He only had his eyes left, but he couldn't express what he meant at all, Qingyuan and Qingyuan's mother both frowned and didn't look at him.

Qingyuan looked at Meng Yao: "This?" ”

"Shh Meng Yao made a silent gesture towards him, then beckoned to him and motioned for him to come over.

Qing Yuan raised his eyebrows, a little inexplicable, but out of trust in Meng Yao, he still walked over.

Meng Yao took her bag from the sofa and took out a camera from it for Qing Yuan: "Record in front of him, no matter what happens for a while, you can't stop recording, you know?" ”

Qingyuan nodded, turned on the camera and started recording.

Meng Yao sat on the sofa, and Shenchen consciously walked over and sat next to her, letting her whole body lean all her weight on him.

"Let's get started." Meng Yao said comfortably with half-squinted eyes to the resentful spirit.

The resentful spirit imprisoned Qing Rong's whole body, and even locked his soul, but it no longer restricted him from speaking.

"Help, save me, Miss Meng." As soon as Qing Rong was able to open his mouth, he began to cry out heartbreakingly, but Meng Yao and Shenchen were unmoved.

The wraith spoke in front of him: "Shut up! If you scream again, I'll give you a taste of what it feels like your soul to be hurt. ”

Qing Rong was frightened by the talking fog and stunned for a moment, and then as if he remembered something, his pupils shook with fear.

"I, I...... Miss Meng, you save me, save me, he didn't kill me, he really didn't kill me! ”

"Don't come to me, don't come to me, Miss Meng, save me, save me, as long as you save my life, I can give you all my property."

"Miss Meng......"

Qing Rong was already a handful of snot and tears when he got to the back, but except for Qing Rong's mother's face slightly distorted, everyone else was calm.

The resentful soul used his strength to hit Qing Rong's soul with his own soul, and his sharp voice was full of pleasure: "I advise you to make it clear, if you don't make it clear, I will take you to hell today." ”

"Ahh The pain of the soul was ten thousand times more painful than the pain of the body, and Qing Rong's face was as white as a piece of paper, and cold sweat instantly soaked his whole body.

In the end, he even rolled his eyes and fainted.

Meng Yao sighed: "Why aren't you light or heavy?" As he spoke, he got up and picked up the glass of water that Qing Yuan had poured for Mingchen just now, and splashed it on Qing Rong's face from afar.

After splashing the water, she sat down again and returned to her previous position.

Qing Rong woke up slowly, but the pain just now seemed to be imprinted on his soul, making his whole body tremble. Shake.

The resentful spirit was a little closer, but Qing Rong had no way to hide, and he knew that it was useless to ask Meng Yao for help.

"I said, "I'll say everything, and I beg you don't torture me anymore." That trembles. The trembling voice had already exposed the fear in his heart.

"Giggle, cluck, cluck." The resentful soul laughed out loud, which was extremely unpleasant, but there was a sense of comfort in the injustice.

"You say it yourself, how did you harm my daughter, fifteen and ten, say it word for word." The resentful soul was all pasted in front of Qing Rong.

Qing Rong's pupils shrank slightly, and his lips were trembling, but he didn't dare not say it, let alone say nonsense, so he could only close his eyes and pretend not to see this resentful spirit.

"You can't close your eyes!" Qingrong's heart trembled at the bottom of his voice with a sharp voice, and he reflexively opened his eyes again.