Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

Cheng Moxun clutched Xu Ziyu's coat tightly, she didn't want to do that.

But before she could speak, Xu Ziyu replied first: "Okay."

The car stopped, and Mo Yimo had no plans to get out of the car.

He looked at Lihuajing, and said calmly, "Do you want to go to the studio to have a look?"

"You haven't answered my question." Pear Blossom Lazily leaned against the car door, as if she could leave at any time: "Why don't you answer me first?"

"About that little girl?" Mo Yimo smiled lightly, as if the previous anxiety and surprise were all gone: "There is nothing to answer."

"Your reaction is abnormal." Pear Blossom Jing said lightly, "That little girl has traces of evil spirits on her body."

Mo Yimo's face froze for a second, and then quickly returned to normal: "Well, so it must have something to do with me?"

"Looking at her eyes, and your reaction, it's impossible to have nothing to do with it." Pear Blossom Jing frowned rather disgustingly: "I don't want to play word games."

"Her father's death has something to do with me." Mo Yimo shrugged his shoulders, and said lightly: "Actually, there is nothing to hide, I just said it, except for that family, no one cares."

"Hundreds of years ago, that's what high officials thought when they ignored human lives." Pear Blossom Spirit looked at him even more disgustingly: "It's really ugly."

"I don't disrespect life that much." Mo Yimo was not angry at all about this accusation: "It's just that the little girl's father doesn't know how to be cautious if his life is bad."

Pear Blossom Jing slightly narrowed her eyes: "You mean, it was her father who made the mistake?"

"Her father came to me a year ago to see if there was anything unclean on my body." Mo Yimo adjusted his sitting posture: "I knew at that time that he was a gambler who owed huge debts without telling his family. kind."

"Then?" Li Huajing seemed very satisfied with his detailed answer.

"At that time, there was a rich man's son who was dying, so I arranged for them to pay a huge amount of money to buy their life." Mo Yimo shrugged: "If the little girl's father knew how to restrain himself..."

"Wait, are you against the laws of heaven?" Pear Blossom Jing frowned: "How can you, a mortal, have the final say on matters of life and death?"

"There will always be some loopholes." Mo Yimo didn't care about it: "What's more, I didn't get any benefits from it, and I lost two years of Taoism."

Lihuajing raised her eyebrows: "You dare to do business at a loss."

"This involves a special reason." Mo Yimo smiled slightly, as if putting everything aside: "It's just a little smoke, nothing to care about."

"What happened later? The little guy's father is no longer alive, right?" Li Huajing sighed after finishing speaking, "No, he's still here."

"His wife and children don't even know that the mainstay of his family is a gambler with countless debts." Mo Yimo sneered: "He is also stupid, gambling with the money he got in exchange for his life."

"I lost everything?" Pear Blossom Essence casually guessed.

"No, I earned five or six times." Mo Yimo said with a sneer: "Pay off debts, buy a new house and a car, and the quality of life has improved a lot."

Li Huajing nodded: "Very good. Could it be that... he was robbed and killed because he had too much money?"

Mo Yimo laughed softly: "It's too simple to think, he was killed by a ghost."

"Oh?" Li Huajing raised her eyebrows: "Who did you offend?"

"The casino he often goes to has developed into what it is today with the help of various ghosts." Mo Yimo fumbled for a fancy coin from his pocket.

"Understood." Pear Blossom Essence also smiled lightly: "After all, there is still too much money, which has attracted attention."

"The five or six times he earned from gambling at the beginning were all given to him by the casino for fishing." Mo Yimo played with the coins and snorted coldly: "How can the casino lose money?"

"If he's not greedy." Pear Blossom Jing sighed, "It's too late to stop early."

"If he had the possibility to stop, why would the casino choose him as a target?" The clown on the coin was grinning, and Mo Yimo lowered his eyelids: "Actually, he still has a choice."

Pear Blossom Jing's attention was also half attracted by the coin, so she answered absent-mindedly: "What choice?"

"That casino will give you two paths, one of which is to become a partner. To put it bluntly, it is to become a person who is sent arbitrarily." Mo Yimo curled his lips: "Loss of freedom in life."

"It's better than dying." Pear Blossom Jing looked away from the coin: "He's not smart enough."

"He's too greedy." Mo Yimo said flatly: "Several attempts have failed, and the casino is no longer polite to him. But within a month, he is heavily in debt again."

The sky gradually dimmed, and the coin in Mo Yimo's hand was glowing with golden luster.

"He has some conscience. In order to leave living expenses for his wife and children, he chose to use his soul to repay the debt." Putting the coin back in his pocket, Mo Yimo continued, "But this time, he chose to become a slave."

