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Chapter 135 You Are The Ghost Hiding In My Heart (23)
Looking at it from the side, Shen Meng just felt sneering, how could she not see what these people's Xiaojiujiu was, combined with Shen Qingmeng's previous situation, he was obviously the descendant of a family of celestial masters, but he didn't have anything about ghost control skills, When we first met, it seemed that he had figured out that thing by himself.

A person's death is like a lamp being extinguished, so it is natural to make good use of it to plunder all the benefits that can be obtained.

Now in this small room, these people echoed the two people who spoke in front of them one by one, looking extremely aggressive, as if it would be immoral for the mother and son of the Shen family not to hand over their things, but they were just thinking of everyone.

Listening to these people's words, Shen's mother didn't react at all, she just smiled more and more seductively, brushed her hair, lay lazily on the chaise longue, and directly threw a roll of tattered things It seems that this should have been passed down for several generations.

This is the Shen family's ghost control technique.

"I'm worried about putting this thing at home to attract ghosts. Since you want it, you can do it. Everyone is a sensible person, so don't pretend to be confused." Shen's mother looked at these people, and after saying this, she directly grabbed the ghost with one hand. Standing aside, looking at the hair of Shen Qingmeng, who was only about three years old.

The force in his hand was very strong, and he dragged Shen Qingmeng to the ground mercilessly. Shen Qingmeng was too young to resist, and he probably felt that he was really guilty. He just got up awkwardly, with a little fear in his eyes, when he saw Shen's mother raising her hand, he subconsciously covered his cheek.

Shen's mother sneered sarcastically, looking at Shen Qingmeng as if this was not her child born in October, but some extremely loathsome enemy.

Shen Qingmeng didn't have the indifference of the teenagers later on, and now he still looks at Shen's mother with a little fear or hope in his eyes, holding back tears, the three-year-old child still doesn't understand what he did wrong, he only knows, everything People say he is guilty and he is wrong, so he is wrong.

When the other people heard Mother Shen's words, they stepped forward one by one to pick up the things, but unfortunately, when they were about to pick them up, Mother Shen stepped on the scroll, and her white and tender feet looked very tender. Pretty and alluring, she looked at the man in the suit with seduction in her eyes.

"Of course it's very easy to want this thing. I have to exchange it for something. All I want is money, a lot of money. As for this scourge." When Mother Shen said this, she glanced at Shen Qingmeng at the side, the corners of her lips raised, contemptuously A sarcastic look.

"You can deal with it however you want, as long as you don't obstruct my eyes anymore." Mother Shen said.

"Then... I don't know, what price you have to pay." Hearing what Mother Shen said, the man in the suit stepped forward, grabbed Mother Shen's ankle, and said with a smile, while holding the scroll of ghost control in his hand. hands.

Shen's mother didn't stop her, and took the initiative to post it, as if she wanted to find someone to rely on for herself. As for Shen Qingmeng's fate, life or death is not very important, as long as he is not dead.

The people around left in a sensible manner, Shen Qingmeng originally wanted to leave, but his foot seemed to have just been broken, and now he looked at everything in front of him with a pale face, with blank panic in his eyes.

"Don't look." Shen Meng's voice.

(End of this chapter)