Fortune-telling and ghost-catching are too cruel, I’m being targeted by the country

Fu Jiuqing raised his eyebrows slightly, his thoughts coming to him quite quickly.

She raised her delicate and sharp chin towards the female ghost floating behind Meng Yao.

"Go and deal with the people outside."

To save the ghost's life, the female ghost immediately teleported to the bedroom door.

She opened the door and smiled ferociously at the three armed men standing at the door.

The female ghost grinned her lips, opened her mouth and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

When she opened her mouth, countless white worms the size of rice grains rolled out of her mouth.

The scene was horrifying and disgusting, and the three killers outside the door were stunned.

One of them was almost frightened, raised a weapon equipped with a silencer, and fired wildly at the female ghost.

The bullet penetrated the female ghost's soul and hit the wall of the living room.

The dust in the room was floating in the void, and Fu Jiuqing and Meng Yao covered their mouths and noses.

The expression of the female ghost at the door changed, and her scary black eyes stared at the three killers outside the door.

The ghostly aura surrounding her was surging crazily, and she said angrily: "You are seeking death!"

The female ghost rushed towards the three of them, her hands as sharp as claws piercing the shoulder of one of the killers.

The injured killer threw away the female ghost and rolled and crawled away from the narrow corridor.

The other two killers yelled something anxiously as they ran away.

They fled the scene in embarrassment, not forgetting to shoot at the female ghost behind them in an attempt to eliminate her with weapons.

The scene is chaotic and funny, as the female ghost body floats to chase the killer.

In the middle of the process, she looked back at the door behind her, and an evil light flashed through her sinister eyes.

If you don't escape at this time, when will you wait!

The female ghost body disappeared from the spot and fled.

Fu Jiuqing pulled Meng Yao out of the room, pointed to the bullet holes in the old wall, and asked, "Do you know who is coming to kill you?"

"Yes." Meng Yao nodded: "My sister said that Ding Kun is still alive."

The last time the two sisters got together, Meng Qin told her everything.

Meng Yao, who knew his sister's true identity, seemed to have undergone soul transformation. The bright light in his eyes clearly meant that he had found the goal of living.

Fu Jiuqing stood at the top of the stairs, listening to the footsteps coming downstairs.

She asked casually: "What are your plans next?"

Meng Yao's voice was firm: "Avenge my sister."

Fu Jiuqing tilted her head, looking into Meng Yao's eyes filled with hatred and the serious expression on her face.

She was silent for a moment and chuckled: "Then I wish you good luck."

Meng Qin was generous and transferred all the merits he had gained during his lifetime to Meng Yao.

The person whose time is approaching is now full of anger.

As long as Meng Yao doesn't commit suicide, it cannot be said that he will live a long life, and he will always die in peace.

The sound of well-trained footsteps downstairs became increasingly clear.

Bai Ling took several guards and escorted three vicious killers upstairs.

"lady--"

Fu Jiuqing lowered his eyes and looked at the killer who was suppressed by the Qin family's guards and looked dissatisfied.

She expected the female ghost to escape, but the Qin family guard's attack was unexpected.

Fu Jiuqing pointed his fingers in the air at the three killers who were in a mess.

She said casually: "Why do you pick up everything that is dirty and smelly, and throw people to the relevant departments? Don't bother me here."

When Bai Ling heard this, she waved to her subordinates. She picked up the thermal box in her hand and walked up the steep and old stairs.

"Madam, this is the midnight snack sent by Master Qin to you."

Fu Jiuqing raised his eyebrows, thinking that Qin Baichen was a very considerate man.

She was indeed a little hungry, so she didn't refuse.

Returning to Meng Yao's home again, Fu Jiuqing sat in front of the coffee table in the living room.

She was holding the porridge at a suitable temperature to nourish qi and blood, sipping it in small sips, and occasionally picking up the plate of secret pickled radish strips on the table.

When Fu Jiuqing was having supper, Meng Yao, who was sitting across from him, glanced uneasily at Bai Ling, who was standing against the wall.

This woman's whole body was filled with an aura that was even more dangerous than the previous killer.

Bai Ling addressed Fu Jiuqing as Madam, and it was hard for Meng Yao not to doubt her friend's current identity.

After Fu Jiuqing put down the empty bowl in his hand, Meng Yao finally asked the doubts in his heart.

"Jiu Qing, are you married?"

Fu Jiuqing said very frankly: "Well, it's been almost a month."

She looked out the window at the dark sky, and a ray of silver-grey light emerged from the east.

"Bailing, go down and wait for me first."

"Yes, ma'am-"

Bai Ling stepped forward, put away the tableware as quickly as possible, and left the room with the thermos box.

When only Fu Jiuqing and Meng Yao were left in the house, Hei Wuchang appeared carrying the escaped female ghost.

Hei Wuchang threw the female ghost to the ground and bowed respectfully to Fu Jiuqing, who was sitting on the sofa.

"Master, I have captured this evildoer."

Fu Jiuqing gently raised his chin to Meng Yao: "A century-old pervert, a female ghost who lives by sucking human essence. How did you provoke these dirty things?"

Meng Yao looked at the female ghost whose face was pale, her eyes were empty, and her soul seemed to have been taken away.

She shook her head slightly: "I don't know."

Fu Jiuqing said firmly: "You are sick."

Meng Yao meets his former friend with unfathomable dark eyes.

She felt that Fu Jiuqing had changed, and that he had a maturity and composure that was beyond his age.

Fu Jiuqing's eyes were clear and calm as he continued: "You suffer from depression and mild schizophrenia."

This is a condition that was tortured by Xia Rujun, Feng Wenwen and the others.

People are full of malice, sometimes more terrifying than ghosts.

They have shady negative emotions and want to be more perverted and perverted.

Meng Yao didn't seem surprised by his condition, with a very calm expression on his face.

She lowered her head and said quietly: "I always see Xia Rujun and Feng Wenwen, and they pester me again and again.

Even when I closed my eyes, their ugly faces flashed before my eyes. It had been a long time since I had a peaceful sleep. "

Schizophrenia would flare up when she was depressed.

Those unbearable memories from the past tortured her every minute.

Meng Yao doesn't want to be trapped in the past, but she just can't escape. Those experiences are like shackles that tightly restrain her.

Fu Jiuqing changed his sitting position and said straight to the point: "Xia Rujun and Feng Wenwen are both dead, and their souls have returned to the underworld long ago. There is no way they can come to you.

Your aura was in a low state before, and you were plagued by filth and death. That's why you attracted the attention of centuries-old perverts and female ghosts.

You didn't call me for help tonight. What will be lying in this house tomorrow will be a corpse whose soul has been devoured by evil spirits. "

She looked at Meng Yao and concluded: "Meng Yao, you are sick and need treatment."

Meng Yao's body trembled, obviously scared.

She quickly settled down and raised her eyes to stare at Fu Jiuqing doubtfully.

"Jiu Qing, do you think that in this world, good people are not rewarded with good things?

Why do evil people live long and live a happy life, while good people never live long? "

Her sister is obviously a good person, but she was slandered and insulted with the most disgusting words.

Even if he died, his name would not be rectified.

Does all this imply that good people don’t live long, but disasters last for thousands of years?

Otherwise, why is the culprit, Ding Kun, still at large?