On the day I left school, I knocked all the relatives in the hospital to death

Zhang Lingchuan frowned slightly.

"We didn't kill your mother."

The girl's eyes were filled with tears: "You guys are all murderers! I, Chen Jingjing, will not let you go easily!"

After saying these words, Chen Jingjing bent down and wanted to pick up the old man.

Just then, I saw that when the old man rolled up his clothes, a large patch of corpse was exposed on his arm!

I noticed something was wrong and was about to speak, but Zhang Lingchuan held me down.

There's something fishy here.

After the mother and daughter left, I turned to ask Zhang Lingchuan.

"Boss, I think something is wrong with this matter!"

"I just saw that the old man's body was covered with corpse spots. She must have been dead for a long time."

Zhang Lingchuan said that the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate can prolong the life of a recently deceased person.

However, if the other party has been dead for a long time, no matter how hard she tries, she will definitely not survive.

Isn't this an obvious frame-up?

Zhang Lingchuan was silent and looked at Meng Zijin.

Seeing that they didn't speak, I felt even more anxious.

Zhang Lingchuan's expression did not change, still disdainful: "I have a clear conscience."

Meng Zijin put away her needle and said to Zhang Lingchuan with a cold face: "I want to see my daughter."

Zhang Lingchuan nodded: "Don't worry, I will definitely do what I promised you."

Then he turned to me and told me: "Yu Wanwan, please keep an eye on the store from above."

I nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, boss."

Immediately, he carried Meng Zijin down to the cellar.

I gathered my energy and sat at the counter and looked out. Outside the funeral street, it was calm.

There may not even be a single pedestrian.

I don't know how long it took, but Zhang Lingchuan and Meng Zijin came up from the cellar.

What surprised me was that Meng Zijing, who had a cold face and a foul face, actually cried!

At this time, her eyes were red and full of reluctance, without any hint of rebelliousness at the beginning.

He even asked Zhang Lingchuan in a soft tone.

"Lingchuan, can I still come over to see my daughter in the future?"

Zhang Lingchuan put his hands behind his back and spoke earnestly to Meng Zijin.

"As long as you are willing to reform well, the organization will naturally treat you leniently."

Meng Zijin nodded, wiped his tears again, and before leaving, he did not forget to nod to me.

"Brother Tian, ​​you often come to my place to play when you have nothing to do."

After this operation, I was completely shocked.

"Boss, when I went to see Miss Meng just now, she didn't have this tone..."

"How did this person change so quickly?"

Zhang Lingchuan was amused by my words.

"Everyone has countless faces."

"The face you need to use depends on what kind of person you need to face."

He was right.

"By the way, boss, what happened to Miss Meng's daughter? Why was she taken into the cellar by you?"

Zhang Lingchuan brought a stool and sat next to me.

He found a bottle of medicine from under the cabinet and gave it to me to bandage the wound on my palm.

"Actually, that little girl is also a poor person."

On the day Meng Zijin's daughter was born, a highly respected Duan Gong in their village did a fortune-telling in the ancestral hall.

As a result, it was concluded that the girl Meng Zijin gave birth to had an evil destiny and was a natural disaster.

It will kill the whole village in the future.

At that time, the descendants of the ghost sect lived in seclusion in the mountains, and the places they lived in were usually secluded and ancient.

After the hexagram of Duke Duan in the village was calculated, the people in the village were full of malice towards Meng Zijin and her daughter.

They believed that Meng Zijin's daughter would bring disaster to the village.

So, one night, some villagers secretly stole Meng Zijin's daughter from home and threw her into the river and drowned.

It was hard for me to understand.

"Why are these people like this!"

"If they were afraid that the little girl would harm the people in the village, they would have just asked Meng Zijing to take the child and leave the village. Why would they harm other people's lives!"

Zhang Lingchuan looked at me with a complicated expression.

"Yu Tianyi, you underestimate human nature."

"Meng Zijin is the descendant of the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate. She can cure all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases. It can even be said that Meng Zijin saved everyone in the village from illness."

"Those villagers have long been accustomed to enjoying the convenience brought by Meng Zijin's magical medical skills. How could they be willing to let her leave the village."

I felt chills running down my spine.

They were indebted to her, and they could not live without her.

But they are also afraid of the child with the evil destiny.

So these villagers drowned a little girl to death without hesitation.

"Those people killed other people's daughters, and they still expect other people to cure their diseases?"

Zhang Lingchuan lowered his head and took a sip of tea and continued: "When Meng Zijin retrieved the child from the river, the little girl had already died."

"Later, Meng Zijin used the secret technique of the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Sect to force her daughter back to life."

I opened my mouth in surprise.

The Thirteen Needles of the Gate of Ghosts, the technique of bringing the dead back to life.

"But when Meng Zijin's daughter came back to life, she turned into a monster."

I asked in surprise: "Monster?"

Zhang Lingchuan said solemnly: "Yes, she has become a monster that is neither human nor ghost. She sleeps during the day and goes out to suck blood at night."

Speaking of this, Zhang Lingchuan smiled bitterly.

"I didn't expect that Duan Gong's hexagram would actually come true."

"In the end, everyone in that village was buried in the mouth of Meng Zijin's daughter."

"Can you imagine? Before I even entered the village, I could smell the smell of blood. When I walked in slowly, I saw Meng Zijing holding a child with a ruthless face and a loving smile on his face... …”

I tried to imagine it, and I was frightened.

But I was not convinced: "This incident was clearly caused by the villagers who harmed others first. Even if the hexagram comes true, it is their own fault!"

Zhang Lingchuan smiled casually and did not answer.

Towards evening, another car parked outside our shop.

I looked up curiously, thinking that our shop was quite busy.

The person who came in this time was wearing a uniform.

He said with a straight face: "Where is Zhang Lingchuan? He needs to come with us and cooperate with the investigation."

When I think of what happened to the mother and daughter in the afternoon, I get very angry.

"Who are you and why do you want my boss to investigate?"

The man glanced at me contemptuously.

"I'll count to three. If Zhang Lingchuan doesn't come out, I'll tear down your shabby shop."

I clenched my fists in anger.

Zhang Lingchuan lazily walked out with a cigarette in his mouth.

"My shop was personally appointed by the bureau chief. How dare you, a small clerk, say such cruel words?"

This young man is very arrogant.

"Zhang Lingchuan, don't think that you are great just because you have some skills. Once you enter the Special Investigation Bureau Detention Center, you will be out of your hands."

Zhang Lingchuan sneered: "Even if you want to arrest me, there must be a reason."

The man snorted: "We received reports from the masses that you abused your magic and killed ordinary people, so you must come with us."

"Of course, I've also heard that you, Zhang Lingchuan, are a merciless person. If you dare to resist-"

He raised his hand, and more than a dozen people in uniforms rushed in from outside, holding various weapons in their hands and looking at Zhang Lingchuan with stern expressions.

I stood up with a sigh: "Damn it, you are treating my boss as a prisoner without any evidence?"

The man kicked the counter: "I don't have the final say whether you are a prisoner or not. I advise you, little brat, to go away and play. Otherwise, you don't know how you will die later."