He couldn't accept such a perverted love, and left angrily.
She couldn't accept his indifference and decided to punish him severely.
He will always remember that day, December 8, when the sky was snowing, but he could not feel the cold. Because his flesh and blood have been completely frozen.
Standing in the snow, looking at the snow water dyed red with blood, looking at the pale and deformed face, looking at the fiery red dress, he completely broke down.
There was a suicide note left by her on the desk in the study. She said that his father's death was related to him.
Because the father knew that she had secretly beat up the child, the father knew who she really loved.
That's why my father, a mall veteran, had a brain hemorrhage in the face of a financial crisis.
It was not the financial crisis that broke his father.
But the wife and only son he has always loved.
He did nothing wrong, nor did he sorry for his father, but his father's death was indeed because of him. The death of the stepmother has nothing to do with him.
Half a year later, he sold the house, he thought everything was over.
But who knows, the new owner who bought his house asked to check out, saying that the house is haunted.
In the middle of the night, there was the crying and laughing of female ghosts, and the child rolled from upstairs to downstairs in a decent way, almost killing her.
After inquiring carefully, I realized that someone had died in this house. It was a young woman who jumped off the building in a red dress, and it was a ghost in a red dress who haunted the house.
The house retired, he didn't go back to live, only occasionally went back, wearing a lot of evil spirits, she couldn't get close to him, and couldn't let him see her, let alone let him hear her.
Her grievance grew stronger and stronger. Originally, she just wanted to scare him. She didn't think about going to die, but she really died.
There is no one more unlucky than her in the world, the one who has exhausted all his strength and has not been able to get the feeling.
"So, it's been fifteen years, is she still in that house?" Bai Zhi asked.
Cheng Hou nodded.
Chu Yan asked, "Why didn't you find a Taoist priest to drive her away? Isn't Yuan Qing's master very good at this? Are you not very familiar with Yuan Qing's master? Why didn't you do it?"
Chenghou shook his head, slowly squatted down, covering his face with his hands, his hair messed up by him.
"I owe her, she became like this because of me, how can I—"
So, did he feel compassion for a grieving ghost
Zhou Tiantian, who was squatting on the side and playing with his fingers, suddenly said, "So, because of his indulgence, the resentment ghost's strength is getting stronger and stronger, and he will soon be able to cultivate into a serious ghost. At that time, it depends on what you want to do. "
Chenghou couldn't hear Zhou Tiantian's voice, but Bai Zhi and Chu Yan could hear them clearly.
Bai Zhi asked Zhou Tiantian: "Can you deal with her?"
Zhou Tiantian didn't even raise his head, and his face was calm and calm: "It's a piece of cake, not to mention grievances, even if it is a stern ghost, one or two, I really don't take it too seriously."
"Who are you talking to?" Chenghou was shocked, and Bai Zhi just seemed to be talking to the air on the side.
It doesn't seem to be facing the air, what is that
Bai Zhi smiled and said: "A little friend, he said he can deal with grievances, you take me there."
Chu Yan hurriedly said, "No, you can't go alone. Wait a few more days. Once the filming here is finished, we will go together."
He can no longer let her leave alone. From now on, no matter what he does, he will be by her side.
Bai Zhi looked at Chenghou helplessly and shrugged.