I swept the giants by fortune-telling

After becoming a ghost, Dong Xiuhua reviewed her life countless times, desperately trying to figure out how she got to this point.

Should you marry Meng Jianmin?

Or after getting married, shouldn't her father insult Meng Jianmin?

Or that day... shouldn't they break into Meng Jianmin's so-called studio?

There was no expression on the female ghost's face, as if she was telling someone else's story: "Meng Jianmin built a shed in the yard, and said it was his studio. After it was built, he stayed in it all day long, and didn't care about the family affairs."

"At that time, I had already given up on him and wanted to divorce, but Xiaofu still had expectations for this father."

Dong Xiuhua raised his hand to touch his son's head, the kid who died young was as indifferent as his mother, playing with his fingers.

"That day, Meng Jianmin forgot to lock the door of the studio, and Xiao Fu slipped in to find him. He accidentally broke a finished porcelain bowl, and he saw it."

"Meng Jianmin is self-abased and conceited, sensitive and superficial. He has always claimed to be a scholar, unlike those mud-legged people who face the loess and back to the sky, and always put on a gesture of disdain to care about others. But that time , he saw the broken porcelain bowl and suddenly became very angry."

"He took out a hammer and knocked Xiaofu unconscious. I was drying clothes in the yard at the time, and I almost went crazy when I saw this scene. I ran into that broken shed and wanted to fight him desperately... He killed both of us, mother and child. Knocked to death."

Dong Xiuhua sighed faintly, a large amount of blood spread out from his body, and the flesh and blood collapsed, exposing the white bones, but for some reason it didn't look scary, but made people feel sad.

"After we died, Meng Jianmin shaved off the flesh from the corpse, chopped it into mud, smashed the bones, and poured it into the septic tank at the entrance of the village at night. The next day, he told the villagers that I took the child out work."

Xiaoping glanced at Shang Qing, saw him nodding, and then took his mobile phone to report the situation to You Mingchi.

Dong Xiuhua calmed down, looked at the three masters in front of her, and said, "I've finished my business, what are you going to do with me? Send me to reincarnate or die?" Her eyes mocked, "Anyway, a living person is better than a dead person." Important. Right?"

Liu Fu and Cao Muxing looked at each other, and they were about to speak, but Shang Qing said decisively: "I don't have this rule here, there is no such thing as a wronged person and a debtor, there is no reason not to pay back the debt."

The female ghost was stunned for a moment, thinking that she had heard it wrong, but there was an extra talisman in her hand.

Over there, Shang Qing folded a piece of yellow paper into the shape of a hammer, snapped his fingers and ignited it, and a black hammer appeared in the female ghost's hand.

Shang Qing: "Go and take revenge first."

Dong Xiuhua was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes slowly turned red, and the expression on his face didn't know whether it was crying or laughing, so he simply said: "Thank you, Master!"

Then, the Yin Qi swept away, and the mother and son disappeared.

The temperature in the car slowly returned to normal, and no one spoke for a while.

Liu Fu cleared his throat, and was about to speak, but Cao Muxing said first, "I don't agree with letting ghosts stay in the world, but it's a bit uncomfortable if Meng Jianmin is let go."

Liu Fu: "What is that..."

Cao Muxing turned his head and said: "Uncle, don't be too stubborn, revenge for ghosts is not against the way of heaven."

Liu Fu: "That..."

Cao Muxing was surprised, "Uncle, why are you so rigid! Do you still have to let the mother and son reincarnate with regret?"

Liu Fu: "Then..."

Cao Muxing regretted, "Master, isn't it? Being too persistent is not conducive to cultivation... Oops!"

Liu Fu patted the back of his nephew's head like he was shooting winter melons, and then he found a moment to interject, "Fellow Daoist Zhou, what you gave to that female ghost just now was the legendary talisman of sorrow and joy?"

Shang Qing nodded.

Liu Fu breathed a sigh of relief, "Then I can rest assured."

The Meng family... no, it's the Dong family's yard.

Meng Jianmin nestled in the shed of his wife-killer, and by the light of an incandescent lamp, he kneaded a piece of mud tire into the shape of a bowl.

The formed carcass is a little crooked, but it doesn't matter, it looks better after being glazed.Meng Jianmin showed some complacency about his talent, and put the clay bowl aside to dry in the shade.

A wave-like pattern of light, invisible to the naked eye, spread across the ground, and the illusion opened.

Meng Jianmin squeezed more than ten bowls in a row, and planned to pick four of them for the kiln tomorrow.At this moment, he heard a few rustling noises.He didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but the noise kept going. He was afraid that a mouse would smash the porcelain bowl, so he finally stood up and looked for the source of the sound.

He looked around in the shed, but he couldn't find anything, so he had to open the door.

The night in the countryside is much darker than in the city, and there is no moon tonight, so I feel like I can't see my fingers.

At this time, he found that the courtyard was foggy, and the misty fog covered the entire courtyard, and people could not distinguish the north from the south.

In the thick fog, there was a voice.This time it was not a rustling sound, but a heavy knocking sound, as if something soft was being hit one after another...

Meng Jianmin frowned, the voice sounded familiar...

After hesitating for a moment, he walked into the mist.He is the only one in this yard, he is the head of the family, what can happen to him in his own home?

The fog made the air a little stagnant, his pace slowed down, and the knocking sound stopped.

Instead, there was another sound, the sound of footsteps, metal and ground friction... as if, as if someone was dragging a metal thing slowly approaching...

