"If it weren't for my father offending the Feng family and owing a huge debt outside! How could I have become the plaything of those old men!"
"But let them insult me! Why did they kill my fiancé? He just wanted to save me... Why did they cut out his tongue, tie him up in the basement and cut him alive with knife after knife?"
The female ghost's shrill cries became more and more deafening. She fell helplessly to the ground, holding her head and crying loudly.
Wen Yang took out a hidden spirit talisman to hide his spiritual power, then slowly walked forward and patted the female ghost on the shoulder.
His voice was quiet, "So in order to avenge your fiancé, you would not hesitate to die and turn into a ghost to demand your life from them?"
The female ghost was slightly startled, her shoulders trembled, and she murmured in a low voice, "Yes... But after I died, I discovered that those black sheep were all carrying purple energy. As soon as I got close, there were signs that my soul would be scattered..."
Wen Yang shook his head and sighed, not feeling sorry for her.
She has never had a good impression of people who commit suicide. Suicide is a kind of bad karma, and due to bad karma, you are destined to fall into hell.
As a human being, no matter what happens, you should not have thoughts of suicide. If you can't do things while alive, why do you think you can do whatever you want after death?
Evil people will have their own retribution. If you take action on your own initiative, even if you punish the evil person, you will completely lose the chance of reincarnation and suffer torture in hell.
However, now that she has met this female ghost, she will not ignore it.
Moreover, through the female ghost's face, Wen Yang could tell that her fiancé's soul was still locked in the basement of a certain villa here, suffering the pain of his life over and over again, unable to escape.
Wen Yang took out a bright green vase from the cloth bag, pointed it in its direction and said, "I still have something to do. If you want me to help you, just come in first and I will solve your problem after I finish my work.
"
The female ghost was stunned. She didn't have high hopes at first, but when she saw what Wen Yang was holding in her hand, her eyes instantly changed from pain to joy.
Ruyi cleans the bottle!
It is said to be the best container for cultivating the soul and improving spiritual power! I didn’t expect that the beautiful young lady in front of me, who looks so delicate and frail, actually has such a Taoist holy object!
It seems that he has found the right person. She has deep spiritual energy and a magic weapon, so she can definitely help him realize his last wish!
"Thank you, by the way, my name is Zhou He." The female ghost thanked her sincerely, then turned into a wisp of red smoke and got into the bottle.
Wen Yang put away the Ruyi Purifying Bottle and glanced at the hazy sky not far away, with a bit of ridicule in his eyes.
Sure enough, in this rich area where every inch of land is precious, a human life is worth less than a dog's life.
And buried here are not just the dead souls of Zhou He and her fiancé...
…
"Mr. Feng, the company's key investment projects in the second half of the year will mainly focus on the film and television industry. Among them, "Return Date" is widely known by netizens as a fairy tale theme. Through market research..."
The top level of the Feng Group.
Lin Yan, senior manager of the marketing department, was holding the meeting minutes in her hand and was seriously reporting to her boss.
The man in the wheelchair was wearing a sky blue shirt, and his thin and long fingers were caressing a small velvet box unconsciously.
Under the interplay of light and shadow, those peach blossom eyes appear deep and cold, and the finely carved facial features are like the ascetic gods walking down in the painting, which makes people's hearts quicken.
After Lin Yan finished speaking, she secretly looked at Feng Lingche's heroic and arrogant features with the tips of her eyes.
The gleaming light in her eyes made her pretty face even more charming.
However, the noble, cold and arrogant man's mind was not here. He looked out the window, his black pupils as deep as a deep pool, making it difficult to tell what he was thinking.
Lin Yan felt itchy in her heart, and just as she was about to speak, there was a sudden knock on the office door at an inappropriate time.
Assistant Jiang Ci rushed in from outside, holding a tablet in his hand, and handed it to Feng Lingche who was sitting behind the desk.
"Lord Buddha, this is the surveillance video of Rose Manor last night."
Feng Lingche hummed, put the velvet box into his pocket, and lit a cigarette.
Through the blue-white smoke, he saw the beautiful arc in the little girl's cold, mist-like eyes when he appeared, and he also saw her vomiting blood after she fainted, driven by the cold air in his body.
, and did not let go of his hand.
His handsome face, which had always been calm and composed, had rare cracks.
Feng Lingche's eyelashes were slightly drooped, and her thick and long eyelashes left a faint shadow on her face.
Why did he get hurt like this and finally leave?
Jiang Ci originally didn't understand the reason why Fo Ye sent him to adjust the surveillance as soon as he arrived at the company, until he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the little fairy appearing in the camera out of the corner of his eye, and immediately covered his mouth with one hand!
Damn it!!!
Isn’t this his little fairy?!
After rescuing the old man during the day, he went to Buddha’s house to save him at night??
This is not a fairy, she is clearly an angel!!
Jiang Ci was still immersed in worship and couldn't extricate himself, when Feng Lingche suddenly called his name.
He forced himself to calm down, suppressed his trembling body with excitement and replied, "Lord Buddha, I am here!!"
Feng Lingche was confused by his voice. She turned her head and glanced at him, frowning, "Why are you shaking?"
Jiang Ci said calmly, "It's okay, Lord Buddha, I'm hot."
Feng Lingche glanced at the suddenly cooling weather, "?"
He closed his eyes and put his cold fingertips on his temples, "Have someone clean up the second floor of Yufengyuan and go to the hospital to take the old man home."
Jiang Ci: "???"
Yufeng Garden? Isn't this the villa that Buddha bought for the old man?
Jiang Ci's eyes rolled around, and finally landed on the little fairy's slender figure with skin as thick as gelatin, bulging front and back, and a smile suddenly appeared at the corners of her mouth!
Oh~~he knows!
Lord Buddha is in a hurry to bring his benefactor to meet his parents!
Lin Yan stood aside and listened to the interaction between the master and the servant, and the more she listened, the more panicked she became.
I couldn't help but step forward and take a look at the screen on the tablet.
My back instantly stiffened!
Who is this woman in the surveillance video? Why can she hold Mr. Feng’s hand??!
Also, where is Yufeng Garden?
Mr. Feng has another family? Could it be that the rumors are completely false? In fact, Mr. Feng has been secretly married for a long time?
The continuous blows made Lin Yan a little unsteady, and her high heels rubbed against the ground, making a slight "click" sound.
Only then did Feng Lingche notice her, raised his head slightly, frowned and asked, "Why are you still here?"
Lin Yan: "..."
After walking out of the CEO's office, she was about to catch up with Jiang Ci and ask for details.
However, he found that Jiang Ci felt like the wind was blowing on his feet. He was wearing high heels and was about to burst into flames, but he couldn't catch up with anyone.
In the end, he could only stop where he was, panting, looking at the afterimage left by Jiang Ci, and stamped his feet unwillingly.
…
afternoon.
Feng Lingche was still in a meeting at the company when she received a call from Yu Fu, the housekeeper of Rose Manor.
"Lord Buddha! There is a guest at home and he wants to see you!"
Feng Lingche frowned slightly, and his cold and arrogant black eyes were filled with impatience, "Are you very idle? Do you have to report this kind of thing?"
The Feng Family is an unparalleled existence in the imperial capital. On weekdays, it is natural that the wealthy and nobles line up to visit in person.
If everyone had to report to him every time he came, he would be busy just answering the phone that day.
"No, it's not..." Yu Fu was so excited that he almost stuttered, "This time is different!"
"This lady...she said...she is here to marry you!"
marry?
Feng Lingche looked slightly startled. He glanced at the senior executives sitting opposite him and waved his hands gently. After they all left the office, he asked in a deep voice, "...What does she look like?"