Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Listening to his son's screams, Jiang Chuhong's whole body was not well.

She instinctively wanted to turn around and leave, unwilling to look, but her subconsciousness seemed to be locked in a firm yoke and nailed her to death.

He couldn't even look away.

In this way, she forcibly watched the whole process of her son's execution and watched him finally disappear into the pan.

The whole person was trembling like chaff, and the sense of fear deep into the bone marrow, as if all this was not a dream, but a picture of real existence.

However, after the execution of the oil pan was over, it was pushed away by the group of demons and ghosts.

Jiang Chuhong was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

But then, on both sides of the road ahead, two rows of blue ghost fire suddenly screamed.

On the other side of the road, people were fascinated, and soon she saw four handsome men in strange official uniforms walking towards her.

"Jiang Chuhong, do you know that you are guilty?"

The man in the lead sneered coldly, and Jiang Chuhong felt that his legs were out of control again, and knelt down straight.

When she was asked panicked and confused, she subconsciously replied: "I, what am I guilty of? I have no sin! No!"

"You are innocent in the world, but in the world, you are already guilty!"

The man took out a memorial and read it blankly.

"Jiang Chuhong, you have a vicious and gloomy mind, and you used the method of intolerance of heaven and earth to mix the ashes of your stepdaughter with black dog blood, which has been formally accepted by the Hades of my Yin Cao Jifu."

"Three days later, it will be the day when your life is exhausted. At that time, you will be detained and returned to the underworld and accept the final punishment!"

After speaking, the four beautiful men flashed and disappeared in front of Jiang Chuhong.

Immediately afterwards, a group of evil spirits with their teeth and claws suddenly rushed towards her...

"……what!!"

After a scream, Jiang Chuhong opened his eyes abruptly and sat up straight from the bed.

Pajamas have long been soaked in cold sweat.

She was dull for a while, subconsciously slapped her face that was chilling with fright.

Is this a dream?

This dream is too real, right?

Jiang Chuhong took a few deep breaths before she was slightly relieved from the boundless fear.

She got out of bed and decided to cool down by pouring a glass of water.

But only when I put on the slippers, I saw a little strange feeling from the corner of the eye.

The woman halted suddenly, stiffening her body and turning her face mechanically.

I saw that the memorial that convicted her in the dream was lying on her bedside table at this time!

...

After that, Jiang Chuhong was unsure all day, full of dreams and the memorial in the bag.

I even made mistakes many times at work.

She really had no choice but to take a leave of absence the next day and decided to look for the old Taoist who gave her black dog blood.

However, when she came to the small shop deep in the alley, she found that the old Taoist priest was no longer there.

Instead, a handsome young man who looked less than twenty years old sat at the old rosewood counter to read ancient books.

"can I help you?"

The young man didn't lift his head, and asked in a dumb voice.

After a pause, he continued, "Are you Ms. Jiang Chuhong? The master has gone, and he said that you will come back to him one day, and the disciples are here to wait for you."

"..."

Jiang Chuhong thought for a while, and finally gritted his teeth, took out the memorial, and passed it in front of at least Nian.

Anxiously asked, "Little Master, can you help me see, what is this?"