Muchuan and Xiang Wan

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Xu Zhaodi covered his mouth, opened his eyes wide, and almost called out.

The small town beside her squeezed her wheelchair handle, and her hands were shaking nervously.

Pounding!

Pounding!

The strange sound of collision, I do not know the heartbeat from the person, or the string of wind chimes on the lintel.

However, Zhao Jiahang in the dark light seems to be unconscious, and he can't see anyone hiding in the dark at all.

He slowly walked toward the spiritual position in the living room.

Stepped over the grass and trees, leaving a series of footprints——

Approaching, approaching. He stood in front of the spirit case and stared at his spirit card.

Through the dim light of the two candles in the spiritual case, Xu Zhaodi finally saw his face—

Oh no! That is no longer a normal face.

The two eyes seemed to fall from their orbits, blood was flowing, the cheekbones were purple, and there were **** bruises on the lips. The dead come out no different from the ghosts and zombies in the movie.

"Big Master..."

Xu Zhaodi's teeth were trembling, and he wished to tug the monk's clothes.

The monk closed his eyes slightly and gave her a "slightly safe" look.

"The female donor is just an illusion."

Illusion...A person who doesn't exist?

But their conversation clearly shocked Zhao Jiahang's soul.

His stiff shoulders moved, moved, and slowly, he turned around, a pair of empty **** eyes facing Xu Zhaodi's direction.

A little hesitation. He passed.

step. Two steps. Three steps.

On the ground, a series of footsteps, like his fearful face, did not show any popularity.

"Slut, are you?"

A sound like a voice coming from the Yin and Yang world, hoarse and low, such as the death knell that broke the leak, it was difficult to hear the extreme, and it also made Xu Zhaodi and her wheelchair become sculptures together.

Time seems to freeze.

Xu Zhaodi seemed to see him laughing.

In that smile, their past fog threw like a thick fog.

The sharp pain pierced her heart, and Xu Zhaodi's lips were shaking.

"No... not me. Don't blame me, please... don't blame me..."

...

"Bitch!"

"Bitch!"

"Bitch!"

Zhao Jiahang didn't know what anger he was venting, and there was a kind of pain in his voice.

"It was you who killed me, you killed me—"

Hate. Hate. Too hate. Very hate.

His words were filled with deep sadness and anger, almost irrepressible.

Moreover, his feet moved forward, not as normal people move, every step is stiff like a corpse.

Finally, he would walk to Xu Zhaodi's face, as if she could be seen, with a sullen chill.

"Bitch, what do you say?"

Xu Zhaodi leaned back, his head almost fell into Xiaocheng's arms, and the depressed roar was as sharp as a broken gong.

"I haven't. It's you who forced me--the person who killed her is not me, it's you! It's you!"

"Hehehe!"

With a weird smile, Zhao Jiahang took another step.

"Then you come with me... go to Lord Yan to make an argument!"

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, five chicken-paw-like hands, terrifying, and when he lifted it, blood flew down and splashed on Xu Zhaodi's white gauze.

"Ah!" she exclaimed, "Master, save me!"

The monk sitting on the futon closed his eyes, as the old monk entered, "The donor, everything is a phantom, an illusion. Color is empty, empty is color, color is empty, empty is color..."

"Can't you see him?"

Xu Zhaodi growled, turned his head in disbelief, and stared at the small town. "Did you see the small town? ... Did you see him?"

Xiaocheng looked at her suspiciously.

Then, shaking his head, his eyes were confused.

"Madam... Look, what did you see?"

"Ah! Ah!" Xu Zhaodi was frightened.

Her boneless hands covered her ears and tried to cover her face in panic.

In the living room, the horrifying music sounds drifted into the ear from some corner, permeating into the bone, making her sweaty.

"Impossible! There are no ghosts in this world. No ghosts!"

"I'm not a ghost." Zhao Jiahang stood in the dark light, and the blood on his body was scattered on the grass and ash. "Not a ghost... what is that?"

He was talking, his voice was smiling, but his mouth was not open, only blood shed from the corner of his mouth!

The picture is too dull!

The horror on Xu Zhaodi's face reached its extreme, and he was lying in a wheelchair, rubbing his forehead desperately, trying to calm himself.

"No, don't do that. Jiahang, a couple of hundred days in a day, me, I have never treated you badly. If it weren't for me, you might just be a poor boy selling fish in your life..."

"Even if I sell fish, I'm at least alive!"

"I'm sorry I'm first..."

"So, you can kill me?"

"I didn't kill you!" Xu Zhaodi exclaimed and covered her mouth in a panic. "The person who killed you is Tian Xiaoya! She is going to kill you!"

"The one who limits me to solve their mother and child in a week, is it you? Tell Tian Xiaoya that I will kill their mother and child, and you?"

Xu Zhaodi looked straight at Zhao Jiahang in front of him like a ghost.

It seemed as if he was breathing slowly, as if he had entered another vortex, his eyes did not move for a long time.

