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

"Yeah, why didn't I tell you?"

Fu Jiuqing's voice was hoarse and he murmured inaudibly as he asked.

Her cold eyes showed no trace of emotion, she stared at Fu Wenjun expressionlessly, and her voice suddenly turned cold.

"That's because Lai Lanlan has fed you a medicine that destroys your foundation. Without the antidote, you won't be able to control ghosts at all. You will become a useless person, and you won't be able to hold your position as the head of the Fu family!

It was me who knelt on the ground and humbly begged her, begging her to let you go and let me bear everything for you, even getting the paternity test certificates for her children!

The testimonials of Fu Mo'er and Fu Shuai were delivered to the hospital one day late. That's because they used my blood. They are the evil ones with unknown origins!

Lai Lanlan was afraid that I would lose control, so he poured the poison for you into my mouth. Do you know how uncomfortable it feels? The meridians all over my body swelled and contracted suddenly, and the pain was so painful that I felt worse than death!

The most ridiculous thing is! I thought that even if we are not related by blood, we have been father and daughter for more than ten years, and you should always have a father's love for me.

Who would have thought that after you got the appraisal certificate, you would treat me like a piece of grass and let my clansmen insult me ​​and trample on me! They treated me like an abandoned child and threw me to a dying man to celebrate! "

Help Jiuqing take on the original person's emotions and reveal all the truth in a way of venting with true feelings.

Fu Wenjun looked up at her, his tightly pursed lips trembling, and his irritated eyes filled with red bloodshot eyes.

He has always regarded his eldest daughter as ironclad evidence of shame.

Every time he saw her, Fu Wenjun couldn't shake off the humiliation of being deceived and played by a woman.

But his real biological daughter has been abandoned by him for many years, and the bastard outside is regarded as his treasure.

How could he accept such a cruel truth!

A trace of suspicion and guilt flashed in Fu Wenjun's eyes.

He didn't want to believe the facts, struggled to his death, and said with no confidence: "There is no evidence for everything you said!"

Fu Jiuqing's face was full of disdain and ridicule, and he raised his finger and pointed upstairs.

"Under the mattress in my room, I still have the original appraisal certificate from that year. You can take it out and have a look."

He helped Wenjun get up from the ground in embarrassment, turned around and rushed upstairs.

"By the way, there's something else I forgot to tell you."

Fu Jiuqing's leisurely and cold voice slowly sounded.

Fu Wenjun stopped as he left, feeling a bad premonition rising in his heart, as if there was a sharp sword hanging over his head.

He turned around slowly, swallowed his saliva, and asked nervously: "What's the matter?"

Fu Jiuqing blinked her beautiful eyes and said in a gentle voice with a smile: "Thanks to Lai Lanlan, you will have no descendants in this life."

"Speak clearly!"

Fu Wenjun's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth, full of murderous intent, and he was on the verge of losing his mind.

His expression was terrifying and ghastly, as hideous as a demon!

Fu Jiuqing admired the process of his change of expression and gloated: "Lai Lanlan was afraid that you would have an illegitimate child, so she gave you sterilization medicine in order to avoid this permanent problem."

Fu Wenjun's expression was as gloomy as ink, and the flesh on his cheeks was trembling, making his already ugly face even more hideous and hideous.

He gritted his teeth and threatened Fu Jiuqing sternly: "I will find out about these things. If you dare to lie to me..."

"What good does it do me to lie to you? I have nothing to do with the Fu family anymore!"

Fu Jiuqing's lips curved downward, his tone was unkind, and his expression was arrogant and contemptuous.

Her cold eyes focused on the frost, glanced at a piece of clothing exposed at the corner of the second floor, and quickly looked away.

At this time, a tall boy with acne on his face broke in from outside.

"Fu Jiuqing?"

The boy dressed very fashionably stared at Fu Jiuqing with evil intentions.

His eyes were so lustful and naked that it was disgusting!

This person is none other than Fu Wenjun's beloved youngest son, Fu Shuai.

Relying on his Xuanmen family background, he began to harm little girls from the time he understood the affairs between men and women.

A lot of people have died at his hands over the years. When they were discovered, they were either solved with money or pressured by family forces.

You know, his adult birthday this year has not passed yet!

Fushuai looked past Fujiuqing and saw Lai Lanlan lying on the ground with his eyes wide open and a terrifying expression.

"mom!"

He took a quick step and rushed to Lai Lanlan's body.

"Mom? What's wrong with you?"

Fu Shuai held Lai Lanlan's body and shook it vigorously.

"Mom! Wake up! The one million you promised me yesterday hasn't been transferred to me yet! Mom!!!"

Fu Wenjun on the side looked like his youngest son was heartbroken over the death of his wife, but he felt a little relieved in his heart.

After hearing what Fu Shuai said, Fu Wenjun's face suddenly became extremely stiff, and he couldn't control his expression, which was colorful, ugly and funny.

Fu Jiuqing folded his arms and glanced sideways at the mother and son with his fierce eyes.

Her voice was low and cold as she stated: "She is dead."

