When the magic stick summons cute pets

When Cheng Shimiao heard that the people around her had lost their movement, she turned her head slightly and glanced at her.The gaze slowly slid from Wang Jin's face to her heart, paused for a moment, then got up and took the cup and teapot on the table to the kitchen to wash them.

After washing the tea set, put it in the cabinet, then went to Aunt Wang's room on the first floor and knocked on the door. Seeing someone leaning inside, she smiled and said, "Auntie, I remember your girl is going to move recently, right?"

"Miss still remembers this." Aunt Wang rubbed her hands, nodded and said, "Isn't it true that I've been tossing around recently."

Cheng Shimiao looked at her and said, "My aunt has been working hard at our house for the past few years, and I don't usually have much rest. Today I will give you half a month's leave. You can go back to your girl's house and have a look."

Aunt Wang was startled, and said nervously: "Miss, is there something wrong with me——"

"It's okay, this is a paid leave. Aunt Jin and I have already discussed it, so you can go back first." Cheng Shimiao waved his hand, although his expression was calm, but his tone could not be refused, "Half a month later Just come back."

Aunt Wang felt apprehensive, but she couldn't say anything more, so she packed up some things in the house and left.

As soon as the only servant in the house left, there were only her and Wang Jin who fell into a coma in the living room.Standing in front of her, Cheng Shimiao looked down at Wang Jin's well-maintained face, the corners of her lips were raised, and a frightening hostility and hatred finally undisguisedly turned up in her eyes.

When Wang Jin woke up, there was darkness everywhere. At first, she thought it was getting late, but soon, the abnormal sense of restraint all over her body let her know that her eyes were tied with a black cloth, and she was bound by tape and confined on the bed. superior.

Huge fear spread in Wang Jin's heart. She stared wide-eyed at the darkness in front of her, struggling desperately, the handcuffs on her hands collided with the head of the bed, but other than that, the whole room was silent. It was all dead silent, and almost no other movement could be heard.

After struggling for 10 minutes, Wang Jin, who finally ran out of strength, finally stopped his movements panting, and lay stiffly on the bed, listening to his own heartbeat, constantly guessing what Cheng Shimiao wanted. treat her.

Apart from them, there is only one old servant who lives in the house now, but that servant's heart is obviously on that dead girl. Even if she asks for help, I don't know if she will help.

As for Cheng Pan—Wang Jin felt a little desperate.

Cheng Pan was negotiating a project recently, and he was too busy to touch the ground.I haven't been at home for the past two months, and I shouldn't be in City X for the next half a month or so.

——It was precisely because of this that she had the courage to attack Cheng Shimiao at this time.But now stealing chickens is not enough to lose money, if Cheng Shimiao wants to do something to her, she will cry every day, and the earth will not work!

I stayed in the completely dark space without moving for an unknown amount of time, until Wang Jin felt that he was about to collapse in this darkness, when suddenly the door opened with a "squeak" sound, and then, It was the "crack" sound made by the friction between the heels and the ground, and immediately after, someone walked up to the head of her bed, grabbed the cloth strip over her eyes and pulled it violently, and a bright light swept directly towards her eyes. Come, let her tilt her head slightly and close her eyes in pain.

"Aunt Jin, did you sleep well?" Cheng Shimiao pulled up a chair and sat beside her, smirking slightly and looking down at her, with a soft voice, "Sleeping pills for five people... you What a luxury. Because of you, I haven't dared to close my eyes at night for too long."

After finally getting used to the light, Wang Jincheng finally opened his eyes and looked at Shi Miao's more and more eerie face. After a while, he moved his lips tremblingly: "Killing... murdering is... breaking the law... "

"Breaking the law?" Cheng Shimiao repeated, chewing the two words for a while, and then smiled softly.

She lowered her eyes, and handcuffed Wang Jin, put one hand in her palm and watched carefully.On those slender and delicate fingers, the rose-red nails with sequins were shining brightly under the light, making the whole hand more white and attractive.

"Aunt Jin, your hands are so beautiful. They are completely different from the hands that were used to doing farm work when I first met you seven years ago... It's just that the nails are a bit gaudy." The corners of the lips curled up. The arc is even bigger, "But after all, she is a woman who climbed up by her face, with shallow eyelids, and I can't blame you."

Wang Jin looked at Cheng Shimiao's soft and delicate words, but took out a nail scissors in his hand, and his body trembled even more: "You...what do you want to do!"

