Xu Zhaodi covered her mouth, opened her eyes wide, and almost cried out.
Xiaocheng beside her was holding onto the armrest of her wheelchair, and her hands were trembling nervously.
Pounding!
Pounding!
The strange collision sound came from people's heartbeat, or the string of wind chimes on the door lintel.
However, Zhao Jiahang in the dark light seemed unconscious, and he couldn't see the person hiding in the dark at all.
He slowly walked towards the spiritual tablet placed in the living room.
Stepping over the ashes of plants and trees on the ground, leaving a string of footprints—
Near, near. He stood in front of the spiritual case, staring at his own spiritual card.
Through the dim light of the two candles on the spirit table, Xu Zhaodi finally saw his face clearly—
Oh no! It was no longer a normal face.
Both eyes seemed to be falling out of their sockets, blood was dripping, cheekbones were bruised, and there were bruises oozing blood on the lips. A face was almost deformed, without any blood color, and no expression, as if someone had just crawled out of a coffin The dead people who come out are no different from the ghosts and zombies in the movie.
"Great, master..."
Xu Zhaodi's teeth were chattering, and she wished she could grab the corner of the monk's clothes.
The monk closed his eyes slightly and gave her a "be safe and don't get bored" look.
"Female benefactor, it's just an illusion."
Hallucinations... non-existent people
But their conversation obviously disturbed Zhao Jiahang's soul.
His stiff shoulders moved, moved, and slowly, he turned around, looking at Xu Zhaodi's direction with a pair of empty bloody eyes.
He hesitated for a moment. He passed.
step. two steps. three steps.
On the ground, a series of footsteps, just like his frightened face, without the slightest trace of popularity.
"Bitch, is that you?"
A voice that seemed to come from across the world of yin and yang, hoarse and low, like a death knell knocking on a broken leak, extremely difficult to hear, also turned Xu Zhaodi and her wheelchair into sculptures.
Time seemed to freeze.
Xu Zhaodi seemed to see him smiling.
In that smile, their past rushed over like a thick fog.
The sharp pain pierced her heart, and Xu Zhaodi's lips kept trembling.
"No... not me. Don't blame me, please... don't blame me..."
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"Bitch!"
"Bitch!"
"Bitch!"
Zhao Jiahang didn't know what kind of anger he was venting, and his voice sounded like gnashing of teeth in pain.
"You killed my her, you killed me—"
There is hate. hate it. too hate. Hate very much.
His words were filled with deep sadness and anger, which was almost unstoppable.
Moreover, his feet were moving forward, not like a normal person's movement, every step was as stiff as a corpse.
Finally, he was about to walk up to Xu Zhaodi, as if he could see her, with a gloomy chill on his face.
"Bitch, what do you say?"
Xu Zhaodi leaned back, her head almost fell into Xiaocheng's arms, her suppressed roar was as sharp as a broken gong.
"I didn't. You forced me to—it wasn't me who killed her, it was you! It was you!"
"Hehehe!"
With a strange smile, Zhao Jiahang took a step closer.
"Then you and I... go to Lord Yan to argue it out!"
Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, with five chicken paw-like hands, ferocious and terrifying. When he lifted it up, blood flew down and splashed onto Xu Zhaodi's white gauze.
"Ah!" she exclaimed, "Master, save me!"
The great monk sitting on the futon closed his eyes, like an old monk in meditation, "Alms, everything is an illusion, an illusion. Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."
"Can't you all see him?"
Xu Zhaodi growled, turned her head in disbelief, stared at Xiaocheng, "Xiaocheng, did you see it?... did you see him?"
Xiaocheng looked at her suspiciously.
Then, shaking his head, his eyes showed apprehension.
"Ma'am... Look, what do you see?"
"Ah!" Xu Zhaodi was startled.
She covered her ears with bony hands, and tried to cover her face in panic.
In the living room, the frightening sound of music wafted into her ears from nowhere, and permeated her bones, making her drenched in sweat.
"Impossible! There are no ghosts in this world. There are no ghosts!"
"I'm not a ghost." Zhao Jiahang stood in the dark light, the blood on his body splashed on the ashes, "I'm not a ghost... so what is it?"
He was talking, his voice was laughing, but his mouth was not open, only blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth!
The picture is too scary!
The horror on Xu Zhaodi's face reached the extreme, she slumped on the wheelchair, rubbing her forehead desperately, trying to calm herself down.
"No, no, don't do this. Jiahang, husband and wife for a day, I, I have never treated you badly. If it weren't for me, you might just be a poor boy selling fish all your life..."
"Even if I sell fish, at least I'm still alive!"
"It was you who was sorry for me first..."
"So, you can kill me?"
"I didn't kill you!" Xu Zhaodi screamed and covered her mouth in panic, "The person who killed you was Tian Xiaoya! She wanted to kill you!"
"The one who restricted me to get rid of their mother and child within a week, was you? The one who told Tian Xiaoya that I was going to kill their mother and child, was it you?"
Xu Zhaodi looked straight at Zhao Jiahang in front of her as if she had seen a ghost.
It seemed to be relieved, and it seemed to have entered another vortex, and his eyes did not move for a long time.
