastically, looking at Shen Qingmeng as if this was not the child she conceived in October, but some extremely hated enemy.

Shen Qingmeng did not have the indifference of a later teenager, and now he still looked at Shen's mother with a little fear or hope in his eyes, holding back tears, the three-year-old child still didn't understand what he had done wrong, he only knew that everyone said that he was guilty, he was wrong, then he was wrong.

The other people heard Shen's mother's words, and stepped forward one by one to pick up the things, but unfortunately, when they were about to pick them up, Shen's mother stepped on this scroll, and her white and tender feet looked very beautiful and attractive, she looked at the man in a suit, with seduction in her eyes.

"Of course it's very simple to want this thing, you have to exchange it for something, I just need money, lots and lots of money, as for this scourge." When Shen Mu said this, she glanced at Shen Qingmeng on the side, the corners of her lips rose, and she looked contemptuous and sarcastic.

"What do you want to do, just don't get in the way of my eyes anymore." Mother Shen spoke.

"That'...... I don't know what price you should pay. The man in the suit heard Shen's mother's words, stepped forward directly, grabbed Shen's mother's ankle, opened his mouth with a smile, and at the same time held the scroll of the ghost control technique in his hand.

Shen's mother didn't stop it, and took the initiative to post it, as if she wanted to find a support for herself, as for Shen Qingmeng's stay or not, life or death is not very important, as long as he is not dead.

The people around him left, Shen Qingmeng originally wanted to leave, but his foot seemed to have just broken, and now he looked at everything in front of him with a pale face, and his eyes were dazed and panicked.

"Don't look." Shen Meng's voice.