"The nails don't look good. If you go out like this, Aunt Jin, the rich wife of the other family will laugh at you." Cheng Shimiao smiled, "After all, you are so kind to me, and I can't treat you badly. Come on, let me help you. You fix it."

As he spoke, he pinched her fingers with one hand, and took the nail scissors with the other hand and cut them off without hesitation.

"what--!"

The sharp pain from the fingertips made Wang Jin scream, and Cheng Shimiao smiled and looked at her, and said softly: "Aunt Jin, why do you move carefully, I won't be able to cut you if you move. Why, did you get the meat?" Looking down at the bleeding fingertips, he smiled and said, "Does it hurt?"

Tears welled up in Wang Jin's eyes, and the pain in her fingers was secondary, but now Cheng Shimiao was so frightening to her, she could hardly imagine what she would do to her next.

"Miao Miao, I was wrong, I was really wrong!" Wang Jin cried, "I shouldn't be obsessed with ghosts, I shouldn't do that kind of thing! But Miao Miao, you are breaking the law, think about your father , your father knows how worried you will be if you do this, please let me go, I will never dare again. "

"My dad?" Cheng Shimiao smiled, and cut Wang Jin's nails carefully with lowered eyes. In Jin's heart, she was so frightened that she almost fainted, "You said if my dad knew that you gave me drugs, guess what would happen to your entire Wang family except you?"

Looking at the clipped nails to the light, he hooked his lips in satisfaction, and his black eyes looked deeper under his pale face, "I remember your dad passed his [-]th birthday not long ago? You said he If there is a car accident at this age, will you be able to stand up and walk again?"

Wang Jin's face turned pale: "You...you can't...my dad has done nothing wrong...you can't..."

"I can." Cheng Shimiao slowly slid the nail clippers from Wang Jin's forehead, and then stopped on her eyelids, smiling sweetly, "The biggest mistake of your father is that you have a daughter named Wang Jin .Only this one is enough for him to die [-] times.”

As he spoke, he cut it with a "click" towards her trembling eyelids.

Wang Jin was so frightened that she closed her eyes and screamed crazily. She screamed so miserable that her voice almost pierced other people's eardrums.

But Cheng Shimiao laughed happily when she heard it. She took back the nail clippers, looked at the cut eyelashes on the nail clippers, and looked at her with her eyes closed, shaking like chaff, laughing endlessly : "What are you afraid of? Afraid that I will abuse you? Don't worry, you don't deserve my dirty hands."

The voice suddenly became low, and the smile on his face was bright and strange: "I will be the person in the world who most wishes you a long life."

Wang Jin opened her eyes tremblingly. She looked at Cheng Shimiao who seemed to be a different person, and found that she had really not seen clearly the nature of this seemingly withdrawn young lady for so many years. Crying so hard that he could hardly speak: "You, you...what do you want...to do to me...?"

"doing what?"

Cheng Shimiao pulled Wang Jin's hair and stood up, with a sweet but ruthless smile on her face: "Yesterday I drank the orange juice you gave me and went out in a daze, and even stayed out at night, are you very happy?" I thought that I might have been hit by a car without paying attention or fell into the river accidentally, and the worst thing was that I was taken back and ruined by someone "picking up the corpse" outside. Isn't it so beautiful that you can't sleep all night, Can't resist going out early in the morning to get a haircut?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I was wrong...I really know I was wrong!" The pain of scalp pulling made Wang Jin break down and cry, and she apologized desperately, "I was really fascinated by ghosts, you give me A chance... Please, I won't dare anymore... Please, please let me go, I will divorce your father when he comes back, I will get out, get far away, and I won't dirty you again Eyes... Please, don't hurt me!"

"Divorce?" Cheng Shimiao smiled softly. She took out a sharp art knife from the bedside, and used the back of the knife to gently draw lines on Wang Jin's face. Does the real Mrs. Cheng of the Cheng family want to squeeze into the upper-class circle and be famous? Are you willing to divorce?"

"I'll leave, I'll leave!" Wang Jin stared nervously at the utility knife in Cheng Shimiao's hand, she held her breath and even suppressed the panting caused by crying, "Tomorrow... No, no, today, I'm going to sign the divorce agreement right away. I don't want anything, I'll leave immediately after leaving the house! Miao Miao, Miao Miao, don't be impulsive!"

Cheng Shimiao sneered, raised the utility knife in her hand, and slashed at her hair.

