Live broadcast: The female heavenly master slays demons and protects the Tao in the power plot

"Mr. Xu, please don't get excited yet." Du Manzhi was helpless, but had to expose his delusion, "I may not have expressed clearly enough just now, your wife is not here."

The young duck, or Xiao Xu, was also anxious.

"But you clearly said that my mother has been protecting us!"

Two similar faces want to squeeze into the screen.

They were eager to hear her explanation.

Unfortunately, the explanation she gave was not what they wanted.

"Your mother died of illness. Her soul cannot linger in the world for no reason. What's more, after so many years, even the remaining soul should have been dispersed long ago."

Situations like this in the Xu family are actually quite rare. Granny Bai once saw it with her when she was here.

The guardian spirit is similar to the Baojiaxian in traditional saying, and its ability is second to that of the Baojiaxian.

In short, it is the product of obsession. It is the obsession of the Xu family that goes both ways that creates the spirit.

Mr. Xu asked tremblingly: "Then where is my wife? Is she my wife?"

"She has some of your wife's memories and feelings."

The cruel thing is:

"But she's not your wife."

Du Manzhi calmly pointed out: "If you want, you can also think that your wife has been accompanying you, but I think the more important issue now is... your home is haunted."

Mr. Xu, who grew up under the red flag, vented his energy and uttered three words in a dull voice: "I don't believe it."

"dad!"

My son Xiao Xu was speechless, you, you, you, you are really...

Such flexible standards and such arbitrary beliefs!

It is not easy to convince Mr. Xu. This kind of people are very stubborn and accept death.

Parents are often unwilling to bow to their children, and this is a live broadcast with countless pairs of eyes staring at them.

Du Manzhi looked at the black aura on the father and son, sighed and said: "I don't like to ignore death, but if we really don't have a chance, we can't force it."

She found Xiao Xu's account and returned the gift Xiao Xu had given her when he came to her for fortune telling.

The popularity value has also decreased by the same amount, which is just a drop in the bucket for her now, and it won't hurt her.

Her live broadcast is very popular, and she has already made thousands or hundreds of times the income just by being connected. It is not short of what Xiao Xu gave her, but she is just sorry for his experience.

At such a young age, he was about to be destroyed at the hands of his father who led the wolf into the house.

When Mr. Xu saw the money she returned, he was filled with emotion. His lips moved and his ears turned red with embarrassment.

"Girl...let me tell you the truth."

Du Manzhi's face remained calm: "Please speak."

"Actually, when I first saw Liang Meng, I thought she looked a bit like Haohao's mother... Then when I took a closer look, her girl looked more like her! They were exactly the same!"

Mr. Xu took out an old photo album and carefully picked out an old photo.

This is a precious image of his wife's childhood. Most of the photos at that time were in black and white. The little girl's face was heart-shaped and her eyebrows were clear.

Xiao Xu handed over the "family photo" taken at the beginning of school.

Two photos stacked on top of each other.

Mr. Xu murmured: "Look, look, they are exactly the same..."

Xiao Xu nodded silently beside him, "Yes."

"I was wondering at that time whether she was really reincarnated and was born into Liang Meng's belly... It was not easy for her when she was a child. Her father was a second-rate man who ran away after getting pregnant. She followed her mother. I have to go out to deliver milk at four o'clock on a snowy day, and my knees are frozen."

Mr. Xu wiped his face.

"I just thought, if she really comes back, I have to make up for her... I can bring up Haohao by myself, and now there is an adult like Liang Meng. If we don't get the certificate, my business has been successful these years. Well, it won’t be a problem to support the two of them.”

Du Manzhi suddenly realized.

It turned out to be the case.

Mr. Xu was with the woman who called herself "Liang Meng" because of the daughter she brought him!

but……

[It was so touching. I kicked my husband up. If this dog had even half the conscience of Mr. Xu, I would wake up laughing in my dreams]

[+1, I don’t like my partner now]

[Sisters, don’t get excited. Have you all taken a good look at the photos? What exactly does it look like? Why can’t I see it?]

[The original wife has an apple face, and Liang Meng’s daughter has a square face]

[Liang Meng’s daughter has a low nose bridge and a blunt tip. When my first wife was a child, her nose bridge was higher than mine... Is this exactly the same? 】

[Lao Xu, have you been poisoned? 】

[Again, we really don’t know how to cast poison...]

Mr. Xu was stunned by the barrage of questions and asked at a loss: "Are they different? They are obviously very similar. I have compared them many times! Haohao, tell them."

Xiao Xu looked at it again and again, his expression gradually becoming serious.

He looked back at his mother's photo and swallowed.

"Dad... is it possible, I mean possible, that we might have fallen into some kind of deception or something?"

popping.

Du Manzhi applauded him.

It’s still the brains of young people.

She agreed and said: "It is indeed a cover-up. Not only this, but your inexplicable affection for the mother and daughter is also because of the trick."

Mr. Xu still didn’t fully believe it, so he tried to make amends for himself.

"It shouldn't be! When I saw them for the first time, it was dark. Just talking to Liang Meng, I didn't even notice what the child looked like. The next day, I realized that she looked like my wife. picture."

He speaks eloquently.

"They live in my son's apartment, and they haven't seen any photos of my wife. Even if they change their appearance, they have to know how they look before they can change, right?"

His son Xiao Xu's ability to make up his mind was much better, and his face turned pale, "Dad, please stop talking, can they read the memory? You know best what my mother looks like!"

"..." Mr. Xu choked.

Du Manzhi caught a glimpse of beige clothes flashing past the door of the master bedroom, and made a shushing gesture, telling them to take a look.

The father and son coincidentally started chatting about the Financial Times.

The figure outside the door was wearing a bath towel, her eyes were the same color as the bath towel. Her body was twisted at a weird angle, and she was leaning against the door to eavesdrop. All she heard was stock market information, which sounded disturbing.

No abnormalities were noticed.

Tonight's beauty trap failed to keep Xiao Xu, so he entered Lao Xu's room again... Liang Meng twisted her waist and went downstairs unwillingly.

Mr. Xu lowered his voice: "It's a bit strange. She never enters my room. At first she said this is the cabin your mother and I loved and it was not convenient for her to come in as an outsider. Later she said there were taboos in her hometown.

"She said that a woman cannot stay in the same room as a deceased person..."

Du Manzhi asked quietly: "She has never been in, how do you know there is a photo of the deceased in your room?"

Mr. Xu: "...I don't think I have told her."

Xiao Xu was stared at by him and shook his head stiffly: "I didn't say anything."

The boss of the Lin family: [Hey, hey, I saw the lighthouse outside your window. I'm eating here. Do you want to help? Squeal if you want]

Lin Rong?

Du Manzhi held his forehead, there was this kid everywhere.

It seems that the business given by Qianzhou has not fed him enough, and he wants to make extra money along the way. Maybe he has set his sights on something valuable recently.

Xiao Xu stared at the screen eagerly and opened his mouth weakly.

"squeak."