Chapter 130: Sect Competition (Ghosts of the Republic of China)
The middle-aged lady was named Zhang Qiaozhen. Her family was not a wealthy family in Beijing, but they did have some assets.
Her husband used to run a company, but unfortunately passed away in a plane crash while on a business trip.
Only she and her daughter were left. Her daughter was still young and she didn't understand business, so she sold the company directly.
That money is enough for the mother and daughter to live a wealthy life for the rest of their lives.
But now her daughter is gone.
And her daughter's body was also invaded by other things. Zhang Qiaozhen felt heartbroken when she thought about it.
When he brought Qing Yanrou and the others back to his villa, he had just walked to the door when he heard the singing of opera coming from inside the house.
Now that she was sure that it was not her daughter's soul, and suddenly heard this voice, Zhang Qiaozhen turned around with a pale face and looked at Qing Yanrou with panic and fear in her eyes.
Qing Yanrou patted her shoulder lightly, and her mind, which had been disturbed by the humming and humming voice of the opera, finally calmed down a little.
She took a deep breath, then punched in the code and opened the door.
The noise at the door startled the people inside. The Peking opera on TV did not stop, but the people singing along stopped.
The man in the costume turned and looked at the people who had entered.
The man was wearing a theatrical costume, with makeup on his face. His pair of almond-shaped eyes were painted with long and narrow eye makeup, and he was squinting at the person who came in.
Then he looked away and continued singing along with the character on TV, ignoring the person who came in.
Qing Yanrou patted Zhang Qiaozhen soothingly, then looked with interest at the person standing in the living room, who was singing not very standardly, imitating what was shown on TV.
"From the Republic of China?"
The singer stopped immediately, turned around and looked at her fiercely, and asked in a sharp voice:
"Who are you?"
"You're occupying someone else's body, and you don't allow their mother to hire a Taoist priest?"
As soon as she said this, the soul was so scared that it almost came out of Chen Yixin's body.
Chen Yixin took a few steps back in a somewhat disorderly manner, looking at the people who came in with a somewhat panicked look.
Only then did she realize that she had been too engrossed in the conversation and hadn't noticed the strong sense of oppression the person who came in gave her.
Especially the man behind the woman who claimed to be a Taoist priest, he gave her the strongest sense of oppression, making her feel a little breathless.
"I didn't force myself on her body. She gave it to me willingly!"
I'm really afraid that they will kill me without saying a word,'Chen Yixin' said quickly.
"You're talking nonsense! My daughter has lived a wonderful life, how could she be willing to give her body to a wandering ghost?"
After hearing her words, Zhang Qiaozhen became so angry that her chest heaved and she looked at her angrily.
"Then I have to ask you, my good mother, why your daughter gave up her life and willingly offered her body to a lonely ghost like me. I thought you knew it clearly."
"Chen Yixin" said as she lifted up her robe, revealing her thin and pale arms.
There were bruises all over it, as well as some scars of varying sizes.
"Hiss." Zhang Ling'er looked at the arm that was not intact at all and took a breath of cold air.
Then he looked at Zhang Qiaozhen angrily. He never expected that this man would abuse his only daughter?
When Zhang Qiaozhen saw the arm, her eyes slightly avoided, and then she stammered:
"That, that, that wasn't my intention. I just couldn't control myself. I apologized to Xinxin afterwards."
Although I knew from the beginning that this woman deserved to lose her daughter, and I also got a general idea when I calculated it, I still didn't know the specific reason.
Looking at the scene in front of her, Qing Yanrou's eyes darkened and her face turned cold.
If it weren't for the fact that this Republic of China ghost entered someone else's body and was against the will of heaven, she really wouldn't have cared.
"To use a phrase you use nowadays, if apologies are useful, what's the point of having the police?"
Chen Yixin's face was full of sarcasm. Zhang Qiaozhen's rebuttal reminded her of Chen Yixin who had already entered the underworld.
That night, I was swinging on the willow tree by the river as usual.
It was late at night and there were no pedestrians on the streets. Only the street lights were still on, and occasionally some vehicles passed by on the road.
At this time, a girl in school uniform walked over with dull eyes.
Seeing that she was about to fall into the river, she quickly pulled back her hair that was hanging on the tree.
He suddenly wrapped his arms around the girl's waist and pulled her back.
The girl was frightened by the scene and came to her senses. She looked around but didn't see herself.
After all, I am a ghost and she is a human. How can I let her see me easily?
Seeing that she was fine, she stretched out her hair again and hung herself upside down on the tree, looking at the sky boredly.
Tsk, no stars.
"Thank you."
Suddenly, a girl's gentle voice was heard in the silent night.
She wasn't scared by herself?
This was the ghost girl’s first thought.
But she ignored the girl and continued to use her hair as a swing and kept swinging.
"Actually, you shouldn't have saved me. I wanted to die anyway. Even if you saved me this time, I would have gone to another place to die later. I just feel a little sorry for your kindness."
Children aged sixteen or seventeen should be full of vigor, energy and love of life.
But the girl in front of him had a melancholy air about her, and she didn't look lively at all.
The female ghost was a little angry.
She was a person from the Republic of China. In that era, people were living in poverty, their country was broken, and wars were constant. She had to commit suicide to avoid humiliation.
If possible, she would like to enjoy a good life, listen to plays with friends, talk about poetry, and go for an outing when she has free time.
What wonderful days like that!
But in that era, there were no such living conditions.
Today, the country is strong and prosperous, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. The goal that their generation fought for has finally been achieved.
But this young man not only does not cherish it, he even wants to end his life in this way!
How could she not be angry!
The female ghost instantly retracted her hair that was hanging on the tree, and suddenly moved closer to the girl, transforming into a different form. She said angrily:
"The prosperity our ancestors sacrificed their lives for was meant for you to enjoy happily. Why did you give up your life so easily? Do you know how many people in that era wanted to live but couldn't?"
Her emotional fluctuations caused the negative energy in her body to surge, and she had a tendency to turn into a ghost.
The girl only felt a cold wind blowing in front of her, and then she saw the female ghost.
She was a pretty young lady, but she seemed very angry at the moment, causing blood to start seeping from her face.
Her heart skipped a beat and she felt a brief moment of fear.
"But I really can't live anymore!"
The girl's voice sounded desperate and helpless, her face was filled with sorrow, but her eyes were too dry to cry.
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