"Ah!! Murder! Help! Help!!"

Seeing that the sharp knife was about to stab her, Wang Jin lowered her head desperately and cried and screamed in fear for a moment. Because of the extreme fear, she even lost control of her lower body. The stain gradually expanded, and a pungent smell of urine also spread in the small room.

Cheng Shimiao looked at Wang Jin's ugliness, threw the long curly hair she cut off into the trash can in disgust, looked down at her condescendingly, and said in a cold voice, "Aunt Jin, sometimes I I really pity you." She put away the utility knife and smiled casually, "I said, I won't kill you, and I will pray to God more than anyone else that you can live a long life."

Wang Jin looked at her with teary eyes. Although she didn't suffer any substantial harm, she was on the verge of collapse after being frightened a few times. She said hoarsely, "...What exactly do you want?"

Cheng Shimiao seemed to be thinking for a while, and suddenly, as if thinking of something, her thin lips evoked a faint smile, and she shifted her gaze to her face again, with a soft and mysterious voice : "Wang Jin, do you think there are ghosts in the world?"

Wang Jin thought that Cheng Shimiao said this to ridicule her, but when she raised her eyes to look at her, the moment their eyes collided, she read a strange expression from Cheng Shimiao's eyes. Seriously, that kind of serious expression made goosebumps all over her body in an instant, and made her even a little creepy: "What do you mean... Are you asking me now to blame me?"

Cheng Shimiao shook her head. She looked at Wang Jin with a cold and compassionate expression: "I used to think there was no such thing, but now I know that there are really ghosts in this world." She smiled suddenly and slowly He raised his hand confidently, "If you don't believe me, look."

Wang Jin looked blankly at the direction of Cheng Shimiao's finger, and saw that the chandelier hanging above his head suddenly flickered a few times, then went out, and the whole room returned to darkness.

But it's not completely dark.

Street lights outside the house slanted in through the curtains, allowing the whole room to vaguely see the outlines of things.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Jin was in the darkness, and suddenly heard a small sound, and then, a burst of eerie titters sounded one after another, Wang Jin lay on the bed, and vaguely saw that in the darkness, there should be only her Suddenly something extra appeared in the room with Cheng Shimiao.

--what is that?

Wang Jin rolled his eyes uneasily: "Miao, Miao Miao, what is that? What is that! Don't scare me..."

"What is it?" In the darkness, Cheng Shimiao's laughter was particularly sinister. She spoke slowly, word by word, "You can see for yourself, don't you know?" As she spoke, she walked slowly to the door There was another "squeak", pushed the door open and walked out.

Although it only took a moment to open the door, the light from the corridor allowed Wang Jin to get a clear glimpse of what was going on in the room: those vague shadows were three or four children.It's just that they are different from the other children, some of these children have no head, some have no legs, all of them are floating in mid-air, looking at her from a short distance away, grinning at her with their rotten faces.

"what--!!!"

Intense screams came muffled through the wooden door, and Cheng Shimiao slid down little by little with her back against the door. Although her entire face was distorted by the pain of drug addiction, her mood was abnormal pleasure.

A pair of feet slowly appeared in her lowered eyes, she raised her head with difficulty, facing Ye Changsheng's black eyes smiling into the shape of the moon, reluctantly bent the corners of her lips, nodded at him and said: "Thank you... Ye Tianshi, I can't hold it anymore..." She bit her tongue hard, using the pain to try her best to stay awake, "Next, I will... trouble you."

Ye Changsheng stretched out his hand and pulled Cheng Shimiao up: "You really don't want to go to the hospital?"

Cheng Shimiao shook her head, her whole body was twitching, her eyes were very slack, and she spoke incoherently: "I, I will... get through it..."

Ye Changsheng turned his head, looked at He Jiuzhong who was standing on the other side, and smiled flatteringly at him: "My dear, come and help me."

He Jiuzhong narrowed his eyes, and it seemed that his whole body exuded an aura of rejection, but when he saw Ye Changsheng calling him, he still stepped up and walked over: "Why does this deity want to help you do such a thing?"

Ye Changsheng blinked, thought for a while, and said forcefully, "Because she hasn't paid us the final payment yet!"

He Jiuzhong raised his eyebrows, feeling that this reason was very sufficient and legitimate, and he couldn't seem to find any excuse to refuse.He lowered his head and glanced at Cheng Shimiao again, reached out and grabbed her by the collar of his back shirt, and without any sympathy, he carried her towards the room on the third floor.

