I rely on fortune-telling to conquer wealthy families

After becoming a ghost, Dong Xiuhua reviewed her life countless times, trying desperately to figure out how she got to this point.

Should I marry Meng Jianmin?

Or should she not let her father insult Meng Jianmin after getting married?

Or should I not have broken into Meng Jianmin's so-called studio that day?

The female ghost had no expression on her face, as if she was telling someone else's story: "Meng Jianmin built a shed in the yard and said it was some kind of studio for him. After he built it, he stayed in it all day long and didn't care about anything at home."

"I had given up on him at that time and wanted a divorce, but Xiaofu still had expectations for this father."

Dong Xiuhua raised his hand and touched his son's head. The dead kid's face was as cold as his mother's and he was playing with his fingers.

"That day, Meng Jianmin forgot to lock the door of his studio, and Xiaofu sneaked in to look for him. He accidentally broke a finished porcelain bowl and was seen by him."

"Meng Jianmin is a man with low self-esteem, arrogance, sensitivity and shallowness. He has always claimed to be a scholar, and he is different from those mud-legged people who face the loess and back to the sky. He always puts on a posture of disdain to care about others. But that time , he suddenly became very angry when he saw the broken porcelain bowl."

"He took out a hammer and knocked Xiaofu unconscious. I was drying clothes in the yard at the time. When I saw this scene, I almost went crazy. I ran into the shabby shed and tried to fight him... He killed both our mother and son. Knocked to death.”

Dong Xiuhua sighed quietly, and a large area of ​​blood spread out from his body, and the flesh and blood collapsed, revealing the dense white bones, but for some reason, it didn't look scary, but made people feel sad.

"After we died, Meng Jianmin shaved off the flesh from the body, chopped it into mud, smashed the bones, and poured it into the septic tank at the entrance of the village at night. The next day, he told the villagers that I was taking the children out. Got a job."

Xiao Pingtou glanced at Shang Qing, saw him nodding, and then took his mobile phone to report the situation to You Mingchi.

Dong Xiuhua calmed down, looked at the three masters in front of him and said, "I have finished talking about my matter, what are you going to do with me? Will I be sent to be reincarnated or my soul will be scattered?" She looked sarcastic, "In any case, the living are better than the dead. Important. Right?”

Liu Fu and Cao Muxing looked at each other and were about to speak when they heard Shang Qing say decisively: "I don't have this rule here. Every wrong has its own owner, and every debt has its own owner. There is no reason why you can't repay a debt if you owe it."

The female ghost was stunned for a moment, thinking she heard wrongly, but there was an extra talisman in her hand.

Over there, Shang Qing folded a piece of yellow paper into the shape of a hammer, lit it with a snap of his fingers, and another black hammer appeared in the female ghost's hand.

Shang Qing: "Go and take revenge first."

Dong Xiuhua was stunned at first, then his eyes slowly turned red, and he didn't know whether the expression on his face was crying or laughing. He simply said: "Thank you, Master!"

Then the Yin Qi rolled up, and the mother and son disappeared.

The temperature in the car slowly returned to normal, and no one spoke for a while.

Liu Fu cleared his throat and was about to speak when Cao Musing said first, "I don't agree with letting ghosts linger in the world, but it would be a bit uncomfortable to let Meng Jianmin go."

Liu Fu: "What is that..."

Cao Muxing turned around and said: "Uncle Master, don't be too stubborn. Revenge by the ghost is not against the law of heaven."

Liu Fu: "That..."

Cao Muxing was surprised, "Uncle, why are you so rigid! Do you still have to let the mother and son reincarnate with regrets?"

Liu Fu: "Then..."

Cao Muxing regretted, "Uncle, isn't it? Being too persistent is not conducive to improving one's cultivation... Oops!"

Liu Fu slapped the back of his nephew's head like a winter melon, and then found a chance to interrupt, "Fellow Daoist Zhou, what you just gave to the female ghost was the legendary joy and sorrow charm?"

Shang Qing nodded.

Liu Fu breathed a sigh of relief, "Then I'll be relieved."

The Meng family... no, in the courtyard of the Dong family.

Meng Jianmin was nesting in the work shed of his wife-murderer, using the light of incandescent lamps to shape a piece of clay into the shape of a bowl.

The formed carcass is a little crooked, but it doesn't matter, it will look good with the glaze color. Meng Jianmin showed some pride in his talent and put the clay bowl aside to dry in the shade.

A layer of light patterns invisible to the naked eye, like water waves, spread over the ground, and the illusion opened.

Meng Jianmin made more than ten bowls in a row and planned to pick four of them to go to the kiln tomorrow. At this moment, he heard several soft rustling sounds. He didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but the noise kept coming. He was afraid that a mouse might get in and smash the porcelain bowl, so he finally stood up and looked for the source of the noise.

He looked around the shed and couldn't find anything, so he had to open the door.

It is much darker in the countryside than in the city at night, and there is no moon tonight, so it feels like I can't see my fingers.

It was at this time that he discovered that there was fog in the yard. The misty fog enveloped the entire yard, making it difficult for people to distinguish between north and south.

There was a sound coming from the fog. This time it was not a soft rustling sound, but a heavy knocking sound, as if something soft was being hit one by one...

Meng Jianmin frowned, this voice sounded familiar...

He hesitated and walked into the fog. He is the only one in this yard. He is the head of the family. What can happen to him in his own home?

The mist made the air stagnant, his pace slowed down, and the knocking sound stopped.

