The door-to-door son-in-law is a wealthy family

"It's okay to be ridiculed by others, it's okay to be disabled, and it's okay not to be disfigured."

"Even, you can take revenge!!"

These words, like a tongue twister, immediately made the two people in the room shiver, and suddenly looked out the window.

Here, it is as high as 25 floors.

Outside the window, who is talking?
Shen Conghui was so frightened that her butt peed, and she shouted: "This... this can't be a ghost?"

Zheng Zheng calmed down a little, and he shouted: "Who? Who is playing tricks there?!"

Outside the window, Ga Ga smiled: "Pretending to be a ghost? I'm a ghost, why should I pretend."

Immediately afterwards, the locked window suddenly opened, and a dark figure floated in.

That really floats in.

He wore a long robe, black, and a cloak, which covered his whole head.

With his head down, he couldn't see the face.

There was only darkness inside, as if the cloak was filled with nothingness, not even a face.

The most frightening thing was that there was nothing under the robe, and no two legs could be seen.

The corner of the clothes was more than ten centimeters above the ground, completely floating there.

This man was also holding a crutch. Although it was propped on the ground, no matter how you looked at it, the crutch was not enough to support his entire body, so it looked really ghost-like.

All of a sudden, Zheng Zheng was scared to death, and Shen Conghui screamed repeatedly.

The black cloak continued to lower his head, and shook his head: "Don't yell, no matter how much you yell, no one will come from outside, and you won't be able to hear it, because I'm a ghost!"

"As a ghost, especially a fierce ghost, I have plenty of ways..."

His words were full of ridicule, but also carried deep resentment and a ghostly aura.

Even if it is broad daylight, it is inevitable that people will be scared out of their wits, let alone in the middle of the night.

Zheng Zheng's two rows of teeth were chattering, and he asked in panic: "Are you really a ghost? You... what do you want to do? Are you a bull-headed horse-faced or black and white impermanence?"

"I've already broken an arm, isn't that enough? You still want to hook my soul?!"

"I don't want to die, you...please get out!!"

Shouting, he was a little incoherent.

Shen Conghui also shouted hastily: "Half of my face is ruined, am I not miserable enough? No! I don't want to die, please go!"

In the black cloak, there was a more piercing laugh, which made the two of them even more frightened. They wanted to escape, but they were limp and powerless. Shen Conghui, who was standing up, fell limply to the ground.

These two felt that they were unlucky enough. They had just been severely beