Second Uncle Ling kowtowed his head in the direction of Lingzhi without warning, and after a few clicks, there was already a trace of blood stains on the smooth floor.

He couldn't control his body, his mouth seemed to be sealed with duct tape, and he couldn't say a word, just kowtowed.

"Hehe, what's this for? Could it be that you feel that your character is too inferior and want to admit your mistakes to me? But don't, second uncle, hurry up, if this strength continues, can you still have a head for a while, although it is really useless for you to ask for a head. Lingzhi smiled, his eyes were cold, this is the original owner's family, it's no wonder that he wants to run, it's disgusting.

The other Ling family members in the living room saw the appearance of Second Uncle Ling, some persuaded and some pulled.

Second Uncle Ling's body was very powerful at this time, no matter how they pulled it, not only did it have no effect, but kowtowed more and more hard.

Father Ling sensed that something was wrong, called a few young side branches of the Ling family, and ordered them to lift Second Uncle Ling up.

It was lifted up, and the spiritual father didn't have time to scold Lingzhi's disrespectful words.

The blue and white duo had their backs behind them, their index fingers flexed to each other, and there was another slap in the noisy living room.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was a brute, not a human, I was wrong."

Second Uncle Ling was carried onto the sofa, changed from a kneeling position to a cross-legged position, and slapped himself vigorously with his pale hands, shouting loudly while fanning.

For a while, the living room was messy, and no one had the heart to embarrass Ganoderma lucidum.

Lan Bai secretly gave a thumbs up to Lingzhi.

Lingzhi pinned her broken hair behind her ears with some embarrassment, and when she decided to come to the Ling family, the Ling family was destined to not stop.

But I didn't expect to add a blue and white.

That is, it can't be stopped at all.

Mr. Ling's room is on the second floor, and this villa has both an elevator and a staircase.

Lan Bai sent Lingzhi into the room, stood on the second floor and watched the farce downstairs with great interest, moving his fingers from time to time.

Second Uncle Ling was miserable, he did a backflip on the sofa and fell directly to the floor.

His lower body was wet, and before a foul smell could dissipate, his neck was crooked.

Fainted.

Lan Bai pursed his lips boringly, glanced at the seemingly solemn Spirit Father, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a wicked smile.

The large bedroom was packed with medical equipment, and a nurse sat next to the bed.

As soon as Lingzhi entered the room, he heard the sound of a ventilator, and looked at the old man lying on the bed, his eyes were sour.

In the original plot, the original owner didn't even see the grandfather who loved her for the last time.

The Ling family felt that she was a shame, and the original owner was set by the author as a mouthless character, thinking about Lingzhi and sighing.

The fusion of the real world and the world of fiction represents the author's strong pen, and how many people will be moved by the truth and emotion of reading this novel, and it will be integrated with the real world and accepted by heaven.

is also because of the fusion with the real world, the fragmentation of the way of heaven leads to the awakening of the heroine.

Who wants to be a marionette?

The old man's tired half-jaw eyes, after seeing the comer, only the dry arm was raised and pointed at the Lingzhi with great effort.

Lingzhi hurriedly trotted two steps forward, grasping the old man's arm that was difficult to support.

"Grandpa, Zhizhi has come to see you."

The old man's eyes were open, and he looked at Lingzhi's eyes full of reluctance, and pointed to the little nurse on the side with his right hand.

The little nurse got up and went out of the room, leaving the room for the grandfather and grandson.

The corners of the old man's mouth quirmed, and he didn't know what to say.

Lingzhi put his ear close to the old man's lips with a side face, and held the old man's boneless arm with a little choked up, "Grandpa, you say, I'll listen." ”

"Shiba, Shiba, Bank, Depository, Your Birthday."

The sentence was intermittent, and the old man said this sentence as if he had exhausted all his strength, and closed his eyes tiredly.

He has been persistent, insisting on waiting for his good granddaughter.

After the delivery of the matter, the body felt like it was stuck in a swamp.

Sucked by a black hole, it is difficult to move.

Lingzhi held the old man's hand and kept listening, "Grandpa, don't worry, I've learned to protect myself, over there, okay." ”

Bai Wuchang followed the old man's soul behind him, stood in place and looked at Lingzhi for a while, and left here with the old man.

His voice was empty and silent.

"Don't worry about your granddaughter, she's a blessed man."

Bai Wuchang didn't look back, the old man looked back at Lingzhi one last time, turned around and followed Bai Wuchang's steps and left.

A tear slipped from the corner of the old tree-like eye into the white and flawless pillow, leaving a gray mark.

In the middle of the night, Lingzhi raised his face from the old man, carefully put his arm back into the futon, got up and went to the bathroom to get a basin of hot water, and scrubbed for him.

When you go, you have to be decent.

Blue and white had a lot of fun in the hallway.

The whole living room was huddled in the corner, and they began to wonder if the old man had died, and watched them bully Lingzhi and punish them with their mouths.

After all, there are few people in this living room who haven't been beaten with a stick.

Father Ling knelt in the center of the hall and kept slapping himself, while Second Uncle Ling had already been sent to the hospital.

The Spirit Mother initially tried to stop it, but was accidentally injured.

Thinking of what the spiritual father had done over the years, he began to look on coldly.

Lingyue entered the living room when Second Uncle Ling was unconscious, but he couldn't go out again.

She saw a female classmate she had bullied in the house, and the long-lost memory came into her mind, and she kept running around the house.

"Ghost, there is a ghost, aren't you dead! Spare me. ”

This ghost shout made everyone in the Ling family even more afraid.

Although ghosts and myths are far away from them, this strange scene arouses their fear of the unknown.

Especially when the door is always open, and there is no wind to close itself, and none of them can get out.

Fear has reached its point.

Lingzhi stepped on high heels and went downstairs, not taking the elevator, but taking the stairs.

The sound of "kicking" in the living room surrounds, and the image of the female ghost gradually travels in their minds, and a group of people shirk their responsibilities regardless of the image.

Whoever played to death and who abused whom.

It's disgusting.

Lingzhi walked downstairs with a calm expression, completely different from the initial provocation.

"Grandpa went."

As soon as the voice came out, the Spirit Father's hand stopped, and he found that he had returned control of his body, and he struggled to get up from the ground.

Because of kneeling on the floor for a long time, my knees hurt my heart.

Ling Yue sat on the ground dejectedly, her eyes were lost, and Aunt Ling rushed up and hugged her into her arms.

Lingzhi was not very satisfied with their reaction, and glanced at Lan Bai, who understood.

Lan Bai stood beside Lingzhi, and few people cared about them at this time, intent on investigating their own situation.

With a 'pop,'

All of their bodies became uncontrollable and fell to their knees, forced to look up in the direction of Lingzhi.

I saw the man next to Lingzhi, his hands spread out in the air, and his index finger slightly bent.

"Knock, knock, knock."