You Are My Gravity

Zhou Ping really can't understand Zhong Wenqing, is she crazy?

Contaminated with such evil things, is it really not afraid of being backlashed, not afraid of ruin and death?

Others, if they accidentally run into a little bit, the whole family will die forever. She raises three little ghosts and makes cosmetics with corpse oil. Isn't she afraid of death?

Even if the dead thing is used on a living person, even if it has a miraculous effect in a short time, after a long time, it will definitely happen.

People and ghosts have different paths, and life and death are different. There is an unbridgeable gap between the living and the dead. To cross that gap is to commit a great taboo.

It can be assured that even if she did not happen to be here this time, and did not encounter this, even if Zhong Wenqing passed this time safely, she would capsize her breakfast.

Shortcut, not so easy!

Qin Zheng felt sick, and the longer he was here, the more uncomfortable he felt. Especially these cosmetics, when they first smelled it, they still felt scented, but after a while, he could smell the rot in the fragrance more and more clearly. Smelly.

When he thought of Zhong Wenqing applying these things on his face every day, he felt that the goose bumps all over his body had risen, as if countless bugs were crawling on the skin and he was disgusting.

Qin Zheng couldn't help holding Zhou Ping's arm: "That...woman, it's terrible... how dare she..."

He is also a big man, and he feels creepy when he hears this stuff. She is a woman, how dare she be in the same room with these evil things day and night.

Xu Mu said indifferently: "There is nothing you dare not dare to, money, fame and fortune will make a person crazy, the entertainment circle is a massacre, everyone delusional to climb to the highest position... You know, Zhong Wenqing's annual income in recent years, How many are they?"

Qin Zheng: "How much?"

Xu Mu said: "I probably remember that among the top ten artists by income in the past few years, Zhong Wenqing was in the top five every year...Last year it was probably a little bit less, but there were also 170 million..."

Qin Zheng gasped, Nima, 170 million, this money really drives people crazy, it's only a year.

Zhou Ping said: "It has an effect on countless fans, and it will always attract the attention of people when going out. The money earned every minute is something that an ordinary family can't make for a lifetime. Such a temptation... makes a person crazy..."

"but……"

Zhou Ping paused, and then turned to look at the black mist jar at the top of the pile and said, "If her money is exchanged for these evil things, the price she will pay in the future will far exceed These ones……"

Zhou Ping feels that there is a sentence in Zweig's "Queen of the Decapitated Head" that is very suitable for Zhong Wenqing: The gift given by fate has already been secretly marked!

Qin Zheng held Zhou Ping's arm tightly, and he thought it was too scary.

He and Xu Mu couldn't see the yin, resentment, and evil spirits in this room, which were stronger than those in the morgue...

Qin Zheng whispered, "Mom, is there anything else to see here, if not... let's go first..."

Zhou Ping nodded: "Okay... I'll go back and talk..."

She twisted the lipstick back and put it back in place, trying to make it impossible to see that she had been passive.

She came today to investigate the situation first, and she didn't have all the equipment. Now that she has found out, she naturally has to go back first, and after discussing with the director and them, she will come back to clean up.