palm discarded beads

Even though Qin Mingzhu rejected the arrival of the weekend, the weekend still came.

He has been trying to leave for the past few days, but without success, he can only watch the old man and Mr. Ying come to the door.

Mr. Ying arrived before the old man. Compared with the last time he came, his condition this time is much worse.

"What would you like to drink?"

The complete opposite of Mr. Ying is Sheng Yingqi, who has been in a strange state of excitement since morning.This kind of excitement caused him not to speak, and when he was not facing people, the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

Mr. Ying was about to say no, when he suddenly saw Sheng Yingqi's expression.The expression on his face suddenly became worse, "Sheng Yingqi!"

"Huh?" Sheng Yingqi didn't respond much when he was called by his first name. Before Mr. Ying could answer, he said, "Would you like coffee? I remember you like coffee. I happen to have one at home that is okay. I'll brew it for you." .”

Mr. Ying's complexion is not only ugly, he is almost pale, "I don't like coffee, I can't sleep when I drink coffee, who do you remember me as?"

Sheng Yingqi paused for a moment, with a calm expression on his face, "Sorry, how about tea instead?"

"No need, I can't afford your tea." Mr. Ying turned his face away with a cold expression, and after about a few minutes, he spoke again in the silence, "Don't you think you are disgusting like this?"

Sheng Yingqi immediately suppressed his expression, his brows were gloomy.

Mr. Ying smiled self-deprecatingly, "I always thought you were different from other men. You are not the kind of person who is eager to go to bed after dating. You respect me. Now I know that you have never respected me at all. .

I'm also stupid, how can someone who doesn't even want to kiss my face like me.Every time you look at me, you are looking at your ex-wife through me, right?In that case, why did you divorce him?You love him so much, why did you come to harm me in the first place!What did i do wrong!What am I sorry for you? ! "

Sheng Yingqi became silent after being questioned all the time, and said for a while, "Forget that I am sorry for you. After this matter is over, I will pay you more."

When Mr. Ying wanted to say more, the doorbell rang, and it was Feng Tianshi's cousin who had arrived.

The old man was holding a restaurant takeaway bag in his hand, which contained a small mahogany sword, yellow talisman paper, and a vermilion pen.Compared with Feng Tianshi's posture that time, his appearance is more like going out for a walk, and when he meets an acquaintance's house nearby, he will come up and sit down.

And Qin Mingzhu had already made sure that the old man could see him, so the old man looked at him as soon as he entered the door.

No, he must escape!

Qin Mingzhu retreated to the corner, he couldn't get rid of the shackles of his mobile phone, if only he could touch his mobile phone, then he could leave here.

The psychic ritual begins.

The old man asked Mr. Ying to sit cross-legged, and he took out a small bottle from the bag, which contained a flowing liquid like rice washing water, but when he opened the bottle, it gave off an extremely pungent smell.For Qin Mingzhu, not only was it pungent, but his head began to dizzy.

But apart from him, the few living people present just wrinkled their noses slightly.

Sheng Yingqi stared at the old man's movements, and when the old man spilled liquid on Mr. Ying, he interjected, "Mr. Feng, can this method really allow me to see him again?"

Mr. Feng kept moving. He noticed that Mr. Ying's face was getting paler, and he pressed his shoulder with his wet hand, "Young student, don't be nervous." Then he answered Sheng Yingqi's question, "I can't guarantee , just to try."

Seeing that Sheng Yingqi was still about to say something, he said quietly: "I didn't want to help you with this matter. It's a matter of bad morality. I also told you that I can't guarantee it. If you don't want to continue, then stop now." It's too late, I think this young man is too nervous."

"Mr. Feng, don't be angry. I am talking too much, so I won't ask any more." Sheng Yingqi stepped back, and reminded the general counterpart, "I have already asked my assistant to contact your father's company."

The interrupted ritual continues.

Qin Mingzhu felt dizzy more and more dizzy, and even began to lose consciousness. He knew that this must be a problem with the psychic ritual.

He didn't want, not at all, to let Sheng Yingqi see him again.

The mood turned into real resentment, black mist filled the ground, Qin Mingzhu let out an uncontrollable roar from her throat, and rushed towards the old man.The old man seemed to hear the movement, and suddenly dodged to the side, and quickly lifted Mr. Ying on the ground with one hand.

Mr. Ying had his eyes closed, but when he was suddenly mentioned, he instinctively opened his eyes, and saw a blue and white grimace head-on, which made him scream out loud in fright.

But before shouting twice, he was suppressed by another voice.

"Pearl? Wife?"

It was Sheng Yingqi who made the sound, his pupils dilated and staring at Qin Mingzhu who appeared.It might only be a second, but in less than two seconds, he stretched out his hand to grab Qin Mingzhu, and a mahogany sword slammed his hand down.

"If you don't want to die, reach out and touch him!"

The old man stood sideways in front of Sheng Yingqi, his eyes scrutinized, "Young man, becoming a ghost is not a good choice."

Qin Mingzhu reacted later than everyone else, he looked down at himself.With blue and white hands, long nails, and a clear ghostly appearance, it turns out that he is already so scary now.

He was suddenly glad that the people he cared about passed away earlier than him, and he didn't need to see him in this state, which was not good-looking at all.

The next moment, he suddenly floated towards the door, but a yellow talisman directly blocked his way.As soon as he got close to the yellow talisman, his whole body felt as if he was being burned by fire. The pain made him cry instantly, and he couldn't move an inch.

"Sheng Yingqi!" Qin Mingzhu squeezed out these words from his throat. He looked back at the person next to his pillow in the past, and his eyes that were once as bright as jewels were filled with red tears. "Do you hate me that much?"

Sheng Yingqi had recovered from his gaffe just now, he pursed his lower lip vigorously, ignored Mr. Ying who was already fainted from fright, and did not answer Qin Mingzhu's words, but said to the old man: "Mr. You must have a way to stay by my side, right?"