Whew.
The wind is very strong.
Make the tightly closed windows bang loudly.
Rong Shang looked at the child and opened her mouth.
Before he could speak, he heard the servants outside say, "The master has gone blind."
"Really?"
"It's true, the master just called back and said so."
"Sigh, what a perfectly normal person he is. Do you think he might have gotten into trouble with something unclean?"
"I don't know. Aren't people outside saying that the master is secretly raising a ghost?"
...
"Sister, aren't you curious too?"
Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Liu Junqi jumped onto the table.
He squatted, she sat.
The little guy stared at her with his big, dark eyes.
Rong Shang raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do you know why?"
"Of course I know."
The little guy turned his face away, his eyes filled with anger, which Rong Shang noticed.
"That old geezer is so old, yet he still tries to raise a ghost child, saying it will make the Wan family prosperous and wealthy."
But he was vicious.
“Blood sacrifice,” Liu Junqi suddenly said. “All along, he has been a little ghost raised with blood.”
I don't know who gave him the idea.
They said that by doing this, every family could become rich.
Yes, it was good for Wanjia in the early stages.
They made a fortune in a year.
What happened next?
And Liu Junqi, how did he die?
"Weren't you taken in by the Wan family?" Rong Shang asked.
Liu Junqi's expression changed again when this matter was mentioned.
"Yes, I was taken in."
In the early days, the Wan family treated him very well.
But he later learned that he would be offered as a tribute to the little devil.
This idea was suggested to Master Wan by a fortune teller.
Because of insufficient blood supply, Master Wan began to suffer the backlash from the little ghosts. The fortune teller said to find a child born in an unlucky year, month, day, and hour to be sacrificed.
This can avert these disasters.
And so, he became a victim.
"He tricked me into going outside, and when I wasn't paying attention, he pushed me to the bottom of the well."
Despite being only a few years old, he spoke calmly and without any emotion as he recounted the entire process of his murder.
“Those little devils were controlled.” At this point, Liu Junqi suddenly laughed. “But he didn’t expect that I would come back to seek revenge.”
The wind brushed against my cheek.
Rong Shang saw a hint of malice in the child's eyes.
“He took away my home, so I’ll make him wish he were dead.”
The rumors circulating outside about being attacked by a demon are actually all his doing.
"hehe."
Liu Junqi sat down at the table and swung his legs.
Rong Shang glanced at him, and he looked back at her.
He's laughing.
But after hearing what he said, she began to feel bad.
Thinking that he had suffered such a cruel fate at such a young age, Rong Chang frowned, her gaze deep.
Liu Junqi still couldn't remember where he had seen her before.
He suddenly leaned closer, staring at her face, and asked, "Sister, have you ever met my grandma or my brother?"
Grandma died.
She became a ghost just like him.
If this older sister can see her, she must also be able to see her grandmother, right?
Rong Shang nodded, "I've met you."
The little one's eyes lit up, and he tilted his head to look at her, asking, "How are they now? Are they alright?"
"very good."
Rong Shang met his gaze and began to explain.
First of all, Grandma Liu has already gone back to be reincarnated.
He also mentioned that his older brother, Liu Junbao, is currently studying abroad.
The little guy is very smart.
She only said half of what she meant.
He had already guessed it: "You paid for it, didn't you? Otherwise, how could my brother go to study abroad?"
I was originally going to ask him how he found his brother.
But now I hear they are all well.
He was relieved.
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