A Taoist monk will become rich by writing novels in the future

Chapter 70 Let’s see when the little girl dies
Nian Chengfu finally understood.

Wen Qiao is a little money fanatic who only thinks about saving money.

Why he felt so, Nian Chengfu could only say it was intuition.

After saying goodbye to Wen Qiao, Nian Chengfu left the villa. When leaving Dade Lane, the conversation of several old women attracted his attention.

"I heard that someone has already lived in that haunted house." An old woman wearing a blue floral dress said. As soon as she finished speaking, another old woman wearing a green floral dress followed up: "I know that. The person who bought that haunted house was a little girl. At that time, two other sisters and I were playing cards at Xiaoran’s house, but the agent brought a little girl over and said she wanted to buy a house..."

"Are you telling the truth?" an old woman with short hair asked in surprise. She had moved into Dexiang not long ago and had only heard about the haunted house in Dexiang.

"Of course it's true. If you don't believe it, just wait and see. Whether it's tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, the little girl will definitely die." The old woman in blue floral dress said vowedly. When she said this, her eyes widened, as if It has been determined that Wen Qiao lives in a haunted house and will die sooner or later.

Nian Chengfu, who had stopped walking, frowned when he heard this, and his hands under his white shirt clenched unconsciously.

"Don't be so full of words. Be careful of your tongue. After so many years, maybe the deaths in that house were all accidents." The old woman in green floral clothes frowned and advised. Regarding the old man in blue, The old woman in green felt a little uncomfortable listening to the woman's words. It was a bit unlucky to say for sure that a little girl would die when a little girl went out.

"I think Sister Lan is right. This is the age of science. Haven't the stories about strange powers and chaos in the past been overturned?" The old woman with short hair echoed the words of the old woman in green.

The old woman in blue's expression changed when she heard this, and she said in a sharp voice: "You guys don't believe me, so just wait and see when that little girl dies..."

After saying that, the old woman in blue left angrily.

The matter of dead people in the haunted house is not a secret in this Dexiang. When the little girl lives in that villa, her death is inevitable. Hum, she will show them in a few days. Everything she said is true. of.

When Nian Chengfu left Dexiang, his mood was complicated and his eyes were terrifyingly silent.

When he came outside Dexiang, he looked back at the 27-story building in Dexiang behind him. Nian Chengfu frowned. He took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Yancheng.

[Send me all the information on Dexiang. 】

Later, Nian Chengfu sent another text message to his younger brother Nian Chengxu.

[Do you have Wen Qiao’s contact information?If you have any, give it to me. 】

Over there, Nian Chengxu, who was still eating takeout and reading a novel, frowned slightly. He couldn't figure out why his eldest brother wanted the contact information of Wenshengun. However, due to his eldest brother's power, Nian Chengxu still gave it to him honestly. Nian Chengfu sent Wen Qiao's phone number.

Nian Chengfu looked at the phone number he had just received on his phone and copied and pasted it to save it without any hesitation.

Leave after doing all this.

……

Wen Qiao spent the second night safely.

Early the next morning, Wenwen, wearing a white shirt and a red and black plaid skirt, appeared at the door of the villa. Looking at the villa within easy reach, Wenwen took a deep breath and finally plucked up the courage to come to the door of the villa.

dong dong——

She knocked on the door, feeling uneasy.

It wasn't until Wen Qiao opened the door of the villa that Wen Qiao let out a long breath.

"elder sister……."

Seeing Wen Qiao, Wenwen's eyes lit up.

Wen Qiao was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Wenwen, would you like to come in and sit..."

Wenwen was slightly stunned: "Yes, is it okay?"

Wen Qiao curled his lips: "Why not..."

Although this killing formation is extremely powerful, it is also time-dependent. As long as its formation eye is not touched, it will basically not work.Wen Qiao finally pulled Wenwen into the villa and arranged for her to sit on the sofa nearby. After giving Wenwen a bottle of mineral water, Wen Qiao sat across from Wenwen and said, "Do you feel better?"

Wenwen still didn't understand what Wen Qiao was talking about, so her reaction was a bit slow.

Wen Qiao also noticed it and said, "Did mom and dad beat you..."

Wen Qiao's question made Wen Wen think of something. A faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She looked very sweet. She said to Wen Qiao: "Thank you, Sister Wen Qiao..."

Wen Qiao: "Thank me for what?"

Wenwen: "Thank you, Sister Wen Qiao, for waking me up. You are right. I can't expect my parents to love me blindly. I should also reciprocate their love."

With that said, Wenwen told Wen Qiao what she experienced after returning home last night.

It turned out that when Wenwen returned home, her mother was sitting at the dining table waiting for her while smoking.

Wenwen's mother motioned for Wenwen to sit down.

Wenwen also sat down obediently, but she did not rush to eat. Instead, she sat upright and looked at her mother quietly.

"Why don't you eat?" Wenwen's mother said, her voice a little hoarse. She wondered if it was because she smoked frequently.

Wenwen's house was relatively dark, so there was only a weak lamp hanging on the dining table.

This kind of lighting is enough for people to see each other's face clearly.

At that time, Wenwen seriously visited her mother for the first time.

Her hair was casually held with hairpins, and wrinkles appeared on her fair and fair face. Her eyes were dull and lifeless. She was sitting on a chair with one foot bent, smoking a cigarette in her mouth. Seems melancholy and lonely.

At that moment, Wenwen's eyes became wet.

"Mom...thank you for your hard work."

She choked and struggled to say this sentence.

Little did he know that the mother on the other end was so shocked that she couldn't speak. She just looked at Wenwen quietly for a long time. She took a puff of cigarette and suppressed the turmoil in her heart.

"You're so good, why are you saying this?"

she asked, her hoarse voice sounding extremely calm.

This calmness struck Wenwen's heart, causing Wenwen to sob cautiously.

"Mom..." A thousand words could only be exchanged for this title. The face of the woman opposite looked a little moved, but she didn't say a word.

After finishing the meal, Wenwen ran into her room, and the woman packed the dishes.

While washing the dishes, her husband came home drunk. The woman glanced at her and went to do her work. When she passed by her husband crying, she was kicked to the ground. She only heard her husband shout: "Damn it, I'll do it as soon as I come back." Seeing this dead face of yours makes me so damn happy..."

The woman was kicked to the ground and finally kicked by her husband several times.

The woman got up unwillingly, picked up the ashtray with a missing side and threw it at her husband.

"Wang Xian, if you have the guts, try beating me. Be careful, I won't give you a penny." The woman shouted, her eyes full of a life-threatening ruthlessness, which can only be formed by long-term oppression.

"You're a thief, you've become a whore and you still want to build a memorial arch. Why? There are not enough patrons. How about I introduce some to you..." The husband, who had his head smashed, said to the woman in a daze. The man shouted, grabbing the woman with his big palm, grabbing her collar like a chicken, and forcefully pulling her to him...

(End of this chapter)