"Do you know where you went wrong?"

Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed with a strong desire to survive, and she nodded hurriedly:

"I was wrong! I was wrong! I shouldn't have raised a little ghost, I shouldn't have hurt people..."

"Wrong?" Jiang Muyao suddenly grabbed Lin Xiaoxiao's throat and lifted her off the ground.

"Are you worthy of saying these two words?"

Lin Xiaoxiao's legs kicked wildly in the air, and her rotten face turned purple due to suffocation.

Jiang Muyao snorted coldly, and seeing that she was about to collapse...she threw her to the ground.

“Your mistake was using kinship to control your children, treating them as tools to satisfy your selfish desires.

Your mistake was that you wiped out their chances of life time and time again, causing them to fall into endless pain and darkness before they could even feel the beauty of the world.

Your mistake was using them to harm innocent people and to achieve your own interests at all costs."

"And your biggest mistake is that you shouldn't have survived at all!"

"Since you know you're wrong, you should be punished, right?"

Jiang Muyao exuded a fierce aura, and there was no mercy for her in her eyes.

After Jiang Muyao finished speaking, she turned and walked out of Lin Xiaoxiao's apartment.

The little ghost poked his head out of the jade pendant and asked cautiously in a low voice:

"Fairy sister, are we going to just ignore it? My brother..."

She gently touched the little ghost's head:

"Some debts must be paid personally!"

The ghost babies surrounded her again, and this time they were holding things that Lin Xiaoxiao had used before.

A long, thin needle, an eyebrow razor, a perfume bottle...

"Mom..." One of the ghost babies raised the perfume.

"You love to use this to spray your brother..."

One of them gestured with an eyebrow trimmer:

"Mom... don't you think we are too ugly? Now my face is ugly too..."

As the sirens blared through the streets, only a mad woman was left in the apartment, crying and laughing at the air:

"I have children...lots and lots of children..."

As the police tried to approach her, she suddenly crawled to the edge of the apartment balcony.

The cold night wind ruffled her long hair, her face was rotten and covered with knife scars, and under her feet was a 22-story building...

She felt someone pushing her from behind...

"No...don't..." She shook her head desperately, moving forward and down uncontrollably.

At the moment of falling, she saw those purple ghost babies again.

They laughed innocently and sang in unison:

"Mommy, be good...Mommy is coming..."

"And we will never be separated..."

"Mom, fly, fly..."

"And we will never be separated..."

"Bang!"

The blood spread on the ground like a gorgeous flower...

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I'm not greedy... If this continues... I'm going to go herd cattle!)