I searched hard in my mind, and I really couldn't think of anyone who would commit suicide.
If he really commits suicide, then it must be a person with little money who can lose all his family property. After all, those rich people are so rich, how much money would be lost if they lost all their property there.
He will definitely be impressed.
Yun Juncai then focused on the group of ordinary customers, some of whom were his former friends. Of course, now those so-called friends have become his creditors.
The rest are some friends I added outside. Anyway, no one spent a particularly large amount, only tens of thousands at most. Some only spent a few thousand, and some even spent hundreds or dozens of yuan.
Moreover, after two years in it, when he came out again, some people could no longer be contacted.
At that time, he was lucky that he couldn't contact him, which proved that these people had forgotten about the matter, and at least they would not settle accounts with him.
So if there are really people who commit suicide, this should be one of them.
But I never knew anyone’s specific information, and even some people didn’t even know their names. At that time, they were all just polite people.
I don't have time to know people's names.
Even if I want to kowtow at someone's grave, I can't find anyone.
As for that
It seems like you can commit suicide without spending a lot of money
Yun Juncai couldn't figure it out, but there was indeed a 'ghost' haunting him now.
"Stop pestering me. After all, it was between you and me. If you didn't want to, you wouldn't have spent so much money." Yun Juncai said to the air.
But still no one responded to him.
Yun Juncai couldn't help but look resentful. Everyone was wrong, right? None of them were good things. How could it all be blamed on him
Not to mention, Yun Juncai still has a clear positioning for himself.
At least I know I'm not a good person.
He was very irritable and couldn't bear it anymore and fell down to sleep again. Meng Li saw this and gave him another nightmare. Anyway, it was the dream that made him pay for his life.
It is true that no one committed suicide, but Meng Li fabricated it out of thin air, but Yun Juncai couldn't verify it, right
Yun Juncai suffered another mental torture in his dream. He woke up sweating profusely and swore that he would never sleep again.
After searching the Internet, I found that there were indeed many cases of people dying in their sleep. Maybe these people had nightmares like him and then died.
Seeing that Yun Juncai had no intention of sleeping, Meng Li went to sleep peacefully.
However, he didn’t dare to sleep for too long because he was worried that Yun Juncai would fall asleep again. Meng Li woke up after three or four hours of sleep and used his mental power to check on Yun Juncai. It was already four or five in the morning, and Yun Juncai was still staring. He stared at his phone, searching various ways on how to deal with ghosts.
This made Meng Li want to laugh a little. Is there really no other way? Only then did I think of searching the Internet for answers.
Moreover, there are quite a lot of solutions online, and Yun Juncai even found a small website that sells some talisman paper, and you can also place orders to make it.
Yun Juncai was a little moved. Although he met a liar Taoist priest today, he couldn't all be liars.
I inquired about the price, but it was quite expensive, and I didn’t have any money.
Yun Juncai: "..."
It's so sad.
He misses the days when he was an agent. Although he was a bit evil, he was still very profitable. Whatever he did casually was more than he could earn in a year.
Yun Juncai, a brave and talented artist, even wanted to become an agent again.
Make more money and hire a Taoist priest with real profound Taoist teachings to save your life, and then even if you go to jail for this, it won't be considered a loss!
He was looking fascinated when he suddenly stretched out a pale hand from the phone. It was bloodless, as if it had been soaked in formalin. The nails were long and sharp, with a dangerous aura, as if the nails could poke. Breaking his flesh and blood, being able to tear his body apart, he couldn't help but think of the scene in his dream where he was eaten alive...
This thought flashed through his mind quickly, making him tremble in fear. He instinctively wanted to throw away the phone, but before he could throw it away, the hand stretched towards his neck and squeezed it tightly. His neck made it difficult for him to breathe for a while, and his face turned red from holding back.
From his perspective, there was a hand floating in the air, but it seemed to be controlled by someone. He was so cruel that he stretched out his hand to grab the hand that was holding his neck, but the hand passed through it. It turned out that this hand had no shape at all and he couldn't grasp it...
And his neck was indeed pinched by a hand, making him unable to breathe.
The hand he saw was the illusion arranged by Meng Li, and the thing holding his neck was the condensed mental power of Meng Li.
Now he is so helpless that he has no way to start or get rid of him. If a real hand pinches him, he can still try to break it open. Now a strange force pinches him and he can't even touch him. What should he do?
As his breathing became more difficult, there was pleading in his eyes.
He doesn't want to die!
Meng Li was really convinced by Yun Juncai who had such a strong desire to survive. This was the tenacity of life. No matter what terrible things he faced, no matter how much his life was endangered, he would never stop. Be willing to give up easily.
Moreover, they were so frightened that before they fainted, Meng Li suddenly felt that Yun Juncai was quite contradictory. He usually bullied the weak and feared the strong, but his ability to withstand such terrifying things was stronger than many people.
So how can the client be willing to give up his own life
There is only one life. If you count the afterlife, a soul has more than one life. But after the afterlife, you are no longer you. After all, it is still equivalent to you having only one life.
Therefore, it is a bit difficult to allow Yun Juncai to experience her despair of having to die as she had no hope at all according to the request of the client.
"Let me go, spare me." Yun Juncai struggled to squeeze out these words, although he might be the only one who knew what he was saying because he could no longer recognize the tone of his voice.
Meng Li couldn't hear what he said, and didn't want to know what he said. Even without looking at his mouth, he knew that Yun Juncai was begging for mercy.
Yun Juncai couldn't be killed all at once. What she killed was not the same as Yun Juncai's desperate suicide.
When Meng Li felt that he was about to die, he withdrew the attack formed by concentrating his mental power.
As Meng Li let go, Yun Juncai's muscles suddenly relaxed, like a puddle of rotten flesh. He wanted to reach out and touch his neck but had no strength left.
All his strength was used to breathe heavily, and the sound of breathing echoed throughout the room. Yun Juncai covered the quilt with the quilt and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.
Then he sat up and looked in the mirror. In the mirror, he saw five deep finger prints on his neck. He covered them with his hand, and found that his hand matched these prints perfectly.
It was as if he had pinched himself like this.
"I was wrong. Stop pestering me. Can I be a cow and a horse for you after I die?" His voice was weak.