It hurts to smash a ghost with gold

Qiaojin was full of anger, and when he got there, he slammed the car door and entered the gate.

I am used to the small residential buildings, but I still feel a little uncomfortable seeing the open rooms suddenly.

"Where's the person?" Qiao Jin put his hands in his pockets and walked to the middle of the hall. Usually the housekeeper and the old lady would stay on the first floor, but now they couldn't see any of them.

He looked up at the double-turned stairs, his heart was full of strange irritability, and he had a keen sense that it seemed abnormal.

This villa occupies quite a large area, and the family employs a lot of people, so it's fine if there is no one on the whole first floor.

He squinted his eyes and looked around, but couldn't find the phone, clicked his tongue, and walked back to the door, but he couldn't open the door anyway. It stands to reason that since Dad is not here, his authority can be completely passed through the display screen. , the cars outside were neatly arranged, and there were not many of the 36 people.

All voice intelligence in the house is paralyzed.

When I was on the set, I fiddled with this group of people when the phone was locked. When I turned on the phone, it was stuck on the memo, which recorded the hard-to-remember dialogue in the script. I was so impatient that I pressed it and stuffed it into the car without saying a word.

There was a strange low air pressure in the villa. Qiaojin hesitated for a moment, and went up to the second floor. This is where Dad works, and each room has different functions.

The doors and windows of the first room are all transparent glass, and you can see the simple tables and chairs inside at a glance. There are some fragmented documents piled up on the table. Come on, the room is full of gray lines, exuding black air like a spider web. If someone pokes in, it will stick to it like food waiting to be slaughtered.

Holding a flowerpot in his hand, Qiaojin pushed it against the second door and opened the second door. A gust of cold air rushed to his face. After the breath dissipated, he saw a skinny man sitting on a chair inside the room.

The man was as thin as a skeleton, and he showed an ugly smile: "Your father is not here."

Finally seeing someone who could talk, Qiao Jin looked calm: "Where is he? Who are you? Why are you at my house."

"I'm here to collect the debt." As soon as the man spoke, the skin on his cheek seemed to be peeling off his bones.

"Aren't you human?" Qiao Jin squeezed the flowerpot tightly, his eyes sank, and his body slowly glowed.

"We're not looking for you." The man said with a straight face, "Don't cause a commotion."

Qiao Jin kicked open all the doors, and there was a person sorting out the materials in almost every door. Some of them were terrified when they saw him, and some stretched out their hands to hit him when they came up. Also do not chase after.

The second floor is full of ghosts.Qiao Jin had a vague understanding in his heart, he hurried up to the third floor, and found the large balcony in the middle by his intuition.

There are rocking chairs and dining tables here, a fresh decoration, but it is not that taste at all at this moment.

Qiao Shun's eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same as Qiao Jin's. He was sitting in the bamboo and rattan chair inside at the moment, his whole body was tense, and he was frantically coiling a circle of heaven and earth in his hands.

Two feet away, Long Qu leisurely snapped his fingers, and with a single click, a Bana flower exploded, and the chill in the air became stronger.

"You?" Qiao Jin opened his mouth to question, but rolled his eyes and gave up, turning his head, "Dad, are you okay?"

"Your son refuses to repay the debt," Long Qu smiled softly, the flowers on her cheeks were extremely gorgeous, and there were tens of thousands of acres of flower fields hidden in her eyes, "What do you mean by calling him back?"

The circle of heaven and earth cracked two more holes quietly in his hand, Qiao Shun suppressed the fishy sweetness hitting his throat, and his mature face flashed fiercely: "Jinzi, since you have seen it..."

"You'll die if you see it?" Qiao Jin smiled ruefully, leaning against the wall, "Dad, what kind of debt do you owe?"

"Blood debt, life debt, money debt." Long Qu's middle finger slammed into the air, creating a ripple, and an invisible wave hit the surroundings. Qiao Jin's chest was only tight, but Qiao Shun's lips and ears were oozing blood.

Following this, a ghost floated over and handed some papers to Long Qu.

Qiao Jin took the opportunity to rush to Qiao Shun's side: "Dad, how do you escape?"

"Here, life debt, I hid my life for more than 20 years, and killed many people..." Long Qu said calmly, "It's a good calculation, I can get him back before I get rid of you."

"The Yin soldiers occupy the house." Qiao Shun replied softly, "It should be impossible to hide."

"Does she mean that you should have died more than 20 years ago?" Jojin opened his eyes wide, looking at his father's eyes full of doubts, "I won't ask now, I will help you get rid of them first."

"Qiao Jin, it's not a small crime to hurt someone badly." Long Qu raised his head, looking at Qiao Jin with his dark eyes, "If you don't want to go down, you should back off, I'm serious."

Qiao Shun's eyes sank, and the entire villa was instantly sprinkled with gold powder, and as soon as it touched the ghosts, terrifying black smoke ignited, quickly eroding them to nothingness.

Some of the unsuspecting Longqu was also stained, and with a wave of her hand, flowers bloomed immediately where it touched.

Jokin quickly chose sides: "Dad, let's get out of the house."

"Qiao Jin!" Long Qu shouted.

"He is my father." Qiao Jin looked at her squarely, "I believe in my relatives unconditionally."

Long Qu smiled grimly: "Really? It's God's blessing that you can grow up so big. He regards you as a talisman, not a son. If it wasn't for you to ward off disasters again and again, he wouldn't be able to live today."

"Even if the inferior compares with the inferior, he is better than you." Jokin nodded with his eyes bent.

"You son of a bitch." Qiao Shun murmured.

Long Qu flicked his sleeves fiercely, his eyes filled with hatred: "Come on, today I want the lives of their father and son, and I will send you across the road to hell!"

The originally empty villa was suddenly crowded with ghosts.

"Don't get excited..." Qiao Jin sullenly, a golden light slowly accumulated in his hands, "It's not going to be easy in the future."

"Qiao Jin, I want you to taste the feeling of wandering on the Yellow Spring Road for thousands of years without being able to take a step forward!" Long Qu's soft chin retracted, and raging black flames flickered in his raised eyes.

"I just learned something recently." Qiaojin moved his fingers easily, and he found the feeling of being full of power when he was a child, the kind of power that can burst out and be controlled at any time.

As soon as Long Qu raised his hand, Qiao Jin's eyes were instantly dazzled by the densely packed Bana flowers.

Qiao Jin heard a soft sigh in his ear: "Qiao Jin, you said that dragons are also golden, have you forgotten?"

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Thank you little angel, what the hell is mine × 10... I am confused ==, kiss, hug and hold high