But if you offend the Cui family, no one can afford it.
After all, there are other children in the family who will continue to go to school and continue to live here.
Today's Mu Qing, there is nothing, she is not afraid of anything.
I only want to get justice for my daughter.
What the Cui family fears most is probably someone like Mu Qing who is not afraid of life and death.
"Now it's your turn." Song Junfeng confessed his affairs and leaned his back into the chair, waiting to hear their story.
Bai Zhi glanced sideways at Xing'er floating in the corner of the room. She was still reluctant to approach them, fearing that her yin spirit as a ghost would hurt their bodies.
Some people, whether they be humans or ghosts, are so kind.
"This Grandma Mu's daughter, who was also a student of this school, came to this school with hope, but never went back."
In a few words, the vicissitudes of a person's life can be realized.
Song Junfeng looked surprised: "She also committed suicide?"
Grandma Mu shook her head, her eyes were red, and her voice was slightly choked: "No, she was killed by that beast. I don't know anything. I have been waiting at home stupidly, waiting for my missing seventeen. The child of 20 years comes back."
"Seventeen years?" Song Junfeng became more surprised.
Bai Zhi took Mu Qing's words and briefly recounted what happened seventeen years ago.
Song Junfeng became more confused as he listened, "But, you didn't know it seventeen years ago, how can you know it now?"
Bai Zhi glanced at Xing'er floating in the corner again, and then asked, "Do you believe there are ghosts and gods in the world?"
Song Junfeng shook his head: "I don't believe it!"
"I didn't believe it before. Grandma Mu didn't believe it before, but now, we all believe it. Because the ghost is by our side. You can see it as long as you open the yin and yang eyes."
Zhou Tiantian cried out badly, and was about to slip, but Dongfang Mu shouted: "Boy, if you dare to run, you are not allowed to follow us in the future."
Why is this family so nosy? There are more injustices in the world. People like Cui Musheng have eighteen levels of hell waiting for him. Do they need them to take care of him
"He, who is he talking to?" Song Junfeng only felt his scalp numb and his back was wet and cold. The family seemed weird.
Bai Zhi said again: "Do you want to see? If you want to, you can see it now, so that you can truly understand what we are saying."
Song Junfeng swallowed fiercely, and filled his mouth with the already cold tea on the table. This strengthened the courage: "Okay, I have to see if this world is a real ghost."
Bai Zhi turned to Zhou Tiantian, still not speaking yet, Zhou Tiantian hurriedly said: "You don't need to say, I understand." Anyway, I can't escape, so I'm better off.
As soon as the words fell, Zhou Tiantian's figure floated in front of Song Junfeng, slapped his small hand, Song Junfeng immediately closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was naturally something in his eyes.
For example, a cute boy with a hole in the head.
For example, a beautiful girl with her feet floating off the ground.
So Song Junfeng rolled his eyes and fainted.
Dongfang Mu snorted, with a look of contempt: "Young people in this era are really timid, what's so scary?"
Bai Zhi thought to herself, naturally can't compare with you and Chu Yan, you are all battle-tested veterans, what big storms and waves have you never seen