Even at this time, the middle-aged male ghost was still stubborn with me. It was simply like a toast and a punishment.
This makes me feel very unhappy.
I raised the corner of my mouth slightly and said in a neutral voice: "Evil ghost, let me tell you, actually, Jiang Jiuzhen and I have nothing to do with each other... and Jiang Jiuzhen is indeed dead! But I still want to know something about Jiang Jiuzhen."
"If you don't tell me, it will be very difficult for me!"
"I won't lie to you. I actually have a soul-searching method. If you don't tell me, I can only use this method on you. But the pain caused by this method is very difficult to endure. If I use it on you, I'm afraid it will be more painful than being reduced to ashes."
"What do you think? Think about it carefully. I just want to know about Jiang Jiuzhen!"
The middle-aged male ghost may also know the power of the soul-searching method.
His soul was trembling slightly, and his eyes were filled with fear and solemnity.
After a moment, the middle-aged male ghost nodded and said, "Okay, I'll tell you. I'm willing to tell you about Jiang Jiuzhen. But I have a request!"
Now that it's in my hands, you're still bargaining with me. You're really an ungrateful ghost.
I squinted my eyes and subconsciously reached for the peach wood sword with my right hand.
Seeing my hand reaching for the peach wood sword, the middle-aged male ghost hurriedly said, "Don't kill me yet. I know you won't let me go, after all, I have too much resentment. I am also willing to tell you about Jiang Jiuzhen. But, I need to confirm one thing with you."
I curled my lips and said in a cold voice: "What's the matter? Tell me first?"
The middle-aged male ghost nodded and said seriously: "Little brother, I want to know if Jiang Jiuzhen is really dead? How did he die? Did he die of old age, or was he killed by someone?"
It turns out it was this matter again.
He is so long-winded!
I didn't hide anything and told the middle-aged male ghost everything about Jiang Jiuzhen's death.
But how did Jiang Jiuzhen die? Did he die of old age or was he murdered? I really don't know.
It seems that I can only wait until I come back from the underworld and ask my landlord Sun Yaowen about these things.
After hearing my explanation, the middle-aged male ghost's gaze became silent.
He kept muttering, "I thought I could kill him myself, but he really died. I am sorry for my wife, I am sorry for her..."
I didn't sympathize with the middle-aged male ghost because his so-called wife was actually a ghost.
And later I found out that Jiang Jiuzhen killed the ghost of Duan Zhiyuan's wife because his wife was a vampire who sucked the blood of nearly a dozen people.
Even if I encountered that kind of ghost, I would kill it.
"Okay, I've almost told you everything you wanted to know! Now tell me everything you know about Jiang Jiuzhen!"
The middle-aged male ghost was very trustworthy this time.
As if relieved of a heavy burden, he let out a long sigh and slowly told me everything about him, his wife, and Jiang Jiuzhen.
But what made me unhappy was that most of the things he talked about were the disputes between him and Jiang Jiuzhen. There was nothing about the bloody handprint, or even any gossip about Jiang Jiuzhen.
"Okay! Stop talking. Those things you said are not what I want to know!"
Feeling annoyed, I interrupted the male ghost.
"Let me ask you, how did you know Jiang
Jiu Zhen lives here?"
The reason I asked this question was to see if I could find out something about Jiang Jiuzhen through other channels.
After all, although Jiang Jiuzhen is dead, perhaps only Jiang Jiuzhen knows what is going on regarding the bloody handprint.
The middle-aged male ghost said: "I learned this from a little ghost. That ghost said that Jiang Jiuzhen helped him in the past!"
I nodded and continued to ask, "Then do you know where the little devil is now?"
The middle-aged male ghost said with a bitter face: "I have killed that little ghost. After I asked him about the matter, I killed him."
Damn it, are they just going to kill him like that? Doesn't that mean the clues are broken again
This evil ghost is really bloodthirsty.
Squinting my eyes, I looked at the middle-aged male ghost and said, "I don't want to explain anything to you. You have become an evil ghost, and you are tainted with a lot of resentment. This means that you have harmed many people. Even if I save your soul, you will go to the eighteenth level of hell in the underworld. So..."
At this point, my voice turned cold, and I said, "So, I will enforce justice on behalf of Heaven and destroy you!"
Then, without any further hesitation, I took out my peach wood sword, chanted the sword spell, and swung the peach wood sword towards the male ghost's body.
Without any scream, the male ghost's soul was cut into two halves by me, and the essence in his soul slowly dissipated.
However, in a flash, the male ghost's soul turned into a few wisps of white smoke and dissipated into the air.
I opened the window of the middle-aged woman's apartment and used a "Strong Wind Talisman" to blow away all the white smoke in the room.
