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daughter?

Zhao Yukun and Fang Hongtao looked at the old man in astonishment.

The old man stumbled to Su Chen, staring at him closely, and stretched out his hand tremblingly.

"You, please let go!"

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"She's going to be in pain."

Su Chen raised his eyebrows at the old man.

"Can you see her?"

Seeing that Su Chen did not shrink his daughter any further, the old man took a deep breath and nodded.

"I can see it, but only vaguely."

"Then you know that your daughter has been lying on you to absorb your merits, right?"

The old man nodded.

Su Chen frowned: "You also know that your daughter is a bad ghost?"

The old man hurriedly retorted: "She's not, she, she didn't hurt anyone else."

"Let me see..."

Su Chen looked carefully at the woman's soul and nodded.

"Three people were injured, but none of them were fatal."

The old man looked ashamed and defended in a low voice: "It was because I didn't control it when I first died. Later I compensated them, and they all forgave Zhiqiu."

Su Chen took a careful look at the old man and flexed his hands towards the woman.

The evil spirit on her body was balled up and fell into Su Chen's hands, and then a golden light entered her body, making the somewhat thin ghost body solidify.

Seeing this, Su Chen was stunned.

On the ghost's body, stitches appeared one after another.

This suture...

After a brief moment of shock, Su Chen reminded.

"Get your face back!"

The woman was stunned for a moment and did not move. Instead, she hummed softly: "Why?"

I knew I wouldn't be obedient.

"If you don't do it, I will throw this evil spirit on your father."

Hearing this, the woman glanced at the old man and resolutely restored her face.

There was no blood or cracks on her face. Although it was gray, one could vaguely see that she was a delicate little beauty during her lifetime.

Su Chen asked: "How did you die?"

I didn't ask if it was okay, but when I asked, the woman's expression became ferocious, and the evil spirit grew.

The old man waved his hands eagerly: "No, don't ask!"

Su Chen easily channeled the evil spirit generated by the woman into his palms and looked at the old man: "You knew your daughter was lying on top of you to absorb merit, why didn't you stop her?"

The old man lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Fang Hongtao walked up: "Old Chen, do you want to take your daughter to avenge her?"

Zhao Yukun looked at him curiously.

"I knew that the previous makeup artist was Lao Chen's daughter, but something happened to her and she was replaced by Lao Chen. I heard from brothers in the club that besides working as a makeup artist here, Lao Chen also went to the police station when he had time..."

Fang Hongtao looked at the old man: "Hasn't your daughter's case been investigated clearly?"

The old man nodded.

He took a deep breath and when he looked up, his old eyes were cloudy.

"Our ancestors of the Chen family were corpse stitchers. This profession requires dealing with corpses, which is not very dignified. But fortunately, there are no disadvantages or disadvantages. On the contrary, it can accumulate merits."

"Zhiqiu came to me when I was thirty-five years old. When she was born, she was white and fat, just like a lucky baby. At that time, I thought, I must not let such a good daughter suffer, so..."

The old man closed his eyes: "So, I made a wrong decision."

"I divorced Zhiqiu's mother."

"Although the money I earn goes to the two of them, because I don't want others to criticize Zhiqiu, I spend very little time at home. Even when Zhiqiu's mother had an accident, I wasn't even there..."

"After her mother passed away, Zhiqiu hated me and didn't want to see me. At that time, she also worked hard and found a job by herself. I saw that she was very happy at work, so I found someone to get a letter of introduction and went to another place every Qingming Festival. I just came back during the Chinese New Year.”

The old man looked ashamed: "I was wrong again."

"I had no idea this kid was so bold as to do what I do."

"After I found out, I asked her out for dinner and tried to persuade her to change her career. How could a delicate little girl do this job? She refused to listen, so we quarreled again..."

As the old man spoke, tears fell down.

His voice gradually became hoarse.

"On that occasion, after the quarrel, I went back to work in another place. Within two days, I received the bad news."

Fang Hongtao patted the old man's back.

Soothing: "Old Chen, it's not your fault."

The old man shook his head: "It's me!"

"If I could have stayed with Zhiqiu, she wouldn't have been killed."

"The bad guys must have targeted her because they thought she was a little girl living alone."

The old man beat his chest in pain and it took a long time to recover.

"Zhiqiu's body was chopped into more than a dozen pieces, put in a snakeskin bag and thrown into the garbage dump."

"When I saw her head, the skin was peeled off her face."

His turbid eyes glanced at Chen Zhiqiu's soul, not daring to look any further, and quickly moved away with guilt.

Su Chen understood.

No wonder.

No wonder he is willing to give his merits to his daughter who has become a ghost.

However, it was precisely because of these merits that Chen Zhiqiu did not completely lose his mind.

Su Chen glanced at Chen Zhiqiu, who thought of something and lowered his head.

"When did it happen?" Zhao Yukun asked quietly.

The old man wiped his eyes: "Five years, five years and seven months."

"There's been no news from the police?"

The old man nodded.

"I also have some connections here and have established connections. During that time, many people helped me find clues, but...it was useless."

"Because of her work, everyone avoids her. In addition, she always comes in and out of the house late at night, so no one pays attention to her."

Zhao Yukun was confused: "Isn't it the fault of not asking the master?"

The old man smiled bitterly.

"Why didn't you find it? But how could a truly powerful master help me without money?"

"Later, it was through the society that a master was invited to calculate the location where Zhiqiu had the accident."

Su Chen nodded: "Where did you find her soul?"

The old man nodded: "It was an abandoned hut in the suburbs."

He took the fragments of Chen Zhiqiu's body to the hut and sewed up the body with the ancestral corpse sewing technique. After the soul was sewn up, Chen Zhiqiu turned into a fierce ghost. She didn't attack Lao Chen, but aimed at a family of three passing by.

It was useless for him to shout desperately, and he finally pulled her back with the corpse line.

Su Chen glanced at Chen Zhiqiu and looked at the old man: "Okay, go do your work first. I'll ask about your daughter's affairs for you."

The old man became nervous again: "No, can't..."

He wanted to say that he couldn't ask, because if he asked, Zhiqiu would lose control and completely turn into a fierce ghost that would only harm people.

When the words came to his lips, looking at Su Chen's indifferent expression, the old man had a glimmer of expectation again.

"Then, then you can't hurt Zhiqiu."

"Otherwise, I will fight you to the death!"

Zhao Yukun laughed: "Old Chen, don't worry, Taoist Su is not so confused about right and wrong."

The old man half believed and half doubted.

Seeing Su Chen's gesture, he could only nod and return to the ice coffin.

Looking back several times, the old man found that Su Chen really didn't attack Chen Zhiqiu, and he was relieved.

Su Chen looked at Chen Zhiqiu.

"Do you remember?"

The latter didn't say a word.

"It seems that I remember."

He glanced at the old man and whispered: "Although I don't know how you corpse stitchers do things, you should have guessed that merit is very important."

Chen Zhiqiu's soul body trembled a few times.

"How many years has your soul been replenished? You have absorbed merit for so many years. Your father's body has been without merit nourishment and has long been at the end of its strength. He should have relied on the belief of revenge for you to hold on until now."

Chen Zhiqiu wanted to cry, but there were no tears.

She pursed her lips guiltily: "I'm sorry."

Su Chen looked at her doubtfully.

Chen Zhiqiu lowered his head: "It's me..."