In the center of city X, in the senior ward of a private hospital.

A young man with a pale face sat on a luxurious bed drinking red wine, and a richly dressed lady sat on the edge of the young man's bed, looking at him with doting eyes.

On the mahogany chair in the corner of the room, there was also a little girl with a lovely face, the girl was wearing a gothic black and white lace dress, her little feet in white stockings were dangling back and forth in the air because the chair was too high, and she was holding a Grimm's fairy tale story book to read with relish.

"Your dad is here." Suddenly, the girl's childish and cute voice broke the silence of the hospital bed, and her glasses were still looking at the storybook, so she said it casually.

The young man looked nervous, hurriedly handed the wine in his hand to the noblewoman, wiped his mouth and pretended to have straight eyes, sat on the bed with drooling, looked at TV and giggled, and the woman also put on a bitter look of borrowing wine to kill her sorrows, while stopping the wine glass to her mouth, while wiping the corners of her eyes with the water in the quilt on the bedside table.

The door of the ward was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a suit walked in from the outside, it was Mr. Qian.

Mr. Qian walked into the ward and saw the wine glass in his wife's hand, his face was a little unsightly: "Who let you drink in the ward?" ”

The ex-wife wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and choked up: "It's not that I still see my son uncomfortable and want to drink a little...... Look at him, he can't even speak clearly, it's all the ghosts in that house, the Master Zhao you invited, didn't he drive away all the ghosts? Why is my son not good, I think he is a liar, and you still give him the money! ”

"Alright, alright!" Mr. Qian said impatiently, and the corner of his eyes swept over the mahogany chair in the corner of the room, but he didn't seem to see the girl sitting on the chair, and there was no girl's figure reflection in his pupils.

"Master Zhao did drive away the ghosts, don't worry, I asked that old Taoist to come and see, he said that there is no yin qi in the house, and asked me who I found to say that no one in this world can drive away my family's things." Mr. Qian sighed, looking at his son's stunned appearance, his eyes flashed: "It seems that our child's illness is really frightened, and it has nothing to do with the dirty things at home." ”

"Why doesn't it matter?! If it's okay, why can't the doctor check it out? You mean! I'll just ask you not to go there and build any villa, you don't listen, now it's okay, the child is like this, and the daughter's legs are ...... Her legs are also ...... Woo woo woo ......" Qian wife cried louder as she spoke, and drank all the wine in the cup.

"You're enough! This is a ward, no alcohol! Mr. Qian snatched the wine glass from his wife's hand.

Qian's wife was unhappy, stood up and scolded: "You are enough, I drink some wine and it doesn't hinder you and the child, the rules of your family are less to frame me, tell you the surname Qian, if my child has three long and two short, I will not finish with you!" ”

"Presumptuous! You woman, who allowed you to speak to me like that! What do you think of the rules at home? Mr. Qian smashed the wine glass in his hand, and was about to attack when he suddenly heard a young voice: "Dad, can you stop for a while?" ”

Mr. Qian was stunned, he looked at his son on the bed and didn't drool or be in a daze, he, he was talking to himself, he was okay?!

"Son! Son, you spoke! Mr. Qian stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed, touched the child's face with his hand, and looked extremely excited: "Haha! Hello! It's good! Master Zhao is really powerful, madam, look, our precious son is good! ”

However, Mr. Qian's son smiled faintly, and Mrs. Qian took out a cup again and poured a sip of wine, as if this was not something to be happy about at all.

"You ......" Mr. Qian is such a person, he suddenly found out that something was wrong, but it was too late.

Mr. Qian sat on the bed and found that he was suddenly unable to move, and he couldn't even blink his eyes, he felt a sudden sharp pain from the top of his head, and when this pain broke out with lightning speed, Mr. Qian's eyes had fallen into eternal darkness.

The little girl in the chair stood behind Mr. Qian at some point, and one of her fingers pierced through the top of Mr. Qian's head, as if she had punctured tofu.

Mr. Qian's eyes widened and he collapsed on the bed, only to see the little girl gently scratch a circle on Mr. Qian's head with her blade-like nails, and then pull it hard, and Mr. Qian's entire scalp was torn off.

The girl couldn't wait to put her mouth on Mr. Qian's bloody skull, greedily sucking the brains here.

With this bloody and weird scene, it was extremely strange, but Mr. Qian's wife and children did not flee with screams, the two of them just trembled with fear and looked at the girl in horror.

When the girl threw Mr. Qian away, she saw that the blood stains on both the bed and the floor disappeared at the same time, and Mr. Qian's body disappeared in the room without knowing where it went.

"Okay, I've helped you achieve your goal, it's just a matter in the villa, and you really didn't do it properly." The girl wiped the blood from her mouth and jumped out of bed, walked lightly and left the ward, not knowing who she was talking to before leaving: "The location of the villa can still be used, you can find a way to find me a few corpses of the deceased, the more miserable the better." ”

Mrs. Qian was stunned for a moment, not caring at all that her husband had disappeared, and hurriedly said, "But what about that Master Zhao?" He seems to know a lot. ”

"It's none of my business, what I promised you has been done, and now it's up to you to help me." Before the girl could finish speaking, the person had disappeared at the door of the ward.

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A day later, February 1, at half past ten in the evening.

Zhao Huanshu has returned to his place of residence, after taking a bath, wearing pajamas, sitting at the computer desk while drinking hot milk, while bored on the Internet, at this time Zhao Huanshu saw a news: "The boss of a real estate in Wenzhou died in a car accident, and his wife and children inherited all the inheritance." ”

Zhao Huanshu's milk cup stopped at his mouth, and his eyes widened wider and wider, isn't this the Qian Mr. who is looking for himself to exorcise evil spirits? How did you die?

Just when Zhao Huanshu lamented that the world was impermanent, and Mr. Qian had done so many bad things and didn't need to do it himself and got retribution, the mobile phone suddenly rang, and when he clicked on it, he saw that it was a WeChat message sent by Li Delong, and there was no content.

At this moment, the door of Zhao Huanshu's house suddenly rang.

"Who?" Zhao Huanshu put the cup down and asked.