"What will the slave do?" Li Huajing raised her eyebrows and asked.

"Whatever you do for the casino, the most important thing is to lure other souls to take the bait to replace your own debt." Mo Yimo frowned, as if disgusted: "It's despicable to do so."

Pear Blossom Essence shrugged noncommittally.

"Shortly after his death, his wife came to me and asked why." Mo Yimo frowned, and Mo Yimo seemed very annoyed by this memory: "In order not to make them sad, I acquiesced to that man's lies."

"What lie?" Pear Blossom Jing asked curiously, holding her chin.

"Shirk the responsibility completely and maintain the image of a good father." Mo Yimo looked at her lightly: "Is this a big lie?"

Pear Blossom Jing nodded: "Then?"

"In the end, his wife went crazy, and took the child to drink pesticide to commit suicide." Mo Yimo sighed, "My lost two years of morality were exchanged for their successful rescue."

"So, you are still a great character?" Li Huajing looked at him suspiciously: "You can only believe half of what you say?"

Mo Yimo was not irritated by this kind of provocation, but smiled calmly: "As you like, anyway, this is how it happened."

"Then it's not good now." Li Huajing sat up straight and stretched her waist: "I'm leaving."

"Do you think that man will attack Cheng Moxun?" Mo Yimo raised his eyebrows slightly: "But he helped Cheng Moxun resolve his grievances."

"That's just a foreshadowing." Li Huajing rolled his eyes at him: "I came to you just to confirm this."

"You see something wrong with that man?" Mo Yimo was a little surprised: "Very powerful."

Pear Blossom Jing shook her head: "I just happened to crush a little bit of his soul, and just happened to perceive something."

She sighed faintly: "In short, Cheng Moxun is just a good move for him; of course, I will not let this kind of thing happen."

"If I left you, Cheng Moxun would probably die many times." Mo Yimo said without any hint of meaning: "Wouldn't you be bored with this bondage?"

"Without me, someone would protect her." Pear Blossom Jing sneered, "The bond between me and her is not as simple as you think."

Mo Yimo smiled lightly and shook his head: "It has nothing to do with me."

"I see that you care about her." Lihua said pointedly, and then changed the topic: "That man's target may be you."

"Thank you for reminding me." Mo Yimo was not surprised at all by this statement.

Pear Blossom Jing didn't say anything, and quickly disappeared into the carriage.

"Going away?" The driver's voice came from the front.

"Well, get ready to get out of the car." Mo Yimo took out the coin from his pocket again, and rubbed it twice with his fingers, with an uncertain expression on his face.

At the same time, Yuanyuan took a brown paper envelope from the servant.

She took out two tickets with the "Landuo" logo printed on them from the envelope: "Two? You even prepared Xu Ziyu's?"

"No, Miss." The servant said with some hesitation, "That, that one is for you."

"Me?" Yuanyuan looked at her in surprise, "I didn't say I wanted to see it."

"Please go and relax, Miss." The servant held his left hand with his right hand and put it on his abdomen, and said sincerely, "It's not good for your health if you stay at home like this."

Yuanyuan's complexion is not very good: "I can go to the garden."

"You need more ways to soothe your emotions." The servant had an anxious look on his face: "You seldom eat recently. If this continues, your body will not be able to bear it!"

"I know you are doing it for my own good." Yuanyuan sighed, and reluctantly stuffed the ticket back into the envelope: "But I don't want to go anywhere."

"If... if the master sees you like this..." the servant summoned up his courage and said, but it was halfway through, and because of Yuanyuan's stiff face, he stopped talking.

"My father's whereabouts are still unknown." Yuanyuan said slowly, with a steady tone, "I'm in the mood to go to a play, don't you think it's absurd?"

"If it's because of this, the body is broken..." The servant bit the bullet and insisted: "The master will be very sad when he comes back."

This is the truth, Uncle Tao is famous for doting on his daughters.

Yuanyuan has been obese for so many years, one reason is the sequelae of congenital diseases, and the other reason is that the food at home is too good, and there is nothing to worry about.

"I'll think about it." Not wanting the servant to continue talking, Yuanyuan waved the envelope: "You go to work first."

"Miss, please think about yourself." Seeing her turn around and walk up the stairs, the servant hurriedly added, "You are the most important support of the Tao family now."

In a word, Yuanyuan's footsteps stopped on the stairs.

Seeing her stop, the servant nervously put his hands on his chest, waiting for a response.

But after a long time, Yuanyuan chose to continue upstairs in silence.

"Oh." The servant sighed helplessly, turned around and made a gesture of spreading his hands towards the colleagues who were hiding in the corner of the corridor and eavesdropping on the conversation.