Dozens of gray lights slowly condensed in the air and rushed towards the top of my head.
That was the Qi of Yin De, which was left behind by killing the middle-aged male ghost. And each wisp of Qi of Yin De represented a person. In other words, the middle-aged male ghost had killed dozens of people.
It's really scary!
The good energy enters the body and makes you feel warm.
Lifting my feet, I walked to the door of the apartment.
I glanced at the middle-aged woman lying on the ground. Although I was upset about her previous slander, I still bent down and picked her up.
I curled my lips and glanced at the middle-aged woman, and thought to myself, she was sleeping peacefully.
I quickly put the middle-aged woman on the sofa, burned some talisman water and gave it to her to drink, thus removing the evil spirit from her body.
During this time, the middle-aged woman may have been choked and opened her eyes.
In order to prevent her from screaming and causing me unnecessary trouble, I used the "acupoint tapping method" and hit her "sleeping point" in desperation.
The woman's eyelids tightened and she closed her eyes.
What disgusts me is that she actually snores when she sleeps.
Shaking my head, I walked out of the middle-aged woman's apartment quickly, feeling somewhat helpless.
I hope that when the middle-aged woman wakes up tomorrow morning, she won’t remember anything and just treat it as a dream.
The middle-aged male ghost has been killed, and the ghost wall in the corridor has been automatically broken.
The corridor returned to its previous appearance.
I looked at the number on the wall and saw a big "6".
This turns out to be the sixth floor!
It seems that I was trapped in a maze or a ghost wall and walked two more steps.
Then I went down two floors and came to the 4th floor.
Looking at the number "4" on the apartment door, I finally felt a little relieved.
Soon I opened the door of the apartment with my key.
But as soon as the apartment door opened, a dark shadow pounced towards me.
In my heart
I was a little nervous about what had just happened, and the sudden appearance of a dark shadow gave me a fright.
I just raised my fist and was about to hit him when the dark shadow spoke.
"Mom, don't you want Junjun anymore? Junjun doesn't want you to leave me, can you stay with me? Junjun wants to take care of you! Woo woo..."
There was the sound of a child crying.
I know it’s the little boy Junjun.
I put away my fist, thinking to myself that it was a good thing I didn't act rashly just now, otherwise I would have felt uneasy if I had hurt someone else's child.
I turned on the light in the living room.
The little boy Junjun was hugging my thighs.
It seems that he thinks of me as his mother.
"Junjun!"
I screamed.
Perhaps realizing that the voice was wrong, Junjun slowly raised his blurry eyes.
When he saw me, he didn't say anything and just looked behind me again.
Before I could say anything, Junjun cried out "Oh my God" and started crying again.
He cried and asked me, "Big brother, has my mother left? Does my mother not want me anymore? Big brother, I beg you, please take me to find my mother, okay? Mommy asked Junjun to listen to you, please take Junjun to find her?! Junjun doesn't want to be separated from his mother..."
Junjun's crying made me feel very uncomfortable.
Because Sister Tong has turned to ashes, it is impossible for her to appear again even as a ghost.
I squatted down and wiped the tears from Junjun's face with my palm.
I comforted him, "Junjun, don't cry. Your mother has gone to a very far place and she will never come back. You must be a strong little man, because that way your mother in some corner of heaven will be happy!"
Junjun lowered his head, but tears were still in his eyes.
In fact, Sister Tong had already told Junjun that he was leaving.
Junjun also cried at that time, but he said that he fell asleep while crying.
After Junjun experienced the sewer incident, his mind has actually matured a lot. However, the reliance on his mother is something that no one can give him.
I believe that when he grows up he will understand that some people always leave and he cannot keep them!
I picked Junjun up from the ground and said to him, "Come on, Junjun, I'll take you to the bedroom to sleep. It's getting late! You need to sleep a little longer. Maybe all this is just a dream!"
Junjun looked at me, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking in his tearful eyes.
He nodded and said to me: "Thank you, big brother! You are a good person!"
Although it was just a simple thank you, it made me feel very warm.
Perhaps this is what makes me feel comfortable, helping people, or being a Taoist priest.
Holding Junjun in my arms, I slowly lay down.
I thought to myself, let’s do tomorrow’s things tomorrow, I still need to get a good night’s sleep tonight.
I slept very soundly and deeply this time!
In the morning, the window curtains were drawn and light shone in from outside.
The sun is shining brightly outside, and the sky is a deep blue with white clouds of varying shapes.
When I opened my eyes, I found Junjun standing near the window.
His eyes were staring out the window. His chin was a little wet, and I knew he had been crying.
It seems that letting go of someone or forgetting someone is not that easy, especially when it is someone you love.
What is this? It is family affection and love!
(to be continued)
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