Ye Changsheng followed behind, looked at He Jiuzhong's extremely rude posture, shook his head and sighed, "Zhu Gusheng, Zhu Gusheng", then turned his head to look at the room where the wailing was constantly coming out, raised his hand, and patted Zhang Fu The paper was pasted on the door, instantly isolating all the sounds in the room.

In the room on the third floor, Miao Cheng's spirit hadn't dissipated yet, seeing He Jiuzhong and Cheng Shimiao break in through the door, he looked over with straight eyes.

He Jiuzhong didn't even look at Miao Cheng, and reached out and threw Cheng Shimiao in his hand back on the bed from a distance. The body on the other end hit the mattress, making a "bang" sound, and then moaned in pain out.

Seeing Cheng Shimiao's painful appearance, Miao Cheng's heart ached terribly, but she dared not speak out against He Jiuzhong, and was floating anxiously by the bed, when she saw the door was suddenly slapped Pushing it away, and looking again, it was Ye Changsheng who walked in briskly, looked around, and frowned: "What are you doing in a daze? My dear, don't you see that our employer is going to slap him on the bed?"

Saying that, he went to the bathroom to get a towel, wet it and wrung it dry, walked to Cheng Shimiao's bedside, leaned over and stretched out his hand to break her clenched teeth, and stuffed the towel into her mouth .

He Jiuzhong and Miao Cheng were watching him from the side, with different expressions on their faces.

"What are you all looking at me for? Flowers are growing on my face?" Ye Changsheng rolled his eyelids and glanced at them, "Look at me, I collect tickets, ten yuan a look." He took out two belts from his backpack The fluffy handcuffs bound Cheng Shimiao's hands to the bed, and then found the rope that was prepared from the bed to tie him up.

Although the work is not considered heavy work, it's just that Cheng Shimiao, who is addicted to drugs on the bed, is very strong, Miao Cheng next to him can't be counted on, and He Jiuzhong is a shopkeeper who refuses to help. Ye Changsheng, who can only work hard alone. After tossing back and forth for an hour, he barely tied Cheng Shimiao to the bed out of breath.

"The rope is tied well." He Jiuzhong, who sat aside and watched Ye Changsheng busy for a long time, saw that the other end finally stopped, and raised his brows in praise.

Tired, Ye Changsheng sat directly on He Jiuzhong's body face to face, rubbed his chin on his shoulder, and said in a somewhat proud tone, "That's right! Don't you look at how long I have been studying tortoise shells for a long time?" time!"

He Jiuzhong glanced at him with the end of his eyes, and said in a playful voice, "What is the tortoise armor binding?"

Ye Changsheng blinked, straightened up and looked at him, smiling: "A kind of rope art, I will teach you when I have time."

He Jiuzhong hooked his lips and said meaningfully: "Okay."

Ye Changsheng looked at He Jiuzhong's scarlet eyes, somehow, subconsciously smelled a dangerous breath, reached out and pressed his shoulder, jumped off his lap quickly with some strength, and wobbled to the Beside Miao Cheng, accompanied her to look at Cheng Shimiao, who was firmly trapped on the bed, sweating as if she had been scooped out of water: "Are you worried?"

Miao Cheng nodded, but did not take her eyes off her.

"Although you are not a ghost, staying by her side for a long time may not necessarily be a blessing to her, do you understand?" Ye Changsheng continued.

Miao Cheng was obviously stunned for a moment, she tilted her head slightly, looked at the Ye Changsheng beside her who obviously had a youthful appearance, but looked inexplicably indifferent, for a long time, and nodded with difficulty.

She pointed at herself to Ye Changsheng, and then at Cheng Shimiao, who had a twisted face on the bed, and there was a bit of pleading in her eyes.

"You want to use your aura to help her?" Ye Changsheng scratched his head, "It's not impossible, but you should also know that you don't have much aura left in your body, if you help her, this time You will really disappear."

Miao Cheng took a deep look at Cheng Shimiao, then nodded to Ye Changsheng.

Ye Changsheng sighed, took a talisman from his pocket, bit the tip of his right index finger, squeezed a drop of blood onto it, and slapped Cheng Shimiao on the forehead on the bed again, making a talisman in his hand, After reading a few words in a low voice, and shouting "Shut up", a white light flashed on Miao Cheng's body at the fingertips, and then the whole figure turned into a cloud of white smoke and completely attached to the talisman paper.

