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Black Coffee supported the old lady and tried to run away, but the ghost's voice had a special aura that disturbed his reasoning.

"Jump down, jump down..."

He suddenly lost his self-consciousness, and following the ghost's instructions, he numbly walked to the edge of the roof, and numbly climbed up the concrete railing.

"Young man, don't jump! Come back, come back!" the old lady shouted anxiously, but she was too weak to stop him.

Black Coffee turned a deaf ear to him, opened his arms, and fell headfirst—

"Come back!" With a light shout, Sang Feiwan grabbed the black coffee in mid-air, and it was pulled back by an invisible force and fell heavily back onto the roof.

The dull pain from his back also brought him back to consciousness instantly.

The scene of almost jumping off the building just now is still in my mind, and I broke out in a cold sweat.

When I looked up again, I saw Sang Feiwan wearing a pure black velvet dress, which seemed to blend into the night.

Her fair and delicate face always had a calm and indifferent look, but her dark eyes were rarely tainted with anger: "You actually want to kill someone?"

This was said to the ghost.

When I saw him through surveillance before, he didn't have such a strong murderous aura.

It was just his obsession that made him go astray easily, so Sang Feiwan reminded Black Coffee not to go upstairs and provoke him.

But just a little change was enough to arouse the ghost's strong murderous intent.

If she hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid these two innocent people would have been killed by the devil.

The ghost's killings were interrupted one after another, and his rage became even greater.

He roared, "Who are you? Are you also a resident here? You deserve to die, all of you deserve to die!"

Sang Feiwan said coldly: "People who live here, whether they rent or buy, are legal and reasonable in either case. You can't just kill innocent people because of jealousy."

"I won't accept this, I won't accept this!" the ghost screamed, "Why can't I live here? I built so many houses brick by brick, why don't I even have a place to live?"

The ghost's name is: Chen Jian.

He was a construction worker during his lifetime, moving bricks and building houses on the construction site every day.

There are many real estate projects in this city where he once existed.

When the construction period was not completed, he often lived in the newly built building.

After a long time, he began to fantasize that it would be great if this house belonged to him.

Unfortunately, no matter how well the building is built or how long they live there, people like them are just passers-by and will eventually leave.

He thought that since there was no place for him in the city, he should go back to his hometown. When he made enough money, he could go back to his hometown and build a house.

But on construction sites, a lot of work is outsourced.

He worked hard for a year, but the contractor absconded with the money.

I went to the next level to ask for my salary, but they said that the wages had already been paid and they would not pay again.

Chen Jian is not very educated and does not know how to ask for his salary through legal means, but instead acts on impulse.

He climbed to the roof in a rage and threatened: "If you don't give me money, I will jump off the building!"

Originally, he didn't really want to die, he just wanted to pretend to die and make some noise.

Unexpectedly, he stepped on empty air and fell to death.

After his death, his soul was in a daze, thinking that he was still building a house. Every day, he would hammer and bang on it, making a tapping sound, which the residents downstairs mistakenly thought was the sound of high heels walking.

He was in a daze, but his obsession did not go away.

"Why do I not have a house of my own after working so hard for so many years?"

The obsession became deep-rooted and turned into resentment, and the resentment turned into murderous intent.

Therefore, when he heard the old lady questioning that he was not a resident here, he suddenly became violent and killed people.

Sang Feiwan said: "Now I will give you two choices. If you let go of your obsession, I can send you to the underworld, or your soul will be scattered."

"Leave?" he yelled, "Why do you want me to leave? Why, why!"

He stretched out his ghost hand and attacked Sang Feiwan.

Sang Feiwan's whole body was emitting golden light. When his ghost hand touched the area around the light circle, it was like being burned by fire, and he howled in pain.

Sang Feiwan sneered: "You are too murderous. You will only hurt yourself."

The ghost knew that Sang Feiwan was powerful, so he quickly knelt down and begged: "I died so tragically, please help me, please help me."

Sang Feiwan asked him: "Are you willing to let go of your obsession and leave here?"

The ghost nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes!"

"Then come with me, I will take you to the underworld."

"it is good……"

The ghost said "OK" but the moment Sang Feiwan turned around, he showed his vicious side and pounced on Sang Feiwan.

He doesn't want to go to the underworld, he doesn't want to be reincarnated!

He hated this world and everyone in it. Why were others happier than him? Why didn't he even have a house of his own in his entire life?

Since I died so unfortunately, you can't live well!

The murderous aura was overwhelming, and the cold wind blew, ruffling Sang Feiwan's long hair.

A deep sigh fell in the lonely night, with a bit of helplessness.

She raised her hand and waved it lightly without even turning her head, and easily scared the ghost to death.

Although ghosts have obsessions, most of them can be saved.

But the one just now had obviously changed. Even though Sang Feiwan had given him a chance, he was obsessed with revenge and carried out indiscriminate killings.

Black Coffee didn't see any ghosts from beginning to end, but he could clearly feel the chill around him dissipating.

He asked Sang Feiwan cautiously: "Have you sent her away? She won't come back, will she?"

Sang Feiwan said calmly: "I won't come back again."

The old lady who was almost strangled to death by the ghost just now clearly saw the whole process of the ghost being dispersed from beginning to end.

She sighed regretfully, "Why can't I understand? What if we don't have a house? We can't afford to buy a house, so we can only rent one, but we still live our lives the same way, right?"

Everything in the world has to be earned by yourself, but not everyone can become rich and live the life they want through hard work.

Although you are helpless, if you take revenge on others and make them suffer just because you can't get what you want, then you deserve to die.

Sang Feiwan doesn't kill ghosts easily, but when it's time to do it, he will never show mercy.

At 8: in the morning, the morning meeting had already begun in the meeting room of Kang Kang Hall.

The boss is a man in his forties, arranging work:

"Yesterday, Xiao Zhao had the best performance and won a large order of 100,000. We have almost harvested all the money from these elderly people. Today is our last one. After this one, we will move to another city. Everyone should promote more orders and let those elderly people pay out all their money."

Some employees still had a conscience and couldn't help but say, "Boss, it's not good to cheat too much, right? Some elderly people have a hard time, saving only a small amount of money their whole lives."

The boss glared at him and said, "You know nothing! Those old guys are all very rich, and they can't take their money with them when they die, so why not give it to us? Besides, we're not taking it for nothing, we're selling products and love! Think about your high commission!"