Ren Qiao subconsciously looked at Jin Banwei, and the little girl looked over as well. Jin Banwei frowned slightly: "I can't help you kill someone, but I can help you find evidence that he killed you and send him to jail."
"But he's already in jail! My best friend sent him there a long time ago. I don't need you at all if he's in jail!" Chengying yelled at Jin Banwei. She couldn't control her anger at all. Her pain could not be alleviated by his imprisonment. She wanted his life.
Chengying couldn't control her anger. The corners of her clothes began to turn red. She approached Jin Banwei. Ren Qiao quietly blocked Jin Banwei and said, "It's not Xiao Jin who killed you."
She knew, she knew everything! But if I couldn't help her, why bother asking her!
Chengying's anger was suppressed by Ren Qiao. She didn't dare to yell at Jin Banwei anymore, but her eyes never left Jin Banwei. She began to hate this woman who could only hide behind ghosts.
Jin Banwei didn't expect Chengying's anger to be transferred to her. If it weren't for Ren Qiao, she would have been torn to pieces by Chengying. She smiled bitterly and shook her head, gently pinching the face of the girl in Ren Qiao's arms: "Little sister, do you have any wishes?"
Compared to the female ghost, Jin Banwei felt that the child ghost in her palm was easier to get along with.
The little girl looked at Chengying uneasily: "Sister Jin, can you really not help my elder sister? My elder sister is so pitiful."
Jin Banwei also felt that the person who deceived Chengying was despicable, but she was different from them. She was a human being and had to abide by the law.
She was powerless to stop Chengying's desire for revenge.
Also, although Chengying's story was tragic and complete, and even had an ending, Jin Banwei vaguely felt that something was wrong, although she couldn't tell what was wrong for the time being.
Seeing that Jin Banwei was unmoved, the little girl turned her head away with some disappointment. They all understood that the powerful Ren Qiao was listening to this person.
Ren Qiao hugged her and gently touched her small nose: "Don't you have any wishes?"
Because she was young and her soul was not full of hostility, Ren Qiao treated her very well and Jin Banwei looked at her with no malice.
The little girl clasped her hands nervously and finally expressed her wish: "Sister Jin, can I see my mother? I haven't seen my mother for a long, long time."
When she heard the word "mom", Jin Banwei's pupils suddenly contracted and nightmare-like memories came flooding back.
Her body trembled slightly with fear.
Ren Qiao saw this, so she changed her mind and held the little girl with one hand. She stretched out her free hand towards Jin Banwei: "Xiao Jin, what's wrong with you?"
Before her hand touched Jin Banwei, Jin Banwei's breathing suddenly stopped, and she retreated backwards in panic. She retreated too fast and hit the edge of the bed without feeling anything, and fell on it.
Jin Banwei's breath stopped when she saw the dried blood on the bed.
She looked even more frightened than when facing Chengying's true self. She whispered, "Mom."
Jin Banwei was like a dying fish, having lost all will to live. She lay motionless on the bed, and only her trembling body and breathing proved that she was still alive.
Ren Qiao had put the little girl down and walked to Jin Banwei. She floated on Jin Banwei. She did not touch Jin Banwei again, but she was still very worried about Jin Banwei: "Xiao Jin, are you okay?"
The gentle voice seemed to heal all the pain. Jin Banwei finally came back to her senses. Looking at Ren Qiao floating on her, she was miraculously not afraid. She smiled and said, "Sister Ghost, I'm fine."
Seeing that she had recovered, Ren Qiao floated to the bedside, stood by it, and reached out to pull Jin Banwei up.
When Jin Banwei looked at the little girl again, her eyes became even redder: "Sister, can't I see mom?"
She thought Jin Banwei was rejecting her in disguise, and loss swept through her young heart.
Jin Banwei walked forward, squatted down, and touched her head lovingly: "Of course you can see mom, but you have to tell your sister where home is?"
Although she could not empathize with the little girl's longing for her mother, she could still feel sympathy for the child who died young.
Almost immediately after she agreed to the girl's request, the system prompt sounded.
[Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining two points of good karma. ]
The world of children is indeed simpler. Before she even fulfilled the little girl's wish, the little girl had already given her two points of good karma in return.
Jin Banwei's heart softened a little.
Jin Banwei secretly decided that even if she didn't remember where her home was, she would help her find her mother.
After Jin Banwei agreed, Jiang Chuchu smiled and said, "Yes, Chuchu remembers it. Chuchu's home is on Chongxiang Road. The first building north of Chongxiang Road is Chuchu's home. Chuchu's mother is Jiang Liyu."
It's easy to find if you have the address.
Not counting the evil ghost that was dispersed by Ren Qiao, there are only six ghosts left in the room. Among them, only Chengying has too much resentment and has the possibility of turning into an evil ghost. The others stay in the human world because they have some regrets in their hearts, and they have been trapped in nightmares these days and have lost too much negative energy. Their wishes are not complicated, and most of them just want to see their families.
After discussing with Ren Qiao, Jin Banwei decided to give priority to the child and take Jiang Chuchu to find her mother first.
Ren Qiao sucked all six ghosts into a black umbrella he found at home, and used the power of the Ghost King on the black umbrella. As long as they hid in the umbrella, they would not be burned by the sunlight.
But she was in trouble again. She had a physical body and could walk in the sun. If possible, she did not want to be contained in the black umbrella, but her wedding dress was really eye-catching.
Even though she has a physical body, she is still a ghost.
The clothes that ghosts can wear are different from those of humans, and Ren Qiao has no other clothes to wear.
While she was having trouble, Jin Banwei had already found a brand new dress and handed it to Ren Qiao: "Sister Ghost, do you like this dress? I'll burn it for you."
