Upon hearing this, Liu Sufeng's already pale face instantly turned purple. She looked around, terrified of seeing her dead husband.
"I...I don't believe you, you're talking nonsense."
Tang Yaoyao smiled lazily: "He's lying on your shoulders, grabbing your ears with both hands, looking at you fiercely, ready to take you to the Yellow Springs at any moment."
Upon hearing the rest, Liu Sufeng went completely mad: "Impossible, impossible."
Tang Yaoyao gently licked her lips, then her eyes widened: "Oh, he even wiped his snot with his thumb and wiped it on your clothes."
Upon hearing this, Liu Sufeng finally couldn't help but scream.
This time, she completely trusted Tang Yaoyao. She had always disliked Jiang Cheng the most because he always wiped his snot on his body.
She felt nauseous.
At this moment, the feeling of nausea disappeared, replaced by fear. My legs buckled, and I collapsed to my knees.
She shook her head frantically in terror: "Please, please let me go, please, I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong."
The atmosphere became somewhat gloomy and eerie, and everyone looked at Tang Yaoyao.
She sighed and shrugged, saying, "Mr. Jiang said he won't let you go unless you die."
"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was really wrong. I will never dare to hurt anyone again. I will burn more paper money at your grave so that you will have enough to eat and wear in the underworld. Please, please, remember our past relationship as husband and wife and let me go."
Tang Yaoyao scoffed, her eyes filled with indifference.
Liu Sufeng looked at her as if she had seen a lifeline: "Miss Tang, what did he say? Did he leave?"
Tang Yaoyao waved her hand towards the air above her head before saying, "Mr. Jiang said that during the wedding vows, he promised that he would never leave her, no matter how poor or rich he was. Don't worry, he won't leave."
"Waaaaah..."
Liu Sufeng trembled violently with fear and cried out in despair.
At that moment, the police arrived.
Fu Ziyi handed her over to the police and provided a basic sketch of a new suspect.
He's a middle-aged man with a refined air about him.
After everyone left, Su Mei felt a bit uneasy and whispered, "Brother Yao, is her husband really hanging on her?"
Everyone else in the room looked at her.
Tang Yaoyao shook her head: "No, but it's enough for her to think that her husband is attached to her."
Brilliant!
Qiao Yanzhi couldn't help but shake her head and chuckle. Imprisonment was merely a physical punishment, while the real punishment that struck at the soul was a punishment of the heart.
Liu Sufeng lives in constant fear of her husband becoming a ghost and clinging to her. It's likely that she will go insane soon in prison.
"It sounds really scary. Not to mention Liu Sufeng, who was already feeling guilty for doing something wrong, even I believed it."
After all, Brother Yao's fortune telling had predicted all the shameful things she had done.
Tang Yaoyao smiled and said, "It seems that I have achieved my desired effect."
Su Mei nodded repeatedly, "Mmm-hmm."
Only then did she look at Qiao Yanzhi, who seemed lost in thought, and her uneasy heart sank slightly.
"Mom, based on the words Liu Sufeng used, can you think of anyone like that around you?"
Even if we don't want to discuss this in this direction, we have to ask this question now.
Qiao Yanzhi looked up at her, a hint of melancholy in her foxy eyes: "There is someone who fits the description."
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