The full-level village is beautiful and fierce

Lu Yang looked at Zhang Zhihao in surprise, "So, you are also a loyal fan of Liu Hanyue."

Zhang Zhihao was annoyed: "What kind of fan is not a fan, don't talk about it to me, hurry up and follow me back."

After all, he wanted to push the housekeeper away and reach out to grab Lu Yang.

"You are presumptuous." The butler's voice carried an air that could not be refused.

Zhang Zhihao was startled, then became even angrier: "You old man, do you know who I am?"

The butler's face was cold and his eyes were cold: "Then do you know who I am?"

"Don't pay attention to him." Lu Yang snapped his fingers, and his eyes fell on Zhang Zhihao's shoulder.

Seeing the ten-year-old girl in red gradually gaining sanity, and the hatred in the blood-colored eyes getting stronger and stronger, he sighed, but said in a cold voice, "There is a wrong, and a debt. Zhang Zhihao, You should pay your debts."

The strong cold air permeated the bone marrow from the shoulders, and then spread fiercely towards the heart, Zhang Zhihao couldn't help shivering.

Then he felt a weight on his shoulders, and a disgusting muddy smell rushed into his nose as if seizing an opportunity.

"Bai Ling...you are a human or a ghost...don't come here!"

The smell of mud mixed with blood was so familiar that Zhang Zhihao instantly thought of the illegitimate daughter Bai Ling held by Tan Hong in his palm five years ago.

Because of jealousy, he deliberately found an opportunity to throw the girl in front of a group of dandies, allowing her to be humiliated, and finally threw her torn up body like a rag doll into the smelly river.

Several years have passed, and he still remembers that Bai Ling, who was covered in bruises, stared at him with widened pupils, vowing to keep him firmly in his heart and never let him go even if she became a ghost.

"Lu Yang, what are you pretending to be, what the hell are you doing? Bai Ling is already dead, and there is no way she can crawl out of that river."

Zhang Zhihao recalled the past but did not want to believe that Bai Ling came back to seek revenge on him, insisting that Lu Yang pretended to be a ghost to kill him.

He frantically rushed towards Lu Yang, and when he was still a foot away, Bai Ling who was lying on his shoulder felt the anger rushing straight to his brain, and the whole ghost was burned by the raging flames.

"Zhang... Zhi... Mao..."

Bai Ling roared, her resentment-wrapped long hair rushed towards Zhang Zhihao fiercely like a brush, pinching him into a hedgehog in the blink of an eye.

Tick, tick, the sound of water droplets falling on the ground, Zhang Zhihao, who was in severe pain, screamed, and stretched out his hand to Lu Yang as if asking for help.

But after a while, the long black hair squirmed on his body, leaving layers of hideous faces on his skin like ants.

"It's too ugly." Lu Yang suddenly said in disgust.

His face turned pale from fright, and the butler, who was sweating on his forehead, stretched out his hand to press his beating heart, and said earnestly: "Mr. Lu, this is a society ruled by law, and killing people is against the law. We must be good citizens who abide by the law. ah!"

Lu Yang said casually: "He was found by the sins he made, what's none of my business? Besides, he owed a life, and now it's time to repay the debt. Even if the creditor wants to charge some interest, that's very reasonable. I think even if the so-called special departments know about it, they would agree with the creditors collecting debts in this way."

The butler said with a sullen face, "The fifth master said that the current celestial masters pay attention to the different ways of humans and ghosts, and pay attention to the non-human race, so their hearts must be different."

Lu Yang replied noncommittally: "Ghosts were not human before they were alive, and they will become ghosts after death. Isn't this the same kind? How can there be anything other than my race!"