Zhou Ping really can't understand Zhong Wenqing, is she crazy?

If you are contaminated with this kind of evil thing, you are really not afraid of being eaten back, and you are not afraid that your family will be ruined?

Others, but if you accidentally touch a little, the whole family will have to die for a lifetime, she raises three little ghosts, cosmetics made of corpse oil, isn't she afraid of death?

That kind of dead man's thing, used on the living, even if it has a miraculous effect in a short period of time, after a long time, it will definitely cause a big accident.

There is a gap between the living and the dead, and to cross that gap is to commit a great taboo.

It can be guaranteed that even if she didn't come here by chance this time and didn't encounter this incident, even if Zhong Wenqing spent it safely this time, she would capsize for breakfast.

Shortcuts, not so easy to take!

Qin Zheng felt disgusting, the longer he was here, the more uncomfortable he felt, especially these cosmetics, at first smelling it, he still felt fragrant, but after a while, he could smell the rancid smell of the fragrance more and more clearly.

As soon as he thought of Zhong Wenqing smearing these things on his face every day, he felt that goosebumps all over his body had risen, as if there were countless insects crawling on his skin, and he was sick to death.

Qin Zheng couldn't help but hug Zhou Ping's arm: "That...... Woman, it's so scary...... How dare she ......"

He is also a big man, and he feels creepy when he hears this thing, how can she, a woman, dare to be in the same room with these evil things day and night.

Xu Mu said lightly: "What don't you dare, money, fame and fortune will make a person crazy, the entertainment industry is a slaughtering field, and everyone wants to climb to the highest position...... Do you know what Zhong Wenqing's annual income has been in the past few years? ”

Qin Zheng: "How much?" ”

Xu Mudao: "I probably remember that among the top ten artists in terms of income in recent years, Zhong Wenqing is in the top five every year...... Last year, it was probably a little less, but there were 170 million ......."

Qin Zheng gasped, Nima, 170 million, this money will really make people crazy, it's only been a year.

Zhou Ping said: "The role of countless fans, going out will always be the attention of thousands of people, and the money earned in minutes is a temptation that ordinary families can't earn in a lifetime...... ...... that will drive a person crazy"

"But ......"

Zhou Ping paused, turned her head to look at the jar surrounded by black mist at the head of the pile and said, "If her money is all exchanged for these evil ghosts, then the price she will have to pay in the future will far exceed these ......"

Zhou Ping felt that there was a sentence in "The Beheaded Queen" written by Zweig that was very suitable for Zhong Wenqing: The gift given by fate has already been secretly marked with a price!

Qin Zheng hugged Zhou Ping's arm tightly, he felt that this place was too scary.

He and Xu Mu couldn't see that the yin qi, resentment, and evil qi that permeated this room were stronger than the morgue......

Qin Zheng whispered, "Mom, is there anything else to see here, if not...... Let's go first......"

Zhou Ping nodded: "Okay...... Let's go back first......"

She twisted the lipstick back and put it back in its place, trying not to make it look like she had been moved.

She only came today to explore the situation first, and she didn't have all the equipment or anything, but now that she has found out, she naturally has to go back first, discuss with the director, and then clean up.