The blood on Zhao Jiahang's face seemed to be drying up, and his eyes turned into two blood holes, "...it's you, you vicious woman! It's you who are killing people with a knife, let us kill each other, and you are just taking advantage of it!"
"Yueli? What is Yuli? What have I got?"
Seeing the empty candlelight in the dark, Xu Zhaodi went crazy.
"Hehehehe! Why don't you think about it, your greed killed yourself? If you were not reluctant to give up money and reputation, how would you kill your lover and murder your unborn son? The child is already formed, long hands and long hands Are you leg? You can call him dad in three months, right? But Zhao Jiahang, you killed him... You killed that child!"
She growled very loudly.
That scream scared the town!
He took a step back, and retreated to the side of the monk who had "entered meditation".
Xu Zhaodi clenched the wheelchair tightly with both hands, her arms were shaking and she was completely out of control.
"Everything is your own fault! I love you so much, but you betrayed me and plotted against me! You wanted my money to be with me, and you were unwilling to be controlled by my family. Zhao Jiahang, why did I have a car accident back then? Don't think I don't know that you made a move, the driver is your cousin from your hometown, and he deliberately jaywalked into the bus lane, didn't it come from your order?"
"Hehehehe!" Zhao Jiahang stared at her and smiled strangely, "You are wrong. It's not me."
Xu Zhaodi was shocked as if struck by a thunderbolt.
"No matter how much money you have, how can you possibly be able to buy your life? No matter how poor my cousin is, how can he be willing to put his life on the line? You are too stupid! Except for Tian Xiaoya, I never lied to you... in those years, My love for you, the words I told you in those years, are all sincere."
"You still want to quibble! If it weren't for your greed, black heart, and bad heart, we wouldn't be where we are today..."
"Today. What's the matter today?" Zhao Jiahang's voice was faint, and his smile was worse than crying, "Today I have been walking with my wife and children on Huangquan Road. I have pity on you... living alone like a year. People are not as good as ghosts, people Not as good as a ghost, and a person is not as good as a ghost... "
The three "not as good as ghosts" angered Xu Zhaodi again.
Her body and body trembled, and she cursed at Zhao Jiahang.
"No matter what, I'm better than you! At least I'm still alive, and I have a breathing body. Look at you, what do you look like, even the dogs on the street..."
"Hehehe!" Zhao Jiahang sneered, "You will soon be worse than a dog."
Xu Zhaodi was startled.
Zhao Jiahang took a step closer, and smiled a little weirdly, "Do you think the police are all fools, and you can make fun of them? You forced me to kill Tian Xiaoya, because you were afraid that I would give her medicine and bribe the doctor to do it yourself, because I would be soft-hearted and unwilling to do it." Ji's death certificate. They also instigated Tian Xiaoya to do something on my car in advance—"
"No! I don't want to kill you, I don't want to!"
Seeing him approaching, Xu Zhaodi covered her face, not looking directly at him.
"... I just want you to find out how vicious she is, to find out that she is a bad woman, and not to like her anymore... Then, you can come back to me."
Zhao Jiahang sneered, "Do you think I would believe you? If it wasn't for you, why were you afraid that things would be exposed, and took advantage of Wang Tongsheng's unknown sexual orientation... to force him to run away in the middle of the night, lead the police to find him, and then force him to confess to murder? "
"Hahaha!" Xu Zhaodi laughed like crazy, "Is he stupid? If I force him, he will go? Can the shame of sexual orientation be more important than life?"
"For some people, life is indeed more important than life." Zhao Jiahang's voice was colder, "What's more, you are so smart, of course you can calculate seamlessly. You pretend to be Tian Xiaoya to make Wang Tongsheng think that she is really alive. Let him believe... If he doesn't plead guilty, you will kill Tian Xiaoya and her unborn baby, how dare he refuse? He loves me so much, and vows to keep my only flesh and blood in this world, shame on you Take advantage of his feelings, a gay's feelings..."
Zhao Jiahang's voice was much calmer than before, not like a "soul" speaking at all.
It's a pity that Xu Zhaodi, whose brain is completely controlled by psychological suggestion, can no longer distinguish reality from illusion.
A woman who is swayed by emotions and even crazy is sad.
She was firmly controlled by hatred, her words were shrill like a ghost, and she actually stood up from the wheelchair.
Yes, she stood up. Standing up in extreme anger, he pointed at Zhao Jiahang and roared loudly.
"Yes, everyone loves you. Even if they don't love you at the beginning, they will fall in love with you in the end. But what about you? Who do you love? Who do you say you love? The one who said he loved me so much that he would never change his heart Who is the man? Who is the man who told Tian Xiaoya to protect their mother and child, never abandon and never betray? Who is the man who knows that Wang Tongsheng is in love with him and still has the audacity to use him?"
"he died."
Zhao Jiahang said slowly, "I was killed by you."
Xu Zhaodi was surprised that his voice had become clearer, she was jolted, and suddenly woke up.
"you-"
"Tian Xiaoya! Still not pleading guilty?"
clang! The lights in the living room were all on.
"Zhao Jiahang" standing in the room suddenly tore off the mask on his face, stroked his hair, and let out a long breath.
"I can't hold back my master! This year's Oscars don't give me an award, it's too much for God!"
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Everyone said, should this year's Oscar be awarded to our Fifth Master Quan