At the same time, Cheng Shimiao, who was originally in pain, gradually calmed down when Miao Cheng was absorbed by the talisman paper. Her eyes were slightly opened, and her scattered eyes seemed to be looking for something in the room, but it didn't take long. Son, but she seemed to be extremely tired, and slowly fell asleep.

He Jiuzhong looked at her, raised his eyebrows and said, "Is this all right?"

Ye Changsheng shook his head: "Drug addiction is much stronger than you think. This is the first step in the Long March, and there will still be more to suffer in the future."

He Jiuzhong seemed a little puzzled and said, "If that's the case, then what's the point of the 'spirit' disappearing just now?"

"Maybe it's just to make her feel better, at least she won't be so painful when she has an attack in the future." Ye Changsheng shrugged and looked back at him, "I don't know very well. As I said, motherhood has always been important to me. It's a great and wonderful thing."

He Jiuzhong lowered his eyes and curled his lips coldly: "Not all mothers are like this."

Ye Changsheng thought for a while, and felt that this sentence was correct, nodded and said, "Of course, there are exceptions to everything."

He Jiuzhong looked up at him deeply: "Don't you want to ask something?"

Ye Changsheng looked back at He Jiuzhong with a smile: "Do you want me to ask?"

He Jiuzhong stood up and walked to Ye Changsheng's side. His tall figure could completely cover Ye Changsheng. He lowered his head slightly, his scarlet eyes brought a terrible sense of oppression: "If the deity says, I want you to continue How about asking?"

Ye Changsheng tilted his head and thought for a while, then turned his head up to meet He Jiuzhong's gaze, and said slowly, "Then I won't ask any more." Smiling, "I'm waiting for you to tell me yourself one day."

He Jiuzhong narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice a little: "Are you very confident?"

Ye Changsheng blinked: "After all, we still have a long time."

He raised his lips, showing a mouthful of glutinous rice-like white teeth, and said confidently: "After all, you will spend my whole life with me."

He Jiuzhong looked at Ye Changsheng's crooked smiling eyes, and for some reason, he suddenly felt that the life he said was not so disgusting to him.

——Perhaps taking it a step further, not only is there no disgust, but perhaps a little bit of vague expectation.

He thought so, but didn't make a sound.

And Ye Changsheng on the other side didn't care about his cold response, he just dug out two more quilts from the cabinet in Cheng Shimiao's room and put them on the floor, sat on them and patted his side towards him. He Jiuzhong looked over: "Do you want to come over and meditate?"

In fact, in terms of distance, whether it is here or next to Ye Changsheng, the effect of recovering skills is the same.But seeing Ye Changsheng looking at him with his head tilted slightly, He Jiuzhong's heart moved a little, and after a moment of silence, he got up according to his own will and sat beside him.

"It's getting late, so I'll go to bed first." Ye Changsheng lay down next to He Jiuzhong, covered himself with a blanket, and continued muttering, "Wake me up if you have any problems at night. It's time for me to figure it out."

He Jiuzhong still didn't answer, just lowered his eyes to look at him, then raised his hand, and turned off the lights in the room.

Facts have proved that Ye Changsheng's words are indeed true.Cheng Shimiao arrived at four o'clock in the morning, and the drug addiction that had been suppressed for the first time broke out again.Ye Changsheng woke up from his sleep, looked around, and saw his Lord Mozun standing at the head of her bed, frowning deeply, his eyes swept over her body, as if he was calculating where the movement could end the fastest her life.

He was so frightened that he quickly got up from the ground, and rushed over in a few steps: "Leave someone under his command, the hero spares his life!" He stretched out his hand to hug He Jiuzhong from the side with both arms around his waist, and said in panic: "She You haven't given the money yet, so don't be impulsive! Your claws are all money, money!"

He Jiuzhong glanced at him coolly, and said flatly, "I didn't want to kill her."

"...Really?" Ye Changsheng looked at him half-believingly, seeing that the eyes were determined, he loosened his hands around his waist and breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought you thought she was noisy, so..."

"I think she's a bit noisy." He Jiuzhong didn't deny it, he had a half-smile, "So I'm trying to make her shut up forever."

——Aren’t you still trying to kill her?

The smile on Ye Changsheng's face was a little stiff.Secretly sighed, rubbed his stiff face, and then couldn't help but rejoice: Fortunately, he woke up in time, otherwise this time it would be for nothing, and he would be out of luck every time he went in and out!