Seeing that Ren Qiao had been staring at the black umbrella, Jin Banwei guessed most of her thoughts. However, Ren Qiao was not the same as other ghosts. She lowered her eyebrows and looked at the crescent-shaped white dress, shaking her head gently: "I can't receive it."
Jin Banwei was somewhat knowledgeable and knew that clothes for ghosts could be obtained through burning, but that was done by the living to the dead, with offerings from the grave, and also with birth date and name. Ren Qiao didn't have a grave, and didn't even know her birth date, so Jin Banwei had no way of burning clothes for her.
However, after this episode, Ren Qiao no longer resisted entering the black umbrella. She floated up and dived into the black umbrella.
Jin Banwei held the long skirt and looked at the black umbrella. A moment of disappointment appeared in her eyes. She was still looking forward to seeing Ren Qiao wearing the white skirt, which seemed to suit him very well.
The crescent white color is very gentle and it should look good on Ren Qiao.
Jin Banwei's fantasy stopped when Jiang Chuchu's voice was heard from the black umbrella.
"Sister Jin, are we going to find mom now?"
Jin Banwei hung up her long skirt and picked up the black umbrella: "Well, sister will take you to find mom."
She was about to go out with the black umbrella, but Ren Qiao suddenly floated out from the black umbrella. Jin Banwei thought that she didn't like the narrow and dark inside the black umbrella. She thought for a moment and said, "Sister Gui, do you not like staying in the black umbrella? Then I'll hold the umbrella and you can walk with me under it, so you won't get burned, right?"
Ren Qiao was grateful for Jin Banwei's kindness, but she didn't come out for this. She raised her jade-white finger and tapped Jin Banwei's shoulder: "Xiao Jin, change your clothes."
"Ah!" Jin Banwei looked down and finally discovered that she was still wearing pajamas, which even had blood stains on them.
She no longer hesitated, and Jin Banwei handed the black umbrella to Ren Qiao, and rummaged through the closet for clothes she could wear. She had discovered this when she was looking for clothes for Ren Qiao just now. The original owner was obsessed with skirts, and the closet was almost full of skirts, but Jin Banwei didn't like to wear skirts very much. She searched for a long time and finally found the tight sweatshirt and trousers folded in the corner. They looked like they were bought by the original owner but rarely worn.
Jin Banwei entered the bathroom with her clothes in her arms. She poked half of her head out of the bathroom and said, "Sister Gui, wait for me for a while. I'll take a shower."
Jin Banwei herself didn't like waiting for people. She wasn't impatient, but she wasn't slow either. She was afraid that Ren Qiao would get bored waiting, so she put her clothes away and came out of the bathroom. She dragged Ren Qiao to sit on the sofa, turned on the TV in the living room, and handed the remote control to Ren Qiao: "Sister Gui, watch TV for a while."
Ren Qiao has been wandering in the world for a hundred years, but in order not to scare humans, she seldom appears in prosperous areas, and the number of times she has entered private homes is even fewer. She knows nothing about these electronic devices. She holds the remote control, biting her lips gently, looking at the machine that keeps flashing colorful pictures, not knowing what to do.
"I don't……"
Ren Qiao wanted to say that she didn't need it. She had long been accustomed to endless solitude and depression over the past hundred years. It was not a big deal to just wait for her for a while. But Jin Banwei had already walked quickly into the bathroom. When she noticed the blood stains on her pajamas, she was eager to wash them.
Ren Qiao held the remote control and the screen was moving.
A gorgeous rose was placed in the vase, and a pair of slender white hands were pinching the rose petals. The white hands fell among the bright red, which was quite beautiful.
The owner of the hand was a young girl. She quickly took the rose out of the vase, and rushed from the bedroom to the living room holding the flower branch. An older woman with long hair was sitting in the living room. She was sitting on the sofa reading a book. Her facial features were delicate and beautiful, revealing an intellectual beauty.
The girl was enthusiastic. She walked out of the room, scraped her hair with her fingers and came to her lips. She rolled the rose with her fingertips and got a little red juice on them. The red juice fell on the woman's lips. The girl giggled and said, "It's pure natural lipstick. It's not poisonous."
The woman patted the back of her hand gently, and she smiled even more playfully. She sat directly on the woman's lap and leaned over to kiss the woman's lips.
Lips and teeth touch each other.
The woman pushed the girl away, snatched the rose from her hand, and pretended to hit her, but someone snatched the rose away and pushed her down on the sofa: "Sister, you are still shy, you are my wife."
The loose clothes were pulled open, revealing the red roses and fair skin, which looked particularly beautiful.
…
"No, I can't."
Ren Qiao had already avoided his gaze. She lowered her head and her voice was barely audible.
Only then did she realize how being a wife should be. She clenched her palms in confusion and patted the black umbrella. She wanted to call out to the ghost in the umbrella to turn off the ambiguous and charming scene for her, but the sound of flowing water passed by her ears. Ren Qiao turned her eyes suddenly and she realized that the layout of this house was not quite reasonable. The bathroom was located in the corner of the living room and she could see it clearly while sitting on the sofa. The strangest thing was that the bathroom door was made of frosted glass. She had always had a good vision, and although she couldn't see everything clearly, she could still see the graceful curves.
Ghosts have no temperature and don’t blush, but Ren Qiao was indeed panicking.
How could she dare to call out the ghost in the black umbrella? She gently trembled her fingertips and landed on the black umbrella. Red light ran out from her fingertips: "Spirit ghost, seal it."
This way, even if the ghost in the umbrella wanted to see the scenery outside, it couldn't see it clearly. She just breathed a sigh of relief when the soft moaning sound in her ears became louder, and the source of the sound was the TV screen that was still playing...
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