Chapter 39 My son is haunted by a female ghost



The man collapsed on the ground, his crotch was wet, and his whole body was shaking like a sieve.

The woman's hair moved without wind, and her originally white clothes were gradually soaked with blood, turning into a glaring scarlet.

Full of resentment, a red-clothed evil ghost!

The female ghost suddenly raised her hand and waved the soup pot in the kitchen, which had no water in it.

Suddenly, the soup started to boil, and the boiling soup splashed to the man's feet.

"Don't you like pouring hot soup on people?" The ghost girl's voice sounded like it came from hell.

The man screamed and tried to escape, but found himself pinned to the ground by an invisible force.

The female ghost hooked her fingertips and splashed a spoonful of boiling noodle soup into his face.

"Ahhh! My eyes!" The man rolled on the ground with his face covered. His skin instantly became red, swollen and ulcerated, but he could not die.

Jiang Muyao watched coldly, her fingertips quietly pinching the seal to protect the man's heart.

"It hurts, but it won't kill you. That's what punishment is."

The ghost girl's figure suddenly split into more than a dozen phantoms, each holding a belt, a steel ruler, and a rolling pin, surrounding the man.

"You whip me thirty-seven times, and I'll whip you three hundred and seventy."

The red-clothed female ghost's sneer echoed in the house.

The sound of belts breaking through the air, the whipping of steel rulers, and the men's screams intertwined into one.

His clothes were torn to shreds, his skin was torn, but he couldn't even faint.

The female ghost's resentment made him feel it clearly, and every bit of pain was clear to his bones.

Jiang Muyao leaned against the door and said lightly:

"Don't worry, I used a life-extending charm on him, so he won't stop bleeding..."

The female ghost suddenly leaned close to the man's ear, bloodshot eyes flashing in her dark pupils:

"Do you think this is the end?"

She pointed her fingertips at the man's brow, and a stream of black energy penetrated into his seven orifices.

In an instant, the scene before the man's eyes distorted.

He became his wife, being grabbed by the hair and pressed into the soup pot by 'himself', with the boiling hot soup poured into his mouth and nose;

He became a puppet being whipped with a belt, watching 'himself' grinning hideously...

"No! Stop! I plead guilty! I plead guilty!" The man held his head and screamed, his face scratched with blood and flesh by his nails.

Jiang Muyao then raised her head and waved her hand, the golden light cutting off the black air:

"How about sparing his life and letting him spend the rest of his life in prison having this dream over and over again?"

The ghost girl's red clothes gradually faded into white, and blood beads flowed out:

"good."

When the door opened, Wang Youming saw the man huddled in the corner, muttering to himself with a strange smile on his face.

The crotch is full of shit and piss.

"Is he crazy?" Wang Youming frowned.

"I'm not crazy, I just can 'see' my wife from now on." Jiang Muyao wiped the cinnabar on his fingertips and said lightly,

"After all, there is always someone by his bedside, in the mirror, in his soup bowl...

--

Ma Wencai sat on the edge of the bed in the hotel, lit a cigarette, with a look of fatigue and complacency on his face.

Lin Xiaoxiao came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel with a charming smile on her face. She walked over to him and sat down, gently leaning on his shoulder.

"Wencai, you are awesome today."

Lin Xiaoxiao's voice was soft, with a hint of coquettishness.

Ma Wencai raised his eyebrows. Although he knew that his performance just now was not very good, he still enjoyed the feeling of being praised.

He put his arm around Lin Xiaoxiao's waist and said frivolously:

"Of course, I'm Ma Wencai."

Lin Xiaoxiao lowered her head, a hint of hesitation flashed across her face, and she bit her lip:

"Wencai, can you help me find a doctor? I'm pregnant."

Ma Wencai's hands suddenly froze, and the cigarette ash fell onto the bed sheet.

He turned his head, his eyes filled with disbelief: "What did you say? Pregnant?"

"mine?"

Lin Xiaoxiao nodded, her eyes slightly red:

"Yes, it's been two months. I want to get the shot myself, but I'm afraid my fiancé and Wanrou will find out."

Ma Wencai pinched Lin Xiaoxiao's waist lightly with his fingers and chuckled:

"Okay, I'll give you the clinic address tomorrow."

He grabbed his phone and flipped through the address book. The blue light of the screen reflected the cold light in his eyes.

"Director Zhang of Ren Ai Hospital, you can jump the queue if you tell me your name."

"Remember to take a taxi."

Lin Xiaoxiao's nails almost dug into her palms, but her voice became softer:

"Wencai, won't you go with me?"

"Are you kidding?" Ma Wencai pulled his hand back abruptly, and the cigarette ash fell on her bare shoulder.

"If that mad dog from the Zhou family finds out that you and I..."

Lin Xiaoxiao suddenly grabbed his wrist as he tried to pull away, tears hanging on her eyelashes, about to fall:

"Last Wednesday, you discussed the 'big project' with Mr. Li from Wansheng Group..."

She felt the pulse in her palm suddenly quicken.

"You said, if the Zhou family knew that the inspection report of that batch of building materials was fake..."

Ma Wencai grabbed her neck and pressed her against the bed, with most of the bath towel scattered.

"How dare you eavesdrop?"

"Ahem... monitoring... backup..." She forced a smile with a red face.

"The password is my birthday... you know..."

Ma Wencai's hand that was pinching Lin Xiaoxiao's neck suddenly lost its strength.

"fifty thousand"

"I'll put one more cent on your card tomorrow, and I'll die with you."

Lin Xiaoxiao rubbed her red neck and chuckled:

"Wencai, the cheapest sports car in your garage is worth over a million."

She stroked his chest with her fingertips, her voice as sweet as honey mixed with arsenic:

"Next Wednesday at 3pm, Ren Ai Hospital, I'll be waiting for you!"

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Now, every day there are thousands of fans squatting in Jiang Muyao’s live broadcast room, waiting for her to start broadcasting.

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