at the same time.
Yan Jiu coaxed the custard bun: "You did a great job. Now hide your phone behind your back and take two steps back."
The custard bun subconsciously followed suit.
Then.
The bedroom door was flung open in a fit of rage.
Wearing a spaghetti strap nightgown and with messy hair, Taro Ball walked out and immediately looked in the direction of the custard bun.
Do not give children a chance to hide.
She raised her hand and slapped the child.
Holy crap! Domestic violence is illegal, isn't it?
[My temper is flaring up!]
[This is taro ball?! She's like this in private?! Custard buns, run!]
The saying "Spare the rod and spoil the child" is ridiculous; which child hasn't been beaten from childhood to adulthood? The general reaction is excessive.
Stop talking nonsense. It's your misfortune that you didn't have a perfect childhood, but you can't publicize that misfortune and let other families follow suit, thinking that hitting children is the norm!
[Saying that it's normal for people to hit their children is problematic. It shows that you only see your child as an appendage, not as an equal. You only dare to hit your own child.]
Yan Jiu saw that Yu Yuan was about to raise her hand again.
She cast a spell to freeze him.
The taro balls paused briefly.
Yan Jiu: "Let's find a place to hide."
The custard bun was sobbing.
He didn't bother to pick up his phone from the floor and instinctively ran towards the cabinet on his side.
Clearly, they've gotten used to being beaten and to hiding from others.
Netizens naturally saw Naihuangbao running away, and they no longer cared whether the child was present or not, hurling all sorts of swear words at Yuyuan.
The phone is playing music through its external speaker.
Taro Balls naturally heard Yan Jiu's voice as well.
Her pupils dilated.
He didn't care why he couldn't move.
She looked incredulously at the phone on the ground, which was constantly displaying comments sanctioning her.
Taro Ball instantly woke up.
She reacted extremely quickly.
A thought suddenly occurred to me.
He hurriedly explained that he had a nightmare and was still half asleep, which is why he accidentally made the custard bun.
You can only fool a custard bun with that kind of talk.
Wait for the legal summons!
[I bet you won't live to see that day. Master Jiu has taken notice of you. You're finished. Go to hell and repent!]
The taro was round and full of dew.
Who is Master Jiu?
What do you mean she's going to die?
She still had so much money left to spend, and she didn't have any acute illnesses, how could she possibly die?!
Before the taro balls fell to the ground.
These words kept echoing in her mind.
But she never understood it until her death.
Seeing the person lying on the ground, Yan Jiu dialed the police: "Hello, there is a dead person in Room 803, XXXX Community, XX Avenue, XC District, C City. Who am I? I am the ordinary director of the Slow Walk Funeral Home."
[Has Master Jiu's business even reached the government level?]
[This is utterly unremarkable!]
[Are the taro balls really crunchy?!]
[Uh, how did the streamer know Taro Ball's address?]
[Are you stupid? Master Jiu even knows when someone died, how could a simple address stump him?]
Yan Jiu didn't read the comments.
She did this before calling the police.
They then shut down the live chat and the live stream room.
I drifted lightly out the window.
Some guests couldn't wait and came to their deaths.
She certainly couldn't let people turn her away.
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A giant python with gleaming scales climbed a corner of the pavilion, its vertical pupils filled with murderous intent.
"You have to give me at least half of her!"
The air around the giant python distorted for a moment.
A red-clad ghost with a sharp and eerie voice appeared in the air. The moment it appeared, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and it was clear that it was burdened with countless karmic obstacles.
Accompanied by the terrifying words of the red-clad ghost, this scene resembles a scene from a horror comic.
The giant python slowly nodded its head.
It didn't care about the dismemberment of Yan Jiu's body.
I just want to get rid of the torment of the brand marks as soon as possible.
The thought of being targeted because of my contempt and suffering the torment of being monitored day and night is unbearable.
It wanted nothing more than to tear the perpetrator to pieces.
Its companions, however, did not think so much about it.
One demon and one ghost split into two groups.
The red-clad spirit quietly departed.
We entered the attic.
He stared longingly in Yan Jiu's direction.
She was tall and slender, with fair and firm skin, and at first glance looked like a tiny porcelain doll that would break at the slightest touch.
He ate countless ceramic figurines like these while he was in an abandoned hospital on the outskirts of the city; they were a delicious food.
Without realizing it.
The red-clad spirit secreted some sticky fluid from the corners of its mouth.
"You're drooling all over the floor, want us to wipe it off?"
"Okay...you can see me!?"
The red-clad spirit responded subconsciously.
He looked up as if startled awake.
He saw Yan Jiu tilting her head and smiling at him.
Yan Jiu smiled and said, "Sure, I can even see clearly how many moles are on your face."
The red-clad spirit also noticed Yan Jiu's difference.
It turns out he was a Taoist monk.
That would definitely taste even better.
The red-clad spirit smiled wickedly: "I am red-clad."
Yan Jiu laughed.
The corners of her mouth were curved in a way that symbolized a smile.
However, she possessed a sinister air that was inappropriate for her age, making her smile seem like poisoned wine laced with honey.
The red-clothed eerie spirit felt a soul-deep fear; it was his intuition urging him to leave immediately.
He cursed the giant python for its "inaccurate intelligence."
Just as he was about to slip away.
Yan Jiu suppressed her smile and blocked the doorway: "It's too late to think about running away now."
A terrifying aura quickly spread throughout the room, effectively severing the connection between the attic and the outside world.
The sound of the door slowly closing was like a chain tightening around the heart of the red-clad ghost.
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