Where is this?

Jiang Qiao closed his eyes and felt that there seemed to be nothing unusual in his body, so he dared to open his eyes slowly. She first glanced at the absence of wounds on her body, and then moved her hands and feet in a panic, but fortunately, her hands and feet were still under her command and were not possessed.

Jiang Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, she looked up and couldn't help but be stunned.

This wasn't the secret room she was in.

In the blink of an eye, where is she?

"Mom, I'm so sleepy and hungry, I don't want to write."

There was a little girl's voice in front of her, her immature voice was full of sleepiness, and Jiang Qiao looked at where she was. It was an ordinary room, with dim lighting, dilapidated walls, cluttered cupboards, and grease-stained stovetops, all showing that she was standing in the kitchen of a house.

Although this situation is strange, it does not have the ghostly feeling of being in distress before, except that she should not be here, everything else is normal. She boldly followed the direction of the voice.

In the living room, a middle-aged woman is tutoring a little girl with her homework at a small dining table. The little girl looked tired, her little hands kept rubbing her eyes, and a thin middle-aged woman beside her, her face was sallow under her withered yellow hair, and her eyes were full of madness. She pointed to a photo on the table with one hand, and pointed to the little girl's head with the other, and scolded: "Hurry up, write well, you are not allowed to eat or sleep if you don't finish practicing these talismans today." ”

Jiang Qiao glanced at the photo, which turned out to be the portrait of the dead little girl, and there was an incense burner with incense in front of the portrait.

It seems that this child is Gu Jingjing, and the female ghost who rushed towards her is the woman in front of her, Gu Jingjing and her sister's mother.

Jiang Qiao suddenly understood that it should be because the ghost qi entered her body, causing her to communicate with the ghost, and she is now just a bystander trapped in her memories.

"But I'm so hungry and sleepy. I don't want to write about it. The little girl was frightened by her mother's tone and said timidly.

"No, why did you write it wrong, you missed this three-star talisman, why are you so unbehaved... The woman picked up the bamboo whip on the table and struck the little girl in a rage.

"Why are you so unwell-behaved, why are you so unwell-behaved, if you don't write these characters well, how can you take revenge on those who look down on us. How many times have I told you, you don't know how miserable your sister died. She's so small, so well-behaved, and she's gone... Woo woo, why am I so miserable? . . The woman smacked her face a few times, looked terrified, and then hugged the little girl and cried bitterly.

"Mom doesn't cry, I'll finish writing, I will definitely avenge my sister, don't cry... The little girl held back the tears in her eyes and said obediently and sensibly.

"Okay, good, you are a good daughter of your mother, come, let's continue to write, revenge must be revenge." The woman smiled with satisfaction when she heard the little girl's compromise, and continued to sit next to her and watch her write the talismans.

Jiang Qiao finally understood why Gu Jingjing was so obsessed with revenge, with her age, it was impossible for the accident to form an indelible scar in her heart, it turned out that it was her closest people who kept scratching her heart, and forcibly scratched a wound that could not be healed.

Judging by her attitude towards Lin Xin, she should have loved Lin Xin. Although there is a purpose for approaching, it cannot be controlled. Lin Xin broke up with his girlfriend for her, but found that this person he loved was approaching him with the intention of killing him, how sad he should have been to tear up those past photos, but he still couldn't help but agree to meet her again.

Jiang Qiao's nose was sour, looking at Jingjing's panicked and cowardly expression when she was a child, she couldn't help but want to protect her, but her hand could only pass through her body. Looking at the mentally tortured child, a wave of sadness welled up in her heart.

She is no longer a person of flesh and blood, joy and sorrow, but has been transformed into a tool for revenge.

When the woman waved the bamboo whip in her hand again, Jiang Qiao forgot her identity and wanted to grab her wrist in a hurry.

This time, it worked.

Jiang Qiao was stunned, the woman turned her head and looked straight at her, her face suddenly turned pale, only the whites of her eyes were left in her eyes, and she shouted in a hoarse and vulgar voice: "I want revenge, I want to avenge my child"

The woman's voice was as piercing as a sharp weapon on metal, Jiang Qiao's head was splitting, she didn't know where she got the courage, pushed away her hand, protected the child, and shouted at her: "You are also a murderer, they killed one of your children." And you, killed your other child, you killed Jingjing, do you know, who will avenge her for the life you ruined. ”

The woman was stunned by Jiang Qiao's words, and didn't make any further movements, just panting and looking at her, Jiang Qiao didn't care if she would anger her, she just wanted to pour out the words in her heart: "The child is dead, you don't look forward, and your other daughter is not allowed to look forward, she could have lived with her sister's happiness, but now, she can only live without people and ghosts, even if she doesn't go to prison for a lifetime, she has to stay in a mental hospital for a lifetime, is this what you want, because of you, your family is ruined." ”

The woman was really annoyed and angry, her eyes showed a fierce light, she stood up, and was about to pounce on Jiang Qiao with a pair of ghost claws, Jiang Qiao could clearly see that the rotten flesh on the ghost claws was sticking to the bones, and the white sharp nails were shining with cold light, if she was caught like this, she would be half crippled if she didn't die.

At this moment, suddenly a pair of cold little hands grabbed Jiang Qiao's hand from behind, Jiang Qiao was so frightened that she almost jumped up, she turned her head and saw that it was the little girl.

"One, two, three children, four, five, six children, we play games together, jump rope, hide and seek, and we can also take the train together."

The little girl sang nursery rhymes innocently, holding her hand, the child's childishness was in stark contrast to her miserable white and gloomy grimace, Jiang Qiao closed her eyes in despair, and there was a burst of fear in her heart, and there was another one, it seems that she can't escape today.