"It's over there. Qian broke the ball in her mouth. She was laughing." Yang Ruoqing said.

Everyone was shocked and looked towards the bed.

I saw Qian really biting off the strip of cloth in his mouth, chewing the strip of cloth in his mouth, looking towards this side with glowing green eyes, and the corner of his mouth grinning in a weird arc.

"Jiejie..."

"You can get a dead old woman to come here and act like a ghost, and then you can send her away?"

Qian made a sound, and a completely female voice came out of Wang Shuanzi's mouth. This contradictory feeling made people feel chills all over.

"I won't leave until you, the old Yang family, and the relatives of the old Yang family are tortured to the point of restlessness. Jie Jie..."

Qian turned his head while laughing, and his neck made a clicking sound.

It made the whole head look as if it was about to fall off the shoulders. Yang Ruolan was so timid that she cried out of fear.

Mrs. Sun quickly pulled Yang Ruolan into her arms.

Because the person to be invited this time was the second uncle, even though Sister Laner was timid, she still mustered up the courage to follow him and try to say a few words to the second uncle.

However, after waiting for a long time, the second uncle was not invited, so Qian became more and more active.

"Jiejie, Lan girl, I haven't seen you for several years, and you are becoming more and more energetic, huh?"

Qian turned his attention to Yang Ruolan here.

Yang Ruolan hid in Sun's arms, shaking even harder.

Yang Ruoqing stretched out her arms to block them behind her. She looked at Qian and said coldly: "Just wait until you go to the eighteenth level of hell!"

Qian's attention was attracted by Yang Ruoqing, she said with a sinister smile: "I haven't seen your son for many years, do you miss him? That little brat, I know where he is!"

Yang Ruoqing frowned, "Where is he?"

Qian's smile was "unruly", and a big ball of black air came out of his mouth.

"I want you to beat this pretending goddess to death with your own hands, and I will tell you where your son is!" Qian said.

Yang Ruoqing was shocked. She glanced at Goddess Li and frowned.

"Ms. Qian, you are not a good person, and you are not a good ghost. You still want to provoke us and use my hands to kill people? Just go ahead and dream!" Yang Ruoqing said angrily.

Qian smiled and said, "Hey, that kid is almost six years old, right? When I saw him, he was walking around on the Naihe Bridge."

"A man plays house by himself, picking up small stones by the bridge and piling them into city walls and towers,"

"Those evil spirits ran over and knocked down all the cities he had worked so hard to build,"

"They pushed your little devil to the ground, beat him, pulled his ears, bit his nose, and ate his flesh. Jiejie, he thought I was his mother and wanted me to save him. That's interesting...

…”

Hearing Qian's nonsense, Yang Ruoqing was so shocked that her heart jumped into her throat.

Feelings of distress, anxiety, and worry surged in like a flood.

"When my family Chen'er died, he was still alive and well, you're talking nonsense!" Yang Ruoqing yelled angrily at Qian's side.

Qian's "Jie Jie" smile, her hands and feet were tied, and she rolled on the bed.

The body was lying across the bed, the neck was tilted hard under the bed, and the eyelids were upward looking towards Yang Ruoqing.

Looking at people from this angle is ugly and scary.

Yang Ruoqing pulled out the whip from her waist and rushed to whip Qian's mouth until her crow mouth was broken.

At this moment, the candle in the room suddenly jumped and was almost extinguished.

The doors and windows were closed tightly, and the sun and wind could not get in at all. Suddenly, a cold wind blew through the house.

There was a faint sigh in the wind, and everyone in the room, including Mr. Qian, was stunned.

"Jiejie, how dare you, old lady, to really call you up?" Qian looked past Yang Ruoqing and looked behind her with a provocative expression.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, turned around, and saw Goddess Li, who had been twitching until she was unconscious, suddenly standing upright behind her.

He looked straight at Mr. Qian on the bed.

Cold things were constantly flowing out from Shen Po Li's body, and there was no trace of popularity in her eyes.

Yang Ruoqing felt like she was standing in front of a vertical air conditioner, and the air conditioner was spraying out. She quickly stepped aside, leaving the battlefield to her second uncle Yang Hualin.

…

Goddess Li walked upright to the bed, stood still, and looked down at Qian, who was lying on the bed.

Mrs. Qian was still lying sideways, looking at Goddess Li with provocative eyes.

As if he saw something dangerous in Shenpo Li's eyes, Qian sat up straight and looked at Shenpo Li in front of him with caution.

"You're not Yang Hualin, tell me, who are you?" Qian asked.

Not the second uncle?

Here, Yang Ruoqing and others also looked at each other.

Who has Sister Li invited here?

Just when everyone was guessing, "Pa!"

Suddenly there was a crisp slap from the other side of the bed.

When everyone took a look, they found that Mrs. Li still kept the gesture of slapping her face, while Wang Shuanzi, who was on the bed, had no slap marks on her face at all, but Mrs. Qian looked like her facial features were distorted in pain.

Is this... through the body and into the soul?

Yang Ruoqing secretly guessed.

Beside the bed, Goddess Li raised her hand again and slapped Wang Shuanzi's face a few times.

Ms. Qian let out several screams, turned her body over on the bed, and hid inside the bed, trying to avoid Mrs. Li's slap.

"Who are you? Who are you? Why are you beating me?" Qian asked angrily.

Shenpo Li sneered and finally spoke out.

"How dare you call me "Mother" here? You have such a big face. I will come here specially to beat you!"

The voice that came out of Sister Li's mouth was not that of Yang Hualin, but that of a woman.

On Yang Ruoqing's side, several people were stunned.

Are you really not the second uncle if you come here seriously?

Another female ghost? Oh my god, this...

But why does this female ghost’s voice sound so familiar?

On the other side of the bed, Mr. Qian was startled for a moment, and said fiercely to the unfamiliar voice: "I'm not familiar with you. We didn't have any enmity in the past. Do you want to create hatred with me by hitting me?"

"Hmph!" Goddess Li snorted, "You are a whore, you only pick up men that I have used, and you also abuse my daughter."

"Even if I eat you alive, I should do it!"

As soon as Shenpo Li said these words, everyone in the room was stunned.

Yang Ruoqing's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. This was... the voice of her second mother, Yang?

Behind her, Yang Ruolan moved her feet and was about to make a sound, but Sun covered her mouth and grabbed her.

"Take a look first before talking, don't be impatient!" Mrs. Sun said in a low voice.
Chapter completed!