Not only that, it may be because Feng Honglin had just been poached, and Feng Feifei was killed by her sister. Not to mention that the scumbag husband, poisonous stepmother and green tea girl did not forget to put a batter on Feng Feifei's head in order to invade her marriage. Thinking about the vicious solution that the scumbag husband in the bronze mirror came up with, Feng Honglin couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, adding a little sympathy to Feng Feifei. If these guys really succeeded, Feng Feifei wouldn't be able to rest after his death...

I couldn't help but shake my head. It was a similar but miserable experience several times more than myself. Although it was not so kind to say this, Feng Honglin could not help but feel relieved. Sure enough, only comparison can cause harm. When people encounter bad things, they will feel much better when they see others being miserable than themselves.

But this is not the point. The point is, how did this female ghost come to his house? And she also performed such a big show in his bronze mirror for her to watch?!

He raised his hand, frowned his eyebrows and touched his chin.

This is the most standard thinking action when Feng Honglin's thinking is in a daze. The medium between the two is obviously the bronze mirror in front of him that he thought he had been hit by before! Although the bronze mirror seen in the picture shown in the bronze mirror before seemed much newer than the one I saw, it is not difficult to determine with Feng Honglin's eyesight that the two bronze mirrors are the same.

No, it shouldn't be complete...

Feng Honglin subconsciously shook his head. If it were just because of this, it would not take a day or two for this bronze mirror. Why didn’t he “hell” long ago or not later than “hell”, but he just “hell” today?! It’s impossible that God saw that he was so miserable today, and he took a look at someone who was even more miserable so that he could balance himself?!

The thick black noodles line hangs down. How big is this face to have such an idea! Feng Honglin thinks that although he is a little narcissistic, he is still a little far from the narcissist. He is not so dedicated to this idea that even narcissist is afraid of yy. According to this inference, in addition to the important medium of bronze mirror, there should be a very important trigger point here...

The brows that had already been twisted tighter and even the entire five tubes became a little twisted. I thought carefully about what I did before "hell" and what happened...

"Damn, isn't it?!" As if thinking of something, Feng Honglin couldn't help but suddenly swear, staring at his palm with wide eyes. Although the small wound on his palm had coagulated blood, the dazzling bloody red color was still there.

I made a move to touch forward, just like I did before, if he remembered correctly a detail he had seen in the bronze mirror before...

She was soaking, full of chicken skin crawling all over her body, and subconsciously rubbing her palms hard on her clothes. If he was not wrong, the place where the scratched his hand just now happened to be where the young grandmother named Feng Feifei hit her head to death! And it was the place where the blood stained, that scene appeared in the bronze mirror!

That is to say, my own blood and the dead Feng Feifei's blood had a strange chemical reaction on this strange bronze mirror, so this happened?! God, the blood of the ancients would not carry any viruses, I would not get any disease similar to the letter a and ending with s?! Well, take a step back, none of these things happened, but would Feng Feifei in the "story" just entangled me like this?!

I heard that this unjust deceased ghost is very powerful, especially as it seems that it is an old ghost for at least thousands of years. That Taoist should be even more profound. Should he be glad that at least this person was not wearing red clothes when he died? Otherwise, it would probably be even more difficult!

Looking left and right, looking up and down, Feng Honglin felt that his back was cold. Is it his own illusion? It seems that the temperature in the room is dropping...

Subconsciously looked up at the thermometer hanging on the wall, patted his chest, and added it to the value displayed by the thermometer on the wall, which means that all this should be just his illusion! He wiped the sweat from his forehead and calmed down. But now he still can't guarantee that the ghost would not follow him~

Another time I got cold in the vest, and I turned around suddenly...

I saw nothing!

After a chill, no, he can't do this anymore. He must be open-minded and handle it clearly, otherwise he will feel that there is a ghost behind him anytime and anywhere, and he will not be able to live this life?!

Looking up at the bronze mirror standing there quietly, as if there was no strange trace of strangeness, Feng Honglin gritted his teeth and walked towards the desk beside him, opened the drawer, and took out a sewing box from it...

"Bang" the small flame jumped out from the fire spitting mouth of the lighter, and put the needle tip on the flame, scorching for a while, simply eliminating the poison, then gritted your teeth, and stabbed it into your fingertips before the courage to reveal it had disappeared. Then, bright red blood beads emerged...

"Duck rice tofu, Wuliang Heavenly Lord, God bless, ah, by the way, there are Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Ten Palaces of Yama..." Feng Honglin was also the most feared person like this, or who would be in charge of the specific person. He told him that he could think of all the gods and Buddhas, and then said to the bronze mirror, "That Feng Feifei is right? No matter whether you have become an unjust death person, that, what, you have no grudges and no grudges with me. If you can really use this method to show your body, then let's have a good chat first, let's talk face to face, and have a good chat. If I can help you, I will definitely, but there is a way to go ahead, that's the one with the upper body, let's not make an appointment..."

After reading this string of words, Feng Honglin suddenly put his finger on the bronze mirror (it was Feng Feifei who killed her head before, and at the same time, he was the position where he injured his hand just now), and squeezed hard to his fingertips...

If you don’t care, just die. Even if you are really killed by this unjustly female ghost, it will be better than worrying about the female ghost coming out all day long from now on. That’s true, I’m afraid that before the female ghost comes out, I will have to be scared to death by my rich imagination!

"Da~" The bloody beads dripped on the bronze mirror. As before, the bloodshot slid down the lines of the bronze mirror again...

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Chapter completed!