"Words and ......"

"Mom!" Zhang Yanheng knelt on the ground with a grunt.

"Auntie, people and ghosts have different paths, if you want to say something, I will tell him." Shi Yimo said lightly, and the gloomy feeling disappeared in an instant.

Zhang Yanheng walked to the door, touched the place where the shadow disappeared last, and burst into tears.

He was afraid that Shi Yimo would laugh at himself when he saw him shed tears, so he tried to hold back and turned around in a choked voice.

"What does she want to tell me?"

"Don't kill me?" Shi Yimo crossed Erlang's legs and looked at him leisurely.

Zhang Yanheng's face changed, he lowered his head and shook it.

Sitting back on the couch, he hung his head like a defeated rooster, "Say whatever you want." ”

"What I am going to say is on behalf of your mother."

"Hmm."

"Call the police."

“……？”

Shi Yimo's eyes instantly became sharp, "If you buy a murderer, even if you don't do it yourself, you will have to go to the oil pot after death." ”

"......" Zhang Yanheng was dumbfounded, rolled his eyes, and said, "I don't know what you say again." ”

"Your mother didn't tell me exactly what was going on. You know better than me whether you killed or not, and who you killed. ”

"......" Zhang Yanheng beat the drum in his heart, he helped Su Fengyun do a lot of bad things, but he really didn't dare to kill people.

Shi Yimo stretched his waist and moved his cervical spine, "Psychic is really sad, I'm tired, let's stop here today." ”

Zhang Yanheng got up, glanced at the door of Shi Yimo's bedroom again, and then went out.

Su Fengyun had been waiting in the living room for a long time, and when he saw him come out by himself, he hurriedly got up.

"What about the dead girl, are you still dizzy?"

Zhang Yanheng was still pondering what his mother's words meant, and nodded subconsciously.

Su Fengyun raised her chin proudly, "Dare to fight with me?" She's still young! You come back the day after tomorrow, and then we'll give her a personal stolen goods and get them!" ”

"yes, I see." Zhang Yanheng responded.

When he left, Su Fengyun remembered that he hadn't checked the scars on Shi Yuyun's face yet.

However, Shi Yuyu's face has become like that, and there is no chance of saving.

It's better to move to Shi Yimo first, and then take her to country H for plastic surgery.

Zhang Yanheng sat in the car for a long time before taking out his mobile phone to make a call.

"Have you done what you were told?"

"You said the schoolgirl who hit her?" A hoarse voice rang on the phone, "She's going to be cremated today!" ”

"Dead?" Zhang Yanheng was shocked and clutched the steering wheel hard, "Didn't you teach her a lesson?" How to get killed! ”

"I was going to make her lack arms and legs, but Boss Su said it was too light, let her go directly."

"Bastard! Do you listen to her or listen to me! ”

"I listen to you, but you don't listen to her?" The man laughed, "What you mean, what she means, it's all the same meaning!" ”

Zhang Yanheng hung up the phone angrily, he didn't expect Su Fengyun to be so ruthless.

The thought of her mother's warning made his palms sweat coldly.

He closed his eyes, leaned back in his seat, slowly adjusted his emotions, and who knew that he would fall asleep.

In a daze, Zhang Yanheng felt that someone was pushing him, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was standing on the edge of a cauldron with an iron chain around his neck.

The pot was pitch black, boiling hot oil, and there were two people screaming in it.

"Ah, let go of me, I don't want to get into the oil pan!" Zhang Yanheng struggled.

A pointy-headed ghost glared at him viciously.

"You buy murder, Hades ordered, let you fry it three times in an oil pan!"

As he spoke, he put a foot on Zhang Yanheng's fart# stock.

"Ahh Zhang Yanheng woke up screaming, and the clothes on his body were wet with cold sweat.