The female ghost chuckled and said:

"You can go, but I'll follow you until you promise me to help me?

I can't do anything to you though?

But I can use the people around you to torture you, don't believe it, let's see.

I asked, "Is it necessary?"

The female ghost smiled and said:

"Of course it is necessary, the peak of Wuji is the most murderous, and it has experienced the seventh-level high-level soul.

As long as I want, I can go to anyone's body, Xing Rui, Li Jun is just a column, when you had the Evil Qi Protector, I didn't dare to approach you.

At that time, you were the king of the supernatural, and you had the dignity of evil to protect you, and you could do whatever you wanted without fear.

The funeral parlor is the junction of the human world and the supernatural, but you have made the land of ten thousand souls into a miasma, and the place where the souls originally haunted is not even a soul.

They are forced to leave, this place for survival, wandering in the world, is ,,, you,,,,

It is you who break the rules of the supernatural world.

Therefore, you have to bear the consequences.

But I also want to thank the rain dragon, if it weren't for the rain dragon, it would have tied you up and left you free to deal with us.

I'm sure you're going to kill us all sooner or later.

But when you self-destruct, you don't think that there is cause and effect in all generations, and you will settle accounts after the autumn.

However, I really can't understand that the Venerable of Evil Qi, the power that people dream of, has become useless in front of you.

You think that if you destroy the Venerable of Evil Qi, you can only rely on a second-level little ghost at the top of the infinite to protect you.

You're so self-righteous. It's too easy to imagine the world of the supernatural.

Speaking of which, I won't go around the bay with you. Fulfill my long-cherished wish, and I will dedicate my soul to you. As long as I'm here, no ghost will dare come near you.

But Li Lina must die.

The female ghost in red said so many things to me, and it was undoubtedly to me that I was playing the piano to the cow, but its last sentence was the point.

I sneered and asked, "What if I don't agree?"

The female ghost in red stared at me coldly and said:

"It's not me who threatens you, I'll use 10,000 ways to ruin the people around you, if you don't believe it, you can try it.

I snuffed out the cigarette butt, spat out a puff of smoke at the female ghost, and said:

"When you first got on Xing Rui's body, you could have chosen Xing Rui. She's a cop and can do more than I do?

When you go to Li Jun, you can also choose Li Jun, why choose me.

The female ghost in red said disappointedly:

"Because they are normal people, they can't bear the cold on me at all. I have no grievances with them, and there is no need to hurt the innocent.

But you're different, Han Bing, it's not me praising you.

You're a stunned master, you're tough. Persistent, revenge is really a tool of revenge given to me by God, and you are brave and easy to be infected by your own emotions. The brain is hot, there are no scruples, and there is no bottom line in doing things. Shameless to the extreme.

What I despise the most is your ruthlessness towards Li Lina. You don't even think about it. Other people's feelings.

People like you are prone to extremes, and you are not afraid of this word in your heart. The King of Evil really has a unique vision. It's played with the eagle all its life, and it still hasn't played with you.

So I won't, follow the old path of the Venerable of Evil Spirits, and try to control you.

I will let you into my world, feel my pain, justice is at ease in your heart, and I believe that after feeling my pain, you will have your own choice.

I have a showdown with you today, that is, I hope you can help me and fulfill my long-cherished wish.

The tone in which the female ghost said this was much softer, and the gaze it looked at me was no longer the fierceness of the crossbow drawing the sword, but it was replaced by an emotional plea.

After the female ghost finished speaking, I lit another cigarette, this female ghost was obviously confused by my expression, it didn't understand me at all, from its words, I could hear that it seemed to be pitying Li Lina, it was confused by Li Jun's impression of me, its view, in fact, was Li Jun's understanding of me at the beginning.

I lowered my head and exhaled a puff of smoke and said:

"Bring me into your world, right?

As soon as I said this, the corners of the female ghost's mouth twitched, and she raised her arms and arms, and a wave of darkness permeated her.

The stars are moving, the rainstorm is like a broken bead, whirring and smashing on the window, the huge room is full of all kinds of bottles and cans of color paint, and the whole room is full of oil paintings.

A handsome boy with his long hair flicking from time to time, the boy was at least 1.8 meters tall, perhaps too thin, as if he had elongated his body, looking tall and thin.

He was standing on an easel, concentrating on the panel, painting a girl.

A girl wearing a bright red cheongsam, reclining on a sofa, holding her chin in her right hand, looked at the boy with an unnatural expression.

Then the boy straightened his neck and said:

"Keke, can your arms be any higher?

The girl named Keke sat up straight, rubbed her wrist, and said:

"Qingyun, it's too good, will you draw it next time? I've been lying down for half an hour.

The boy looked displeased, his brush still on the ground, and lit a cigarette.

Keke, putting on her shoes, came over, and when she saw the boy's painting, she looked a little dissatisfied and said:

"I've been painting for so long, why do you paint me so ugly?

