I was watched by ghosts as soon as the live broadcast

Zhang Ziwen, whom I met yesterday, looked thin and weak, but she was quite strong. She forced Ruan Yang's hand down and stared at Zhang Yi without saying a word.

Zhang Yi tried his best to squeeze out an ugly smile: "Wenwen, why are you here?"

Zhang Ziwen raised one corner of her mouth, seeming to sneer: "How can I collect my mother's body if I don't come?" Zhang Ziwen, who was still dressed as a young lady, dissipated her rebellious body, leaving only her eyes staring at Zhang Yi with deep resentment.

Zhang Yi braced himself, faced his daughter's horrifying gaze, sweating constantly on his forehead, and reached out to hold Zhang Zihan's hand tremblingly, but Zhang Zihan avoided him: "Wenwen, listen to Dad, I can explain it."

"Shut up!" Zhang Ziwen yelled sharply, "When you and Xiaosan were having fun on the bed, do you still remember that you are my father! After being smashed by my mother on the spot, you are afraid that the scandal will be exposed and kill her!"

"No, no, I didn't kill her. We just had a dispute. She accidentally fell from the second floor, and I didn't kill her." Obviously, Zhang Ziwen's questioning aroused memories that Zhang Yi didn't want to think about. Fear, constantly shifting responsibility.

Ruan Yang didn't want to intervene in housework, so he pushed Zhang Yi's foot away: "Get out of the way, you stepped on your wife."

Zhang Yi hurriedly retreated and almost fell.Ruan Yang scraped through the dirt and found a section of the spine, and wiped away the dirt with his fingers, but he kept paying attention to the two's actions from the corner of his eye.The timing of Zhang Ziwen's appearance was too coincidental, and he had to be vigilant, especially since she prevented him from detecting the death spirit on Zhang Yi.

"Heh, if it wasn't for Xiaosan's bedside wind, you would spend a lot of money to build this building? Isn't it because you are afraid that my mother will turn into a ghost and get revenge? You have a guilty conscience!" A trace of repentance was found on his face.

"Wenwen, Dad hasn't had a good night's sleep in these years. I heard that building this building can not only resolve your mother's grievances, but also ensure the company's business is booming. I... I am doing this for everyone's benefit." Zhang Yi was depressed He bowed his head, he seemed much older after not seeing him for a day.

Zhang Ziwen burst into laughter suddenly, tears streaming down her face: "For everyone's benefit? It's just for your own selfish desires. When my mother broke through the adultery, she found out that her most trusted person, Jinwu Zangjiao, had been in the house for two years. A nearly one-year-old son. In a fit of anger, he asked his grandfather to withdraw all his investment and short the company's stock.

You were only worried about the stock price crash and didn't consider my mother's mood at all. You accidentally pushed her downstairs. Even though you were still alive, you didn't call an ambulance.You still have the nerve to stand in front of my mother's bones and tell wrong? "

Ruan Yang decided to stay away from the phoenix man. He backed up and looked at Zhang Ziwen: "How do you know this matter so clearly? If you know it, why did you wait until now to question him?"

"How did I know? Of course it was my mother's soul who told me after she escaped." Zhang Ziwen's smile was pale and weak, and the next sentence suddenly changed, with even more resentment, "But why do you help this thing that is not as good as a beast!"

Zhang Ziwen, who was in the shadow, opened her eyes wide, and there were thin red bloodshots in the corners of her eyes that spread to her pupils in an instant.The canthus of the eyes is about to split, like a circle of red halo, bursting out a frightening light.Ruan Yang's heart skipped a beat, his eyes were red and he looked fierce.

Ah Qiang drifted over to take a look, and hummed a song: "The eyes are staring like copper bells, shooting out lightning-like wit..." Before she could sing another sentence, Zhang Ziwen took out a knife, chopped off her little finger and threw it on the ground. In the ornamental fish tank next to it.Amidst Zhang Ziwen's cry of pain, Ruan Yang was stunned by the sudden cruelty.