Thinking of this, I went to the bathroom and squeezed a towel to wipe Cheng Shimiao's sweat, and asked casually, "Didn't I say earlier that if something happened, wake me up, why didn't you call me?"

He Jiuzhong's eyes moved almost indistinctly, and his hands were put into the wide sleeves, but his expression remained normal: "The deity called." He glanced sideways at him, "But you didn't wake up."

Ye Changsheng was startled, and turned his head to look at He Jiuzhong in disbelief: "Impossible, I'm a light sleeper, I can wake up even if someone turns over!"

He Jiuzhong raised his lips and smiled, glanced at him, and said something meaningful: "Have you ever heard someone turn over when you fell asleep at night?"

Ye Changsheng thought for a while, but he really couldn't come up with it, scratching his head: "I'm just using an analogy." After speaking, he still felt a little confused, and muttered in a low voice, "Is it because I feel at ease after having you by my side?" So sleep has become heavy? Although I do feel that I have become more and more sleepy in the past few months, it shouldn't be..."

He Jiuzhong looked at Ye Changsheng and muttered, narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Stop rambling, hurry up and do something."

Ye Changsheng nodded when he heard the words, but quickly put the matter aside, and used the formula to activate the talisman paper pasted on Cheng Shimiao's forehead, quickly alleviating her strong reaction.

Although Cheng Shimiao quickly calmed down again through the effect of the talisman paper, compared to the rapid effect the first time, the effectiveness of the talisman paper this time was obviously much lower.Ye Changsheng withdrew his hand and looked at the talisman paper, muttering for a while: "The consumption is faster than expected."

He Jiuzhong looked at him who was about to go out, raised his eyes, and said, "Where are you going?"

Ye Changsheng pointed to the fluorescent light on the cabinet and said, "It's already past five o'clock, I'll go to the kitchen to get something to eat." Then he gestured downwards, "Don't forget that there is another person downstairs who has been waiting all day. If you haven't eaten, don't accidentally starve to death, then it's over."

He Jiuzhong recalled the painful experience of letting Ye Changsheng cook under his pressure, and his brows could not help but twitch: "You do?"

Ye Changsheng smiled: "It's so early in the morning, I can't let someone deliver food." He wrinkled his nose again and said, "Do you have any doubts about my cooking skills?"

He Jiuzhong waved his hands indifferently: "You can prepare for the two of them, and no one will die."

Ye Changsheng stood by the door, blinking innocently: "Don't you want it?"

He Jiuzhong raised his eyes to look at him, and said with a half smile: "Do you eat by yourself?"

"It's not that I've lost my sense of taste, isn't it good to be alive?" Ye Changsheng looked at He Jiuzhong seriously for three seconds, then suddenly smiled, "I scouted the terrain when I came here, and there is a steamed stuffed bun shop nearby, and the taste is pretty good , I'll go buy some steamed buns later, would you like tofu stuffed with vermicelli?"

He Jiuzhong lightly tapped two points on the wall: "As long as it wasn't done by you, I can barely swallow it."

Ye Changsheng raised his right hand to his temple and raised it forward a little, curled his lips and said "Got it", then opened the door and quickly went downstairs.

Cheng Shimiao temporarily dismissed the servants and part-time workers in the house, and temporarily all the chores in the house fell on Ye Changsheng alone - He Jiuzhong was born rich and wealthy, not to mention whether he was in the mood to help, anyway, Ye Changsheng never Count on him to make a move.

——It's lucky that he didn't make trouble for him!

The two lived in Cheng Shimiao's villa for two full weeks, and the drug addiction on the other side was initially withdrawn.It's just that detoxification is a long-term task, and I forcibly quit now, and I still need to be careful in every way in the future.

She asked Ye Changsheng to remove the bindings from her whole body, took a good bath in the bathroom by herself, and then came out to change into clean clothes.I don't know if it's because of Miao Cheng's spiritual energy. Although Cheng Shimiao's two weeks of detoxification have been miserable, her complexion is much better. Although her face still lacks a little blood, But compared to the pale and ghostly appearance half a month ago, it looks like a different person now.

Ye Changsheng looked at her with crooked smiles: "Should I say congratulations to you at this time?"

"Reciprocity, I should say thank you at this time." Cheng Shimiao smiled back. She was leaning against the wall, with a trace of fatigue and relief in her dark eyes, "Thank you for this time..."

