"Do you think he's just a hell or does he know her?"

Murong Cao also took the hell, her eyes looked directly into the field, and she didn't miss a single action, expression, or emotion, this was the bureau she had set up specifically for the village chief, with the intention of figuring out the role of the village chief in these incidents. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's hard to say."

Yang Muqing told the truth, Yue'er's appearance was so different from ordinary people that no one would think that it was just a little girl with pink eye.

"I think he knows it, because he thinks this ghost will hurt him." Li Hang took out a handful of melon seeds out of nowhere, and commented while leisurely spitting out the melon seed shells, "I said that you might as well let me use hypnosis directly, and ask me anything if I want to." ”

"I don't believe in you very much, I believe in ghosts more."

Murong Cao assured that she would say a word, definitely not simply because she wanted to hit Li Hang, but because she really thought so.

Li Hang understood, so he felt particularly hit, and even the melon seeds in his mouth felt bitter.

"I'm going to pay you a monthly fee when I go back, and I don't believe you'll be able to be mean to me like this when I become a client of the Soul House."

The customer is God, put it into seventy-two lines, and it is rare for Li Hang to use this trick.

"Ask the customers of the spirit institute are not so easy to be, are you hitting a ghost or a ghost?"

Murong Cao smiled faintly and kicked the ball back unhurriedly.

Li Hang's face turned pale, thinking that Lao Tzu would bump into a ghost for you when he went back, according to what Yang Muqing said, the streets and alleys, the wilderness, and the hospitals and schools grabbed a lot of them, who can't hit them?

"Don't make noise, watch out."

Yang Muqing was a little speechless by the two big moths noisy in his ears, Yue'er is a terrible ghost, he has to concentrate on controlling it, lest it hurt people on a whim.

At the same time, Li Hang's words were also heard word by word in his ears, and he remembered that the shadow behind Xu Qiyao who he saw when he went back this time was a little more active, and he attached a sentence in his conscience: "Welcome to become a customer of the Soul Asking Institute, prepare enough money." ”

Li Hang felt that his little heart was stabbed hard, and he didn't understand why Yang Muqing would "degenerate" like this, it seems that it is really close to Zhu and black, or the old man Confucius is right - only villains and women are difficult to raise, and now he happens to be all around him.

However, both Murong Cao and Yang Muqing regarded his performance as air, and without an audience, he had no choice but to continue to work obediently as an inspector.

It was a great thing to do.

Niu Hao had already knelt down for Yue'er's ghost, kowtowing like pounding garlic, sweating profusely, tears from fright, and blood dripping from his forehead mixed up on his wrinkled face, which was really unsightly.

"I didn't drink soup, you can't look for me......"

These two words were repeated in his mouth, as if this was a demon-exorcism spell given by the Heavenly Master, and as long as he said it, all the ghosts would retreat.

Naturally, everyone present understood this sentence, especially Wang Sanfang, who almost had the urge to kneel down towards the little girl's ghost.

"It's not enough."

Murong Cao's willow eyebrows were slightly raised, giving Yang Muqing a look of encouragement.

Yang Muqing nodded, relaxed the prohibition a little, Yue'er's originally unfocused eyes caught the living person in front of her, smelling the familiar breath coming from his body, and a cruel smile appeared on her immature face.

Her shallot-like hands suddenly lengthened, and her pointed nails pierced the flesh of Niu Hao's neck, and it wanted to strangle the other party to death.

Niu Hao was pinched by those small but powerful hands, and he wanted to break them with his own hands, but he couldn't grasp the ghost hands that seemed to exist and were really nothing.

"Ahem...... You're not a disaster, someone gave it to my father...... Money, to kill you...... And your mother. ”

Although this sentence was intermittent, it still made Niu Hao struggle to hold it out.

"Receive."

With Murong Cao's order, Yang Muqing shook the red treasure gourd, and quickly wrote a suppression charm on it with his left hand, Yue'er no longer showed the violence before, and withdrew his hand from Niu Hao's neck.

This was not its will, and it looked a little hesitant, but in Niu Hao's opinion, it seemed like what he had just said had an effect.

Since the other party is willing to listen, then continue to speak, Niu Hao protected the weak neck that was almost broken, and spoke again with palpitations.

"When I was still young, one night a very handsome man came to my house to discuss something with my father, and because I liked the shining gold watch that man wore so much, I looked through the crack in the door to see the gold watch a few more times, and I heard something very remarkable. My father was hesitant at first, but when the man took out a gold bar as bright as his watch, he agreed. Then the very imposing man was gone, and my father shut himself up in his house, and after spending a long day with the pile of gold bars, he called a meeting of some of the venerable elders of the village, and then that happened. ”

Niu Hao felt that his throat was dry and aching like smoke, but he didn't dare to stop, and said with pain: "That incident impressed me too deeply, so I always remembered, never dared to forget, after becoming the village chief, I asked my father about it, but my father said that I had a chaotic dream when I was a child, and there was no such person at all, of course I didn't believe it, and secretly went out of the village to check several times, I instinctively felt that this matter had something to do with your father, so I specifically investigated the rich man surnamed Zeng, and the emperor lived up to his wishes, and then I finally found out ......"

Niu Hao glanced at Yue'er, who had not reacted for a long time, and suddenly hesitated to continue.

However, at this time, Yue'er was a humanoid doll in Yang Muqing's hand, and as soon as he moved his thoughts, Yue'er grinned and showed a bit of fierceness.

Niu Hao was very eye-catching, and he planned to tell it all.

"The man I saw when I was a child was a very magnificent man, he was the old housekeeper of the richest man in the city, and he only listened to the orders of one person in his life - the richest man Zeng Shouye, your father Zeng Hong, is his only son, and the person who wants to kill you is your own grandfather!"

Yue'er's expression was still very confused, it was not that it hadn't heard this information, but with the brain capacity of a three-year-old child, it couldn't fully digest it, but it still understood the last sentence, showing a little sad and puzzled look.

Murong Cao sighed and motioned for Yang Muqing to take Yue'er back completely.

The information Niu Hao revealed was completely consistent with the information Xu Qiyao helped her check.

Her guess had been confirmed, and there was no need to ask any further questions.

The tragedy many years ago was not all the fault of the foolish people, but the essence was a game arranged by someone with a heart.