The blood on Zhao Jiahang's face seemed to be draining, and his eyes turned into two blood holes. "...It's you, you vicious woman! You are borrowing a knife to kill people, let us kill each other, you sit and harvest!"

"Yu Li? What is Yu Li? What have I got?"

Looking at the empty dark candlelight, Xu Zhaodi's whole body was already crazy.

"Hehehehe! Why don't you think about it, your greed killed yourself? If you don't want money and reputation, where can you be a lover and murder your unborn biological son? The children are formed, long hands. Is it right? Can you call my father in three months? But Zhao Jiahang, you killed him... you killed the child!"

She roared loudly.

That scream scared the town!

He took a step back, and retreated to the "entrance" monk.

Xu Zhaodi clasped the wheelchair with both hands, his arms were shaking, and he was completely out of control.

"Everything is your own sin! I love you so much, but you betrayed me and calculated me! It was you who wanted my money to be with me, and was not willing to be controlled by my family. Zhao Jiahang, why did I have a car accident? Don't think I don’t know it’s you who moved your hand. The driver is a cousin of your hometown. He deliberately broke into the bus lane. Didn’t it come from your advice?"

"Hehehehe!" Zhao Jiahang stared at her with a weird smile, "You're wrong. It's not me."

Xu Zhaodi was struck by thunder and was shocked there.

"No matter how much money, how could it be possible to buy a life? No matter how poor my cousin is, where is he willing to take his life? You are too stupid! Except for Tian Xiaoya, I have never lied to you... those years , My love for you, all the things I told you in those years are sincere."

"You still want to quibble! If it weren't for your greed, black heart, bad heart, we won't go to today..."

"Today. What's wrong with today?" Zhao Jiahang's voice was quiet, and he laughed harder than crying. "Today I've been walking with my wife and children on Huangquan Road. Pity you... Alone and lonely. People are better than ghosts, people are not as good as ghosts..."

The three "not as good as ghosts" angered Xu Zhaodi again.

Both her body and her body shivered and scolded at Zhao Jiahang.

"I'm better than you! I'm at least alive and have a breathable body. Look at you, like, even a dog on the street..."

"Hehehehe!" Zhao Jiahang sneered, "You are not as good as a dog soon."

Xu Zhaodi was startled.

Zhao Jiahang took another step and smiled weirdly, "Do you think the policemen are stupid, can you be tricked by you? You forced me to kill Tian Xiaoya, afraid I wouldn't do anything and give me medicine and then buy a doctor to do my heart Terrier’s death certificate. He also instructed Tian Xiaoya to do things in my car in advance—"

"No! I don't want to kill you, I don't want to!"

Xu Zhaodi watched him approach and covered his face, not looking directly at him.

"...I just want you to discover her spiciness and find that she is a bad woman and don't like her anymore... Then, you can come back to me."

Zhao Jiahang sneered, "Do you think I will believe you? If it is not you, why are you afraid that things will be exposed, using Wang Tongsheng's sexual orientation unknown to outsiders... forcing him to run away in the middle of the night, leading the police to find him, and then forcing him to confess to the murder? ?"

"Hahaha!" Xu Zhaodi laughed insanely. "Is he stupid? If I force him, he will go? The shame of sexual orientation can be more important than life?"

"For some people, it is indeed more important than life." Zhao Jiahang's voice was colder. "What's more, you are so smart, of course, it will be seamless. You pretend to be Narita Xiaoya, let Wang Tongsheng think that she is really alive, Let him believe... If he doesn't confess, you will kill Tian Xiaoya and the fetus in her womb. How dare he not follow? He loves me so much and swears to keep my only bone blood in the world, you Use his feelings shamefully, a **** feeling..."

Zhao Jiahang's voice is much calmer than before, and he doesn't speak like a "soul" at all.

It is a pity that Xu Zhaodi, who is completely controlled by the psychological hint, can no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.

The woman who is controlled by emotion and even crazy is sad.

She was tightly controlled by hatred, and the words were ashamed, and her body stood up from the wheelchair.

Yes, she stood up. Angrily stood up, pointing at Zhao Jiahang howling.

"Yes, everyone loves you. Even if you don't love you at the beginning, you will fall in love with you in the end. But you? Who do you love? Who do you say you love? The one who used to die and live to say love me forever Who is the man? Who is the man who told Tian Xiaoya to protect their mother and son who will never abandon and never betray? Who is the man who knows Wang Tongsheng is secretly in love with him and brazenly uses him?"

"he died."

Zhao Jiahang said slowly: "You were killed."

Xu Zhaodi was shocked that his voice had become clear, and he was awake suddenly, sober.

"you--"

"Tian Xiaoya! Don't plead guilty yet?"

clang! The lights in the living room are all on.

"Zhao Jiahang" standing in the house suddenly pulled off the mask on his face, stroked his hair, and took a long breath.

"It's suffocating bad master! This year's Oscar won't award me a prize, it's hard to understand!"

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Everyone said, this year's Oscar, do we want to give us the right five?