Bai Yuanshuang looked at Lu Xi blankly and said hesitantly: "Can I really do it?"
"Of course. I have never made a mistake in seeing people's faces." Lu Xi smiled softly, "Even if you don't believe in yourself, you can believe in me."
It takes a long, long time to heal the damage caused to the family of origin.
Bai Yuanshuang is a big star and a popular little girl, but deep down in her heart, she is still the girl who desperately escaped from the mountains when she was fifteen years old.
She tried hard to maintain a perfect facade in front of others, but she was afraid that one day the things she had finally grasped would be lost quietly.
Bai Yuanshuang was stunned for a long time, raised her head and curled her lips: "Lu Xi, thank you."
Lu Xi smiled back: "What you should be grateful for most is yourself. It is your own courage and ability that have changed your own life."
Bai Yuanshuang recalled the past. She was unlucky when she was young, but she finally got rid of it and met with the help of many kind-hearted people.
However, when she thought of this, her eyes darkened: "I have always been lucky. Even when I was young, I had two sisters who protected me, but they..."
Having said this, Bai Yuanshuang covered her face and tears continued to fall from the gaps between her fingers.
Lu Xi knew what she was thinking and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, they have now gotten their revenge and have re-entered reincarnation."
Bai Yuanshuang raised his head and looked over: "Revenge?"
"If there is a grudge, there will be revenge, there will be a grudge for a grudge, the cycle of cause and effect, no one can escape." As he said this, Lu Xi looked in one direction like lightning.
She waved the willow branch in her hand vigorously again, and no one in the corner noticed it. The male ghost who tried to escape was beaten and screamed in agony.
Bai Yuanshuang also raised his eyes and stared. He had forgotten about this disgusting thing just now.
On the ground, a black door filled with sinister air opened. Lu Xi kicked his foot, and the male ghost was kicked into the door.
"That was the Gate of Hell just now?" Bai Yuanshuang said in surprise.
Lu Xi nodded: "Even if he attempts to illegally kill people like him, when he gets to the underworld, he will be fried in a frying pan a thousand and eight hundred times, and then thrown into a pool of blood to be devoured by thousands of ghosts."
"That's good. Such disasters will make his life worse than death." Bai Yuanshuang clapped her hands.
"Don't worry, everything will go as you wish." Lu Xi looked out the window, the night was getting darker and darker, and a storm was coming.
at the same time
A remote mountain village
The couple surnamed Bai received a huge sum of 50,000 yuan and planned to buy a daughter-in-law for their son to come back and carry on the family line.
Dead of night
The woman who was holding the footbath for her husband suddenly had a stiff face and hatred in her eyes. She waved her hand vigorously and poured the slightly hot footbath on her head.
The man took a few mouthfuls of foot wash, became furious, stood up and slapped him in the face: "You want to rebel, don't you? I won't fix you anymore."
As a result, he was slapped backhand by the woman, causing half of his face to become swollen.
The woman picked up the bench that was placed aside and hit him hard on his shoulders, stomach and other parts that would not be directly fatal.
The man wanted to resist at first, but he didn't know why the woman in front of him was so strong that she was unable to resist at all.
The severe pain in his body caused him to scream continuously, start to beg for mercy, and start to call outside for help.
But their thatched house is located in a remote place, and the nearest homes in the same village are dozens or even hundreds of meters away.
Don't say no one heard it, just someone heard it.
Here, it is normal for husbands and wives to fight and fight. As long as no one is killed, who will care about such nosy matters.
The bench was torn apart, and the woman picked up another intact one.
The man's pleas for mercy became weaker and weaker, bleeding from various parts of his body, tears streaming down his face, covering his face.
In his blurred vision, he vaguely saw his wife, who was domestically abusing him, transforming into another person.
Who is that person?
The man thought for a while and then recalled that the eldest daughter was sold by his couple ten years ago and was beaten to death by domestic violence less than a year ago.
When the eldest daughter died, she was probably in as much pain as he was, begging for mercy and help like he was.
But no one paid attention to her.
When she returned to her parents' home, her parents only told her that it was natural for a husband to beat his wife. If you didn't provoke him, how could he beat you?
Some pains require empathy to understand how painful they are.
The man's eyes widened, he spit out a mouthful of blood, his body twitched twice, and finally he refused to rest in silence.
The woman who kept waving the stool finally stopped, put down the stool, and found a rope from somewhere.
The rope was thrown to the beam, and the woman stretched her neck into the rope, then kicked her foot, the stool was knocked down, and she was hanging in mid-air, swaying from side to side.
The corners of her mouth slowly curved into a cheerful arc, but the woman's eyes were full of fear, terror, and regret.
The woman began to struggle desperately, and the sharp nails left more sharp blood marks on her body, but in vain.
A red shadow slowly appeared in front of her eyes.
The woman looked at the red figure in front of her, it was her second daughter who hanged herself at the door seven years ago.
The woman stared, with the remaining fear in her eyes, completely out of breath.
At this time, I don't know if he was awakened by the movement in the room, but a young man walked in, rubbing his eyes and impatiently: "You two old men, you disturbed me to sleep...ah!"
Witnessing the woman hanging from the beam and the man beaten to death on the bed, the young man rolled his eyes and fainted.
When the person wakes up again, he has become a fool, smiling stupidly, and can only say one sentence: Sister, I'm sorry.
This young man is the precious egg of the family, the only one who will inherit the family lineage from now on.
The couple sold three daughters one after another for this precious son.
The young man also hit and scolded the three sisters above him, just like a landlord a hundred years ago yelled at his slaves at will.
Follow the example and follow the example. He followed what his parents did, so he only learned to be selfish, bully the weak and fear the strong.
The law of heaven is clear, and retribution will not be satisfactory.
Looking at this family of three who had received their retribution, the ghosts of the two sisters appeared.
Shortly afterwards, a bull-headed man appeared: "It's time for you to go."
The two sisters bowed and thanked them: "Thank you, sir, for your tolerance and allowing my two sisters to come to this world to avenge themselves."
"Don't thank me. Someone above made the decision for you." Niutou waved his hand and opened the passage to the underworld: "Let's go."
sweet house
The howling wind outside became more and more fierce, and the glass beside the window suddenly burst, and the guests inside were startled.
Lu Xi's face turned cold, and he said to Bai Yuanshuang, who was closest to him: "I have something to go out and will be back later."
After saying that, she jumped up and climbed out of the window.
Bai Yuanshuang and others were startled and rushed to the window, but her figure was no longer visible.
This is the third floor.
Everyone was in shock.
Chief director Hou Guotai was about to cry but had no tears, so he could only force a smile.
Could it be that the feng shui of Sweet House is not good, why guests are having troubles one after another?
Although the heat was there, his middle-aged and elderly heart really couldn't bear it.