Fushuai had bullied the original person several times and believed that the two were not related by blood. He often touched the original person in places where no one could see him.

It's disgusting!

Lai Lanlan saw it several times, and every time he would stop Fu Shuai.

Don't get me wrong, she doesn't mean well, but she is afraid that the original person will be really bullied, and she will die.

Fu Wenjun also knew about this, but he pretended not to see it, showing disgust and ridicule every time.

"Dad! Who killed mom?!"

Fu Shuai was holding Lai Lanlan's body, his eyes were red, and his expression was extremely angry.

I don't know if he was sad about Lai Lanlan's death, or he was heartbroken about the one million he couldn't get.

Facing the youngest son he loved most in the past, Fu Wenjun didn't give him a good look this time.

He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but the more he looked at Fu Shuai's face, the less he felt like he belonged to the Fu family.

Fu Jiuqing took the initiative to speak out: "I killed the person."

"Bitch! I'll kill you!"

Fu Shuai put down Lai Lanlan's body, picked up the chair beside him, and rushed towards Fu Jiuqing.

"Shuai Shuai stop!"

Fu Wenjun shouted angrily to stop him.

After all, he is the youngest son he has loved for many years, and Fushuai's nickname is very affectionate to him.

Fu Jiuqing is not his original self, and he will not stand there and let others bully him.

The moment Fushuai rushed forward, she stretched out her long legs and kicked him hard with her feet.

Fu Shuai's body hit the seat in his hand, and his waist and abdomen were hit hard.

"Hiss—!" A cry of pain resounded.

Fu Jiuqing walked up to Fu Shuai, bent down and held his short hair.

"Little beast, I almost forgot about you."

If Fu Wenjun was indifferent, Fu Mo'er's humiliation from time to time made the original body full of pain.

Fushuai is the most terrifying psychological shadow of the original person.

There were a few times when the little beast almost succeeded when the Fu family couldn't see it.

Fu Shuai didn't know that his death was imminent, so he shouted angrily as before.

"Fu Jiuqing, you bitch! I'm going to kill you!"

He stared intently at Fu Jiuqing's cold face, which was becoming more and more beautiful and charming, and could draw away a man's soul.

Fu Shuai noticed that Fu Jiu Qing was getting prettier and prettier after not seeing him for a while.

Hundreds of miserable scenes of how to play people to death flashed through his mind, and he became excited as he thought about it.

Fu Jiuqing's eyes turned cold: "Little beast, you want to find your mother? I'll send you there!"

She grabbed Fushuai's hair and slammed him against the marble floor.

"Oh!"

"Bitch, let me go!"

“Bang bang!!”

"Fu Jiuqing, you bastard! Let me go!"

Fushuai's yelling and cursing, and the banging and banging sounds kept coming.

The more dirty he cursed, the harder Fu Jiuqing's palm was.

Within a few breaths, Fu Shuai was hit with a bloody head.

Fu Wenjun saw his youngest son's face covered with blood and sternly stopped him: "Jiu Qing, let him go!"

The commanding tone contained a hint of distress for Fu Shuai.

Fu Jiuqing raised his head and smiled at Fu Wenjun.

"Okay."

Her gentle and soft tone gave people the feeling that she was easy to talk to.

Fu Wenjun believed it to be true and felt relieved.

However, the next second, something unexpected happened.

Fu Jiuqing's hands were woven into Fu Shuai's short hair, easily capturing his soul.

"Ah!! It hurts so much! Ahhh!!!"

Fu Shuai felt that all the bones in his body were about to break, and the extreme pain made his face turn pale.

Fu Wenjun, who realized what Fu Jiuqing was going to do, shouted in a horrified voice: "No!"

Fu Jiuqing turned a deaf ear and pulled Fu Shuai's soul filled with thick black mist out of his body.

Seeing this scene, Fu Wenjun was so heartbroken that his eyes turned red: "He doesn't know anything, why did you kill him?!"

There was no heartbreak or heartache, but his sadness and sadness were clearly conveyed to Fu Jiuqing.

She stood up holding the malicious ghost in her hand, quenched her cold eyes, and glanced sideways at Fu Wenjun.

"Just because he touched me and almost succeeded him several times, if I don't kill him, it's hard to eliminate the hatred in my heart!

Fu Wenjun, I advise you to shut up and don't force me to kill you too! "

Fu Jiuqing turned around and looked at Bai Ling in the corner, standing like a sculpture with a horrified expression.

She raised her arrogant chin slightly: "Come here."

Bai Ling approached with steady and powerful steps.

Fu Jiuqing was going to ask Qin Baichen's card number and ask Fu Wenjun to transfer a huge sum of 30 million.

"Fu Jiuqing! You bitch!"

A familiar, rough female voice sounded from upstairs.

Fu Jiuqing's eyebrows moved slightly and he turned his head to look.

The woman whose whole head was wrapped in gauze, with only her eyes exposed, stood upstairs pointing at Fu Jiuqing.

Her cold eyes were full of crazy hatred, as well as deep-hidden envy and jealousy.

Fu Jiuqing greeted him in a relaxed tone: "Fu Mo'er, you're not dead yet."