Qingyun's face changed and said:

"It's my work for a month, isn't it pretty?

Keke obviously didn't realize that Qingyun was already angry.

She stood up, twisted her waist and said:

"It's not like it at all, is my face so pointed?

A white Persian cat came over with its tail wagging haughtily.

Keke, squatting on the ground and holding it in his arms.

The cat licked Keke's arm with a happy face.

Qingyun's face instantly darkened, and he kicked over the easel.

The Persian cat suddenly broke free from Keke's embrace and ran away.

Keke stared at Qingyun with a confused expression and said:

"What are your nerves? Whoever is looking for you to provoke you again, you say that you know every day, stuffed in the studio. If you are not satisfied with a word, you lose your temper. What the hell are you like this.

Qingyun closed his eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief. Said in a cold tone:

"Keke! Shall you go back first?

After Qingyun finished speaking, he turned around and walked to the window, looking at the raindrops like beads of broken thread, and fell into deep thought.

Keke stood there stunned, and then kicked Qingyun over the oil painting and helped him up.

But the one that had just finished the oil painting, but at this time it was dyed red with red spices, and Keke helped the spice bottle up. Walked up to Qingyun and hugged Qingyun's back and said:

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have questioned your work.

But the oil painting on the easel, which was lifted up by Keke, seemed to be washed by bright red plasma, and the bright red liquid like blood slowly dripped down the neck of the red girl on the painting.

Dripping on the milky white marble floor, it is so bright and dazzling.

Qingyun's side face is very handsome, and the water chestnut is clearly defined on the face. staring expressionlessly, the endless stream of vehicles downstairs.

He just stood quietly in front of the window.

He seems to have an indescribable indifference to Keke.

It was getting dark, and Keke's phone rang. Keke answered the phone, brushed the scattered forehead hair between her ears, and said coquettishly:

"Dad, did you miss me? Hey!

Where am I in the dormitory? Tomorrow? I'm not going to go tomorrow night.

Father...... Don't embarrass me, okay? That kid is a whole dirty loser. No. ,,,Can't you have this, really Dad?

Daughter's own happiness is in her own hands, Dad, are you confused about doing business, your daughter is not a commodity in your hands.

That kid surnamed Cao, what's so good!

Isn't there a rich father?

What age is it now, and you still pay attention to the right door, okay! Dad, I won't say anything. I'm going to have to study at night later?

Without waiting for her father to finish, she hung up the phone.

As soon as she looked up, she saw Qingyun looking at her with a cold expression.

Qingyun saw that Keke was also looking at him, he lowered his head with some inferiority, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it and said: "Keke, in fact, I am really not suitable for you, I am a poor boy from the mountains, I can't give you a happy future."

In fact, Cao Hongtu, is more suitable for you than me, that kid has returned from studying abroad, and he is a talent, and in a few years, he will take over his father's Shike Technology Company, and your father is sitting on electronic chips, you are rich, and you pay attention to the right person.

The last time I went to your house, your mother's attitude towards me has already indicated her opinion.

Keke, shall we break up?

Keke looked at Qingyun in shock, rushed up and raised his hand to his face, slapped him in the face and shouted:

"I've been with you for three years, how did you promise when you slept with me?

You swore to love me for the rest of your life, and you're going to break up with me now.

Qingyun closed his eyes with a sore face, grabbed his long hair and shouted:

"Do you think I'm willing to do this, I'll graduate in half a semester, you see what I'm painting now? What are they? How can I give you happiness?

After Qingyun finished roaring, he angrily rushed to a row of easels and tore the oil paintings on the painter to shreds.

Keke looked at this beloved man, and at that moment her heart was like a knife.

Just stood there helplessly, looking at Qingyun and going crazy.

Keke covered her face, grabbed the crying on the sofa and ran out of the studio.

Downstairs, Keke pulled away her red Audi A4 and cried heartbreakingly on the steering wheel.

Then the car slammed out and disappeared into the night with a whistling on the night of the rainstorm.

Upstairs, Qingyun was weakly curled up in the corner, looking at the messy room in a daze with tears streaming down his face.

I don't know how long later, a boy walked away from Qingyun's painting.

The boy looked to be in his twenties, wearing a Hahan sweatshirt, thigh-high horseshoe pants underneath, a pair of colorful high-top cricket shoes on his feet, and a baseball cap diagonally.

Tattooed on the neck of a pair of Cuban revolutionary leaders cut. Guevara's head is tattooed, and a series of skull necklaces hang from his chest.

With his hands in his pockets, the ruffian walked in with a cigarette in his mouth.

As soon as he entered the door, he looked at the messy room, crept in, and saw Qingyun hiding in the corner in a daze, looking strange, walked over and patted him on the shoulder and said:

"My great painter, what's wrong with you? This room was smashed like this? (To be continued......)