Judging from this point, in fact, this female charm is not bad in her heart......

After death, the seven emotions are resentment.

And mother's love is also covered in the love of the seven feelings.

Not all ghosts with grudges that are difficult to get rid of will harm others.

is like the female charm in front of her, she also has a conscience and maternal love.

She is nostalgic for the yang world, but in fact, she can't let go of her child, that is, the ghost baby in my hand.

"Thank you for the reminder," I said sincerely, "I confessed, but I'm in charge of this matter!"

"You—" The female charm looked at me viciously, "Is it worth it?"

"Of course," I only asked, "Do you really want me to retreat in the face of difficulties..... if now, I turn around and leave, at most, leaving Tang Qianwen in front, but if you think about it in the long run, will your corpse be the same as the resentment and evil spirit here, and it will not be dispersed for a hundred years, and what about your children? Can you protect him for a while, let his soul stay in the world....but can you let him stay in this resentment forever? There is no daylight, and you will not enter the cycle of reincarnation?"

"I," the female charm's hideous expression slowed slightly, she was a mother after all.

"In my opinion, let it go," I said, "letting go of your obsession with your child and helping him enter reincarnation as soon as possible is what you, as a mother, can do for him in the end... Do you know how much he longs to see the world? Do you know how childish he is when he is greedy for a mouthful of breast milk? If it weren't for his greed for a mouthful of breast milk, I really wouldn't have been able to put it into the paper figure so easily."

"That's enough," the female charm disagreed, "It's a high-sounding thing, but after all, you're just trying to save that woman!"

She directly refuted my kindness coldly.

In that case, I have nothing polite: "You don't have to pretend to be kind to remind you, after all, you are just worried, your child, in my hands."

As I spoke, I directly took out the flat paper figure that detained the ghost baby, and threw it at the female ghost: "Take it, the next thing, don't come back to make a hindrance from it!"

After speaking, I pulled Su Xuejing and resolutely walked into the deserted village.

And the female charm, catching the paper man, was stunned, she looked at the back of us leaving with a pair of charming eyes, and fell into deep thought.

Su Xuejing and I were chasing after each other quickly, looking for the puppet puppet just now with the strong light of the mobile phone.

On the way, Su Xuejing asked quietly, "Mr. Jiang, why did you return the paper figure to her just now?"

"Attack the heart first," I determined, "the female charm's conscience is not clear... In fact, there is a certain reason for her resentment, because the place where the corpse is buried is corroded by resentment. And I believe that a mother who loves her son like her life will make the right choice... Although I haven't tried maternal love, and I can't experience maternal love, but this does not affect my judgment of maternal love, maternal love is great, even if it is sometimes extreme, but maternal love itself is right..... a desperate mother, can be cynical because of the child, can also be because of the child, compromised, let go of all the unwillingness, in this world, which mother is different?"

And this is exactly what Tang Qianwen made me understand.....

She has a face of vicissitudes and a good year.

But for the sake of the child, he was tortured by grievances, and the Liu family treated him unfairly.

From beginning to end, I never heard Tang Qianwen say half a sentence of grievances.

Even before going out, my careless arrangement made her *** in front.

She didn't have any worries... In Tang Qianwen's eyes, what flashed out was the benevolence of maternal love.

While talking, our family searched in the black fog for a long time.

It was also strange to say, Su Xuejing suddenly became curious: "You said... Liu Xunfei and they got out of the car that night, and walked for so long in the black fog?"

"Are they crazy? Torture can come to such a disgusting place? Moreover, how could they find farmers in such a deserted village?"

"That's right," I was stunned, and I really thanked Su Xuejing for reminding me.

Perhaps, before Liu Xunfei and they came, this was not the case here!

I tried to reorganize what had happened......

If this deserted village was like this from the beginning, the aura of corpses was pervasive.

Not to mention the local area, will it be isolated and manage this place.

Even a person like Master Meng Jie categorically couldn't let Zhao Xiaohui come here to raise a baby.

Smelling this rancid smell every day, can the child born be healthy?

Come to think of it, there is absolutely no such possibility......

And Liu Xunfei and their rich sons, as Su Xuejing said.

When they come to this deserted village after drinking, they are really drunk and seeking thrills.

I definitely won't walk in, because people with hangovers will inevitably have a strange feeling of vomiting when they smell this stench.

What's more...I remember Liu Xunfei mentioned it in the original words, after they woke up, they felt hungry, and at Zhao Xiaohui's house, after dinner, a group of rich sons returned to the car to drink.

What is the rich second generation? Not to mention whether it is as generous as ordinary people's illusions.

But one thing, which must be true, is squeamishness.

They don't eat in stinking toilets, so how can they eat in a farmer's house that smells of corpses?

The more I started to think about this, the more wrong it became, and it seemed that at this time, I gradually understood: "It was that Meng Jie who did it, I'm afraid that what happened here may have something to do with the Yinshan faction!"

As I began to figure everything out, the sound of the wooden man's "crunching" steps came faintly from the darkness.

Without a strong flashlight, you can see a dense, dark and ghostly green figure, which has crawled all over the body of the wooden puppet. It's like a puppet's body, densely covered with glow-in-the-dark fireflies.

"There," Su Xuejing didn't notice it at first, and with the "crunching" sound made by the wooden man, the strong light of the mobile phone searchlight shone in the direction of the wooden man......

Suddenly, where the light shone, there were dense ghosts, and they all turned their heads to the light, and their hideous and empty eyes looked at Su Xuejing together........

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