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The death of those little rabbits, he wished he had done it himself.

Wandering in dreams again and again.

The image of avenging his daughter and the time when her daughter was humiliated played out repeatedly in my mind.

If he goes on like this, he's really going crazy.

"Bang dang."

As soon as Lingzhi took a step, he kicked an empty bottle of liquor,

It's like kicking on the chops, "Bang dang." ”

In an instant, one by one, they fell into pieces, and the floor was full of shards of glass bottles.

Snoring.

The man lying on the sofa with a scruffy beard had no sense.

Lingzhi followed the voice and looked over, although Liu Dashuai was in his fifties, he had always been clean and upright, and sometimes he looked younger than Zhou Chengdu, who was in his thirties.

The honest appearance is reassuring.

But now he.

Lying on the couch on all fours, his face flushed with drunkenness, his stubble almost covering his entire face.

Decadent and before, it seems that it is not a person.

Lingzhi searched around.

In addition to the award certificate in the room, there is a photo of the two of them.

The girl smiled very brightly, and there was no haze at all.

The only other photo was seen by Lingzhi from the balcony.

The woman in the photo is gentle and beautiful, with two braids hanging on her chest, wearing dark green overalls, and smiling a little shyly at the camera.

"Liu Dashuai, get up,"

Lingzhi walked over to the sofa and patted the man's face.

Liu Dashuai groaned, stretched his waist on the sofa, and did not get up immediately, but shrank in the sofa and muttered.

"Get up, I'm going to sleep."

It's just that the moment he turned around, a clear tear slipped from the corner of his eye, dipped in the sofa that had already peeled off.

"I've brought Huihui back."

Lingzhi knew that he was awake, but he was just escaping reality.

As soon as her voice fell, Liu Dashuai immediately sat up from the sofa, his eyes were cloudy and bloodshot, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

Lingzhi raised his eyebrows slightly, and swept the garbage on the coffee table to the ground at will.

"Whoa."

Then leaned on the coffee table and looked at Liu Dashuai's surprised expression.

"Sober?"

"Go wash your face, Huihui's situation is a little special, whether she can be sober or not depends on your performance."

Liu Dashuai was incredulous at first, and then his eyes flashed with an astonishing light, and he rushed into the bathroom like a gust of wind.

The sound of water came out of the bathroom.

Lingzhi sighed as he looked at the blood stains on the broken glass on the floor.

Fingertips tapped on the broom standing in the kitchen.

The broom immediately seemed to come to life and began to clean up the messy room.

Broken glass, garbage bags, instant noodle buckets.

Lingzhi is a little hard to believe that a person who is usually so clean has lived in this environment for so long.

When Liu Dashuai came out of the bathroom, the stubble on his face disappeared, except for the obvious redness under his eyes, which was much better than before.

"Great, master, you said you brought Huihui with you, right? Where is she? Is it right next to me? ”

Liu Dashuai rubbed his hands carefully, and sat on the sofa in a proper manner, a little at a loss.

He believed in the power of Lingzhi, and he believed everything she said unconditionally.

Because he clearly knows that the people in that state are no longer human, and they don't need to waste time and energy to deceive an ant.

Lingzhi sighed, sat down on the coffee table that had been wiped clean, and said around his chest.

"The good news is that Huihui was indeed brought back by me, and you will have the opportunity to meet in the future, and she will also become a ghost cultivator to accompany you."

Liu Dashuai's eyes lit up, and he excitedly waited for the words behind Lingzhi, and even left the three words of good news behind.

Lingzhi looked at the anticipation in his eyes, closed his eyes, and sighed.

"The bad news is that her mind is filled with resentment and hatred, and now she is a murderous tool without any thoughts of her own."

Lingzhi easily released Liu Huihui, who was tied in the Qiankun bag.

The girl is still wearing the same high school uniform, the ponytail on her head is a little messy, her eyes are dark, and there is no trace of white eyes, except for that, it is no different from when she was alive.

Liu Dashuai didn't expect that he would really be able to see his daughter again, and immediately wanted to rush up and hug him.

Lingzhi's fingers tapped his body and said lightly.

"I'm not done yet."

"Now she is a murder weapon, and I have no way to awaken her senses, but I think you, as a father, should know what she cares about and what is difficult to let go."

"If you can get her sanity back, then I will give her the exercises of ghost cultivation in the future."

Lingzhi paused slightly, looked at Liu Dashuai's eager eyes, and continued with some reluctance.

"What if... If you can't do it, then I'm sorry, for the safety of humanity, I can only let her disappear into this world completely. ”

For a person, to die is to become a ghost.

But after the ghost died, there was really nothing.

It will turn into the grit of all things, be buried in the ground, and disappear forever.

Lingzhi's eyes stared at Liu Dashuai's eyes, observing the change in his expression.

Liu Dashuai just felt the joy, and Lingzhi's last words were like a basin of cold water.

Pour him from head to toe.

Because of work, my daughter has been very sensible since she was a child and doesn't like to talk.

Won't talk to him about anything.

I always thought I knew my daughter very well,

But only now did he realize that he didn't know anything.

Lingzhi watched him stand there blankly, like an abandoned man from the world.

My heart softened, "Try it." ”

The rope that had been burning on Liu Huihui's body was untied, and her expression immediately became hideous.

A beautiful little face, two lines of blood and tears dripping downward.

The hair at the back of the head is also gradually impregnated with scarlet fluid.

This is what she looked like before she died.

Liu Dashuai stood in place, wanting to step forward and hug him, but he met Liu Huihui's eyes without any feelings.

He paused, muttering in a choked throat.

"Huihui, I'm Dad, Huihui, be sober, I'm Dad."

As he spoke, the tears that had been held in his heart gushed out, and he no longer cared about Liu Huihui's state.

rushed forward to meet Liu Huihui's hands with slender nails.

"Huihui, it's Dad who is not good, let Dad hug him."

"Huihui, Dad actually bought you your favorite pig's trotters that day, but..."

On the morning of Liu Huihui's death, the two had agreed on the phone that Zhao Dashuai would send her her favorite pig's trotters in the evening.

In the afternoon, he finished buying pig's trotters, but received an urgent task.

It wasn't until the end that he learned that Huihui had died that night.

Liu Dashuai regretted it countless times, why did he let her go to that bullshit aristocratic college.

What's wrong with the original Pugao!