Moreover, Tang Bao had gone through the same thing before. When they went out to do missions, her senior brothers would all want to hug her, but her master would stop them.
The master said that being hugged makes one look weak, and Tangbao remembered that it's okay to be hugged as long as you're not facing a ghost, but you can't be hugged when you're facing a ghost unless the matter has already been resolved.
Tangbao shook her little feet and refused again in her childish voice, "No, no, Tangbao doesn't want to be hugged!"
"Sigh, alright! Whatever Tang Bao says goes!" Chu Yilin was very sad, but he still listened to Tang Bao and put her back on the chair.
Tangbao sat down and wiggled her little feet in the air, then looked at Grandpa Luo on the ground, shaking her head and saying, "The resentment is gone! I can talk normally now!"
Since he couldn't hug Tangbao, Chu Yilin set his sights on the Luo family.
Chu Yilin crossed his arms and stared sharply down at Grandpa Luo on the ground. "Yes! Tell me, why did you scare your wife and son!"
Grandpa Luo, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly turned pale and contorted with rage, glaring at the Luo mother and son. "They killed me! They killed me! I'll kill them too!"
As he spoke, resentment gradually welled up all over Grandpa Luo's body, as if he were about to become a vengeful ghost again.
The young monk Huiyuan stepped forward with his hands clasped together and recited the Avatamsaka Sutra to dispel the resentment emanating from Grandpa Luo.
Director Sheng and the others unconsciously showed expressions of shock, then turned to look at the Luo family mother and son.
"They killed you?"
"Didn't you say you got drunk, fell into the river, and drowned?"
Since they were going to perform a ritual at the Luo family's house, it was naturally to address the cause of Grandpa Luo's death. The villagers had all spoken about it, but they hadn't expected to hear another version now.
Grandpa Luo glared fiercely at his wife and son, "I was drunk, but they pushed me into the river and held me down with sticks so I wouldn't get ashore! That's how I died!"
"hiss……"
Director Sheng and the others couldn't help but gasp and turn to look at the Luo family mother and son.
Luo Huan asked the mother and son with great curiosity, "Did you really harm her?"
Chu Yilin crossed his arms. "Speak! What exactly happened? Why did you want to harm him? After all, one of them is your father, and the other is your husband!"
Although they didn't know what the ghost said, the fans learned from Director Sheng and the others that Grandpa Luo's death was related to his wife and son.
Having guessed that the vengeful ghost was killed by the Luo family mother and son, the fans in the live stream perked up, watching the scene with curiosity, their eyes fixed on the Luo family mother and son.
The mother and son tugged at each other, both wanting to speak up, but in the end, it was the son who spoke.
"Yes, I killed him!"
Unexpectedly, Luo Zhibang showed no regret whatsoever, and spoke in an extremely cold tone.
"See? They've all confessed! They killed me!" Grandpa Luo was incredibly excited and even more agitated, and angrily tried to rush towards his son.
However, before Grandpa Luo could pounce on Luo Zhibang, his ankle was grabbed by the young monk Huiyuan.
The young monk Huiyuan pulled hard, and Grandpa Luo fell to the ground again. He put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer, "Amitabha, benefactor, even if you were killed by your son, you cannot kill!"
Grandpa Luo was incredibly unwilling and roared angrily at the sky, "He killed me, so why can't I kill him! I'll kill him! Kill them all! Make them pay for their crimes in blood!"
Tangbao shook her little head and retorted in her childish voice, "No, it wasn't me!"
"What do you mean it isn't?"
Everyone turned to look at Tang Bao, who had suddenly spoken up in rebuttal. Was there going to be some kind of twist?
Tang Bao let out a soft sigh, her cute little face showing a regretful expression that didn't suit her age, and then looked at Aunt Luo and her son.
Tangbao is still young, so she can only tell that Grandpa Luo is not a good person, and that the karmic connection between them is very deep, so it should not be as simple as Grandpa Luo said.
"Grandma, Uncle, shouldn't you explain this to us too?"
Luo Zhibang stared coldly at Old Master Luo, "He deserves to die! I only regret why I didn't act sooner! I should have acted sooner!"
Upon hearing this, Director Sheng and the others couldn't help but frown, somewhat puzzled as to why a son would harbor such deep hatred for his father.
Given Tang Bao's attitude, and the fact that everyone remained silent, there might really be a twist!
"It's not my son's fault! It's not his fault!" Aunt Luo's tears fell, then she unbuttoned her long-sleeved floral shirt, revealing her arms covered in bruises. "Killing my husband was something he had no choice but to do!"
"hiss!"
Seeing the bruises on Aunt Luo's arm, there's no need to show them further; everyone can imagine that Aunt Luo has far more than just these bruises.
"Were all these injuries inflicted by him?"
So is this domestic violence?
Although Grandpa Luo was dead, Director Sheng and the others couldn't help but feel angry and furious when they saw the injuries on Grandma Luo's body, and they wanted to hit Grandpa Luo.
Tang Bao's chubby little face puffed up with anger, and she glared fiercely at Old Man Luo, "You hit me!"
Yes, although she did hit people, she only hit bad people, and they deserved it.
But this old man Luo even beat his own wife, he's a really bad guy!
Old Luo remained unconvinced, proudly declaring, "Why can't I hit someone? She's my wife, I can hit her whenever I want!"
Director Sheng and the others unconsciously revealed their anger, glaring angrily at the unrepentant old man Luo.
Now they finally understood why the mother and son killed each other; even they couldn't help but want to hit and kill.
"I'll let you hit me!"
Tang Bao climbed onto the chair, then jumped up and slapped Old Luo on the head, knocking Old Luo's soul flat on its face.
Then Tangbao started punching and kicking Old Man Luo again, shouting in her childish voice, "I'll let you hit me! I'll let you hit me!"
Everyone felt very satisfied watching Tang Bao beat up Old Man Luo's ghost, but it was a pity that the opponent was a ghost, so they couldn't go up and fight him.
However, only the young monk Huiyuan rushed forward and hugged Tangbao, trying to persuade her, "Uncle Tangbao! Uncle Tangbao! Don't be angry! Don't fight anymore! If you keep fighting, the ghost will dissipate!"
Tang Bao stopped hitting him after hearing what the little monk Huiyuan said, but she was still sulking and snorting in a childish voice.
"Don't be angry, Tangbao!"
Chu Yilin quickly stepped forward, hugged Tang Bao tightly, gently patted her soft chest, and soothed her softly.
Tang Bao pouted, her little face full of anger and grievance, "You're so mean!"
“Yes, he was the worst! That’s why he died, killed by his son and wife!” Chu Yilin nodded in agreement with Tang Bao.
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