On a summer night, Meng Jianmin was so scared that his white hair broke out, and he shouted in panic, "Who is it! It's against the law to break into a private house!"

The man paused, and then began to approach slowly, one step, two steps, three steps... The voice seemed to ring on Meng Jianmin's tense nerves.

Meng Jianmin shivered violently, turned around and ran wildly, shouting at the same time, "Help! There are thieves—"

The countryside is very humane, and everyone lives close to each other. He believes that the neighbors must have heard his cry and will come to rescue him soon.

Thinking of this, Meng Jianmin ran all the way to the edge of the fence, panting heavily.Suddenly, his body froze, and that person... was still following him!

The footsteps were still unhurried, but they were getting closer and closer to him...

Meng Jianmin turned his head slowly, and the figure in the thick fog finally appeared. It was the same face, the face that made him sick, the face that always had a proud and arrogant expression.

Dong Xiuhua said coldly: "Meng Jianmin, who are you saying is a thief? I'm afraid you have forgotten that this house is surnamed Dong!"

Meng Jianmin's expression could be called panic, "Dong, Dong Xiuhua! Are you alive?"

"Why am I not dead?" Dong Xiuhua raised the corner of her mouth, but the flesh and blood on her face and body fell off one by one, followed by hair, internal organs... Finally, it turned into a bloody white bone.

And the mouth was still moving, "How did I die, how was I chopped to pieces, don't you know exactly?"

The skeleton stiffly raised the hammer dragged behind him, "Meng Jianmin, I'm dead, and my son is dead, why don't you...come down and accompany us!"

At the same time as the last sentence was said, the skeleton swung the hammer down fiercely!

Meng Jianmin screamed in fright. He tried to run, but he couldn't!Looking down, a child was hugging his thigh.

Sensing his gaze, the child slowly raised his head, staring at him with a strange expression, "Father, isn't Xiaofu good?"

The little ghost opened his mouth, showing his sharp ghost teeth, "Am I not good? Am I not obedient? Why did you hit me? Xiaofu hurts so much... Daddy also try how painful it is, okay?"

The little ghost aimed at Meng Jianmin's thigh and bit it down!

Meng Jianmin screamed in pain, but the hammer had already been swung down, he didn't think much about it, he pulled the kid away and turned around to hide.

A large piece of flesh was bitten off from his thigh, and the blood flowed down his pants, but he ignored the wound and ran away dragging his injured leg.

He couldn't see the road ahead in the thick fog, he was running stumbling, unable to discern the direction, but no matter where he ran, when he turned around, he could see the skeleton dragging the hammer smiling coldly at him.

And that kid, every time he catches up with him, he would tear a piece of flesh off. It didn't take long for him to be covered with blood, and his whole body was in severe pain.

He felt like a mouse being played with by a cat, and he couldn't get out of the other's palm...

At this moment, he suddenly touched the familiar doorknob. This is... his studio!The familiar place brought him an unparalleled sense of security, and he opened the door and ran in almost without thinking.

Turning around and locking the doors, he tried his best to suppress his heavy breathing and listened carefully to the movement around him. Is it safe?Can't that bitch come in?

That's right, that's where he cut up that slut and the little bastard, and they definitely wouldn't dare to come in.

However, the familiar sound of metal rubbing like tarsal maggots sounded behind him, Meng Jianmin froze suddenly, and turned around slowly.

The skeleton returned to Dong Xiuhua's appearance again, holding a hammer and looking at him with a gloomy expression.

The little ghost was on all fours, staring at him intently, chewing something in his mouth, blood dripped down the corners of his mouth, onto his clothes and the ground.

Dong Xiuhua smiled coldly, "I'm waiting for you to come in!"

She swung the hammer violently, and the shelf next to it fell to the ground, and the finished and unfinished porcelain shattered all over the floor.

"No!!!" Meng Jianmin let out a scream, but he couldn't stop it. He could only watch his proud work turn into a pile of pieces.

The female ghost showed a happy expression, held up the hammer and swung it down at Meng Jianmin again, and the little ghost also flew up in the air, rushing towards the neck with thick ghost teeth——

At this moment, the thing around Meng Jianmin's neck suddenly shone brightly, just blocking the attack of the mother and son.

The three of them were taken aback for a moment, but Meng Jianmin suddenly came to his senses, grabbed an iron pipe, aimed at the kid and slapped it hard!The kid was sent flying far away and his head fell off.

Dong Xiuhua was taken aback for a moment, and his expression was instantly ferocious, "Meng, Jian, Min!"

Meng Jianmin is even more like a ghost than her, "If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time!"

The bright light protected his whole body, Dong Xiuhua couldn't hurt him, she was anxious, at this moment, the hammer in her hand also shone brightly.

Dong Xiuhua was taken aback for a moment, then he raised his hammer and swung it hard!

The light on Meng Jianmin's body suddenly shattered, and the hammer hit his shoulder directly, and there was a crisp bone cracking sound.

This scream was more horrific than before, and his throat was almost broken, it didn't sound like a human voice at all.

Dong Xiuhua twitched the corners of his mouth, and walked slowly over with the hammer in hand.

The little ghost fumbled to pick up his own head, he was okay, and crawled over.

Meng Jianmin lay on the ground, like a pile of humanoid garbage, which was not recyclable.He suddenly raised his head, with a panicked expression on his face, "Xiuhua, Xiuhua...don't kill me, please...don't we love each other? I-I wrote you love letters are well preserved, I-I love you !"