"After all, it's a deal I personally agreed to," Ye Changsheng said with a smile, "As a professional magician, I rely on 'integrity'. Otherwise, why would there be repeat customers?"

Cheng Shimiao nodded: "I will remit the money to your account in a few days." She was silent for a while, her voice was very low, "Master Ye, you saved my whole life."

Ye Changsheng smiled and said, "We are not the only ones who saved you, there is another one you have to thank."

Cheng Shimiao seemed to think of something now, she said: "My mother... I mean, where's the 'spirit'?"

"Oh," Ye Changsheng said, "She was forcibly transformed by me with a spell. A few days ago, I saw that you were almost recovered, so I went back again with relief."

There was a look of disappointment in Cheng Shimiao's eyes: "I haven't thanked her yet."

"Just thank you in this room, and she will sense it." Ye Changsheng didn't blink, "The 'spirit' was transformed from this room."

After hearing Ye Changsheng's words, Cheng Shimiao seemed to feel that there was some truth in it. She turned around and took a deep breath, stretched her hand against the wall, closed her eyes and remained silent for a while, as if she was muttering something silently in her heart, then turned around, Looking at him, he said, "Can I still see her in the future?"

Ye Changsheng thought for a while, nodded and said: "She is your guardian spirit, if you are in danger, maybe she will show up."

Hearing Ye Changsheng's words, Cheng Shimiao raised her lips helplessly, "Tianshi, I don't know if I want her to show up or not."

Ye Changsheng smiled and waved his hands: "This can't be changed according to your own wishes, let it be, let it be!" He opened the door and walked out.Seeing him go out, He Jiuzhong followed closely behind, walked to his side, lowered his voice and smiled softly: "Ye Changsheng, is this what you call 'integrity'?"

Ye Changsheng glanced at him, and lowered his voice to defend himself: "This is a white lie, you don't understand!"

He Jiuzhong snorted coldly with disdain, and glanced at him out of the corner of his eye: "When I found out that you were lying, you really didn't even need to type a draft."

Ye Changsheng was dissatisfied: "How do you know that I didn't make a draft? Maybe I had already made a draft when I agreed to that 'Ling''s request on the first day? If you haven't done a rigorous investigation, you can't talk nonsense, that is, I tolerate it." If you were someone else, you would have been sued for defamation!"

The two of them were talking, walking all the way to the room where Wang Jin was locked. They stretched out their hands to lift the "Forbidden Talisman" pasted on the door, and pushed the door open. It makes people can't help but want to run away from the door.

But Ye Changsheng and He Jiuzhong didn't seem to have the slightest reaction to this unbearable stench.The two walked into the room together, first looked around, then one of them went to the window and opened the window to let the stench in the room dissipate a bit, the other bent down and took a few incomplete human-shaped white talismans on the ground. Take them back one by one.

Ye Changsheng walked up to Wang Jin's side. After half a month of fright, her three souls and seven souls had the symptoms of being separated from her body. If he hadn't come to strengthen her soul body with spells every day, maybe she would have been out of the body by now. He was scared to death by the illusion of evil spirits made by his talisman papers.

Perhaps it was the movement of the two that woke up Wang Jin, who had already become a frightened bird. She opened her eyes suddenly, her eyes were slack, and the expression on her face was crying and smiling: "There is a ghost, there is a ghost! I was wrong, woo woo Oh, I was wrong! There is a ghost..."

Outside the house, Cheng Shimiao, who just came down from upstairs, slowly walked into the room. She stood in front of Wang Jin, and suddenly smiled softly: "Aunt Jin, do you still recognize me?"

Seeing Cheng Shimiao, Wang Jin seemed to flinch, but then she burst into tears: "There is a ghost! Let me out! There is a ghost!!"

Cheng Shimiao looked at Wang Jin, who was pale and blue-eyed, dirty and emaciated like a real lunatic, and seemed to see herself half a month ago in a trance, her expression was both happy and cold, she stretched out her hand She tore off all the adhesive tape that she stretched out, and took the key to release the handcuffs on her hands.Finally able to move his body, Wang Jin moved slightly, then quickly hugged himself into a ball, shivering aside.

"It looks like you don't recognize me anymore." Cheng Shimiao smiled, "Whether you're pretending to be crazy or really crazy, it doesn't matter to me. Aunt Jin, I'm not as cruel as you, I won't kill you of."

Wang Jin didn't dare to look at Cheng Shimiao, but just hugged his legs