The bloody severed finger sank slowly in the water, like a red goldfish diving towards the bottom of the fish tank, and disappeared instantly before reaching the bottom.Although it is an ornamental fish tank, there is no fish in it, only seaweed, sand and slightly turbid water.

Why did the little finger suddenly disappear?

Ruan Yang and A Qiang looked at each other, carefully staring at the fish tank through the glass, trying to find the fish.A big mouth full of densely packed sharp teeth suddenly rushed out of the muddy water, and hit Ruan Yang's face!

Ruan Yang's blood turned cold, and he took a big step back.The big mouth smashed the fish tank to pieces, rushed out along the water flow, and swelled into a human shape, with protruding eyes, cheeks bulging and shrinking rhythmically, and faint scales on the neck.

Zhang Ziwen couldn't hold back her bleeding fingers, and smiled coldly, leaning against the corner of the wall, quietly watching a battle of revenge.

"Xiao Nuanyang, what the hell?"

"Ghost catfish?" Old Shen rushed over, startled and angry, "What have you done, you've got blood!" He took out a mahogany sword from his ripped pocket, bit his finger, picked up a charm and stained it with blood, Wipe from the hilt to the tip of the sword.

"Heaven and earth spirits, Yin soldiers go first. Ghosts become spirits, and Daoming is eliminated. Be as urgent as a law, strike!" The mahogany sword picked up the magic talisman and stabbed the catfish spirit, and the talisman spontaneously ignited when it met water without fire.The ghost catfish opened its mouth full of fangs, bit off the tip of the sword in one bite, and swallowed it directly with the burning charm.

All things have spirits, and some have the opportunity to open up their minds and become souls through cultivation, but they are not at the level of ghosts, so they can only be counted as sins.Under Zhang Zihan's strong resentment, he fed the sin with his flesh and blood, catalyzing the soul of the evil, forming a blood demon.[-]% blood evil is more than offering blood.In other words, someone must be bleeding right now.

Ruan Yang thought of this, and the jade bell rang in front of his chest.The sound of the bell was harsh, and the ghost catfish seemed to be intimidated. It threw Lao Shen to the wall, covered his ears with his hands, and let out a sharp howl. Colliding with the sound of the bell, an invisible airflow was created, and Ruan Yang and the others were overturned. on the ground.

"There is such a delicious living soul." The ghost catfish's throat seemed to be swollen after being soaked in water for too long, and his speech was a little slurred.Walking on tiptoe among a pile of broken glass, the dead fish eyes locked firmly on Ruan Yang, revealing greedy desire.It looks like a plate of delicious food, but what is left between the densely packed teeth is water or saliva.

"Old Shen, you've been busy for most of the night, do you want some charcoal-grilled fish for supper?" Ruan Yang looked at Ying Shuhuai who was still leaning against the wall with his pockets in his pocket, confident.

Old Shen got up from the ground with skill that didn't match his age, and hammered his back: "Stinky boy, do you understand that catfish grow in mud and feed on carrion? I don't know how much resentment has accumulated in the catfish. How dare you eat it? My old man is short-lived and dare not eat."

"Tsk, what's the use of holding things that have no ornamental or edible value? Just put them out." The jade bell spun rapidly in Ruan Yang's palm, and the bell rang again, shaking the broken glass on the ground slightly.

Ghost Catfish heard the old and the young singing together, but was not angered: "It seems that the two of you are determined not to give me a way out?"

Ruan Yang didn't answer, the golden Sanskrit words swirled out, and shooting at the ghost catfish was his answer.

Ghost catfish smeared a thin layer of mucus from his arm, and quickly threw it at the golden Sanskrit text: "You can destroy me, please leave this soul to be buried with me."

The author has something to say: Ah Qiang: "Xiao Nuanyang's soul is so sweet, I want to eat it."

Ying Shuhuai glanced.

Ah Qiang counseled in seconds: "I will pack up the little Nuanyang tonight, please enjoy it slowly."

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