It was replaced by another sound, the sound of footsteps, the sound of metal rubbing against the ground... It was as if someone was dragging a metal object slowly approaching...

On a summer night, Meng Jianmin was so frightened that he sweated all over his body. He shouted in panic: "Who is this person! It is against the law to break into a private house without permission!"

The man paused, then began to approach slowly again, one step, two steps, three steps... The sound seemed to ring on Meng Jianmin's tense nerves.

Meng Jianmin shuddered suddenly, turned around and ran wildly, shouting at the same time, "Help! There is a thief——"

The countryside is very friendly and everyone lives close to each other. He believed that the neighbors must have heard his cry and would come to rescue him soon.

With this thought in mind, Meng Jianmin ran all the way to the wall, breathing heavily. Suddenly, his body froze, and that person... was actually still following him!

The footsteps were still unhurried, but getting closer and closer to him...

Meng Jianmin slowly turned around, and the figure in the thick fog finally emerged. It was still the same face, the face that made him sick, the face that always had a proud and arrogant expression.

Dong Xiuhua said coldly: "Meng Jianmin, who are you saying is the thief? I'm afraid you have forgotten that this house belongs to Dong!"

Meng Jianmin's expression could be called panicked, "Dong, Dong Xiuhua! Are you not dead?"

"How could I not die?" Dong Xiuhua raised the corner of his mouth, but the flesh and blood on his face and body fell off piece by piece, followed by his hair, internal organs... and finally turned into a pair of bloody bones.

And the mouth was still moving, "Don't you know exactly how I died and how I was chopped into pieces?"

The skeleton stiffly raised the hammer trailing behind him, "Meng Jianmin, I am dead and my son is also dead. Why don't you...come down and accompany us!"

At the same time as he said the last sentence, the skeleton swung the hammer down hard!

Meng Jianmin screamed in fright. He tried to run away, but he couldn't do anything! Looking down, he saw a child hugging his thigh.

Feeling his gaze, the child slowly raised his head and stared at him with a strange expression, "Dad, isn't Xiaofu good?"

The little ghost opened his mouth, revealing his sharp ghost teeth, "Am I not good? Am I not obedient? Why do you want to hit me? Xiaofu hurts so much... Dad, can you try it too and see how much it hurts?"

The kid aimed at Meng Jianmin's thigh and bit it down!

Meng Jianmin screamed in pain, but the hammer had already been swung down. He didn't think much and forced the kid away and turned around to hide.

A large piece of flesh was bitten off his thigh, and blood flowed down his pants. However, he ignored the injury and ran away dragging his injured leg.

He couldn't see the road ahead in the heavy fog. He stumbled and couldn't tell the direction. However, no matter where he ran, when he turned around, he could see the skeleton dragging the hammer smiling coldly at him.

As for that kid, every time he caught up with him, he would bite off a piece of flesh. It didn't take long for him to be covered in blood and his whole body was in severe pain.

He felt like a mouse being played with by a cat, unable to escape from the opponent's grasp...

At this moment, he suddenly touched the familiar door handle. This was... his studio! The familiar place gave him an unparalleled sense of security, and he opened the door and ran in almost without thinking.

Turning around and locking the doors, he tried his best to suppress his heavy breathing and listened carefully to the movement around him. Is it safe? Can't that bitch get in?

That's right, this is where he cut the bitch and the little bastard into pieces. They would definitely not dare to come in.

However, the familiar metal friction sound like a tarsal maggot sounded behind him. Meng Jianmin suddenly froze and turned around slowly.

The skeleton returned to the appearance of Dong Xiuhua, holding a hammer and looking at him with a gloomy expression.

The kid was on all fours, staring at him, chewing something in his mouth. Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his clothes and the ground.

Dong Xiuhua smiled coldly, "Waiting for you to come in!"

She swung the hammer hard, and the shelf next to her fell to the ground, and the finished and unfinished porcelain shattered on the floor.

"No!!!" Meng Jianmin screamed violently, but was unable to stop it. He could only watch his proud work turn into a pile of fragments.

The female ghost showed a pleased expression, raised her hammer and swung it at Meng Jianmin again. The little ghost also flew up in the air, and rushed towards his neck with thick ghost fangs -

At this moment, the thing around Meng Jianmin's neck suddenly glowed, blocking the attack of the mother and son.

The three of them were stunned, but Meng Jianmin suddenly reacted, grabbed an iron pipe, pointed it at the kid and slapped it hard! The kid was whipped far away and his head fell off.

Dong Xiuhua was stunned, and his expression turned ferocious, "Meng, Jian, Min!"

Meng Jianmin was even more evil than her, "I can kill you once, but I can kill you a second time!"

The bright light protected his whole body and Dong Xiuhua couldn't hurt him. She felt anxious. At this moment, the hammer in her hand also glowed with light.

Dong Xiuhua was stunned for a moment, then he raised his hammer and swung it hard!

The light on Meng Jianmin's body suddenly shattered, the hammer hit his shoulder directly, and the crisp sound of bone cracking was heard.

This scream was even more horrifying than before, his throat was broken, and it didn't sound like a human voice at all.

Dong Xiuhua twitched the corners of his mouth and walked over slowly holding a hammer.

The kid fumbled and picked up his head, put it back, and crawled over.

Meng Jianmin slumped on the ground, like a piece of humanoid garbage that could not be recycled. He suddenly raised his head, his face full of panic, "Xiuhua, Xiuhua... don't kill me, please... don't we love each other? I, I keep all the love letters I wrote to you, I, I love you. !”