Chase a warlock as a wife

Chapter 145 145 Parents
After Ziqing finished speaking, she glanced at the woman and raised a nice smile, "I saw this with my own eyes."

The woman clutched her chest and felt a little scared. Telling ghost stories in the middle of the night is really a bit intrusive!
"Why is this child talking about this in the middle of the night?" The woman obviously didn't believe it. Why did she wait so long for the report if there was retribution.

"Why do you say that the legend of the Eighteen Hells has been circulating for so long? Is it really a fabrication? Maybe there are, and there is also the ghost gate opened on the Ghost Festival. Why do people still believe in these customs? There is no such thing after death. Is it a sin? I don’t believe it. My grandfather said that people have to atone for their sins after death. You can only reincarnate if you have to atone for your sins. It is said that your parents can also atone for you. Your mother died very early. Well, it seems to be an accident, what a coincidence, you can avoid it by one step away, what a pity, do you think this is the retribution that God gave you? Hey, why is there a young man standing next to you? Long He is quite beautiful, 1.8 meters tall, and his hair is combed to a point like Aaron Kwok, and there is a mole near the corner of his eye, do you know him? Why does he look at you with a resentful expression?"

Ziqing suddenly changed the subject, and there was a hint of coldness in her delicate smile.

"You, you...don't talk nonsense, I don't know Wang Ming at all." The woman waved her hands in panic.

Ziqing stood up and piled the last bit of paper money into the fire. These paper money were burned for the original owner and mother Xiao Hong. Every year she would burn money for worship. She never forgot that it used to be burned in the cemetery. It happened to burn here.

Ziqing looked down at her from above, her eyes were cold, "When did I say his name is Wang Ming? Are you calling yourself?"

"You, who are you?" The woman fell to the ground in fright.

"I...I'm the ghost messenger!" Ziqing was full of energy, the void began to flicker black and red, and the space was shaking without wind, his voice had a frightening echo, and the whole person was also bright and dark. It's very infiltrating.

"I, I... I don't believe it, don't scare me, don't come to me, I didn't hit you, I was forced, I talked for you, and I got slapped a few times, I'm just a little girl The police, they don't listen to me at all..." The woman sat on the ground and broke down crying.

It was that night that she kept crying in fear. That man occupied her for so many years, and he refused to let her go after getting married. She is glamorous, but in fact she lives in fear every day, and she wants to cry every time the phone rings.

"This is your retribution, the sea of ​​bitterness is boundless and you will be right." Ziqing once again used her magic power to pretend to be imposing.

The woman hugged her head and sobbed, Ziqing shook her head, who could be blamed for today's ending by just one step.

"I'll come to you again." After Ziqing finished speaking, she went straight back to the 84 Haodian through the night.

As soon as the woman looked up, Qing disappeared, and she screamed in fright, "Ah!"

In the middle of the night, there was no one on the street at all, and the whole road could be seen at a glance. How did Ziqing disappear?I didn't see her leave either.

The woman was so scared that she left in a panic, ran home quickly, and accidentally dropped a bracelet. Seeing this mahogany bergamot bracelet, Wang Ming picked it up and went back to shop No. 84.

"I picked this up." Wang Ming handed the things to Ziqing.

Ziqing sneered while holding the bergamot bracelet, "Even the Buddha refuses to bless him, it seems that he is really exhausted."

"How about I take you to meet your parents?" Ziqing said suddenly.

"Can you?" Wang Ming suddenly became excited.

"You can write a few words to your parents." Ziqing took out a piece of paper and handed it to him.

"Thank you."

Wang Ming sat at the table and thought for a long time, and finally drew a cartoon, which was a happy family together. Later, the boy died and fell to the ground. Later, his parents were sad, and the boy was like an angel anxiously on top of his parents. There is nothing to do with jumping feet. The last painting is the parents holding hands to see the scenery outside, with smiles on their faces.

He hopes that his parents can look away a little bit, let him go and punish him, so that he can live a happier life in his later years.

There was not a word in the whole process, and these paintings made people cry.

"I finished it." Wang Ming handed the paper to Ziqing.

"Okay, let's go."

Ziqing took him to his parents' residence. Because his parents refused to compromise and wanted justice for their son, they lived in a wooden house next to the work shed. The environment was very poor. There is a breakfast stand here, because the old couple have affordable food and love cleanliness, so all the nearby residents come here to eat, and the business is good.

Ziqing knocked on the old couple's room, the door opened, the old lady looked a little old, "May I ask who are you?"

"I'm a friend of Wang Ming, I'm here to give you something." Ziqing smiled.

"Mingming? Then come in." The old lady obviously didn't believe it but let Ziqing enter the room anyway.

The room was too small, there was no room for a bed and a table, and the whole room seemed terribly aggrieved. The old man sat on the bed counting dim sums, and raised his head to look at Ziqing with a puzzled expression.

It was late at night, and it was almost dawn, and they got up to prepare for breakfast.

"I'm Wang Ming's friend. I came here to visit your elder. He asked me to give you something. Believe it or not, don't act rashly in the near future. The old man said that good and evil will be rewarded in the end. Trust me. It's all over." Ziqing stood in front of them with a faint smile.

Wang Ming cried a lot. He hadn't seen him for more than ten years. Why are his parents so old? They are so poor and old. It's like a steel knife piercing his heart.

Ziqing turned her head and glanced at Wang Ming, "Don't be sad, I've shown it to your parents, he's a person with future blessings. Don't be too sad."

"Who are you talking to? Is it He Mingming? Did Mingming come to see us?" The old lady suddenly came to her senses, holding Ziqing's hand with her rough hands, with old tears in her eyes.

"Don't talk nonsense, who are you, we have never done a bad thing in our life, are you going to poke our hearts?" The old man felt that Ziqing was a liar, so he deliberately came to torment his wife.

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe me, this is for you." Ziqing took out the painting drawn by Wang Ming.

The old lady snatched it up, howled and cried after watching it, and couldn't stop the sadness in her heart. Her son is so outstanding, God is jealous!Why don't these people who kill thousands of knives die?

"This is my son's painting. Look, it's his handwriting." The old lady fell limp on the bed from crying and couldn't get up.

"This is really my son's handwriting." The old man also held the painting and wept extremely excitedly, with tears streaming down his face, and his figure became more and more stooped.

　There are two updates today, it’s too late for something, I’ll make it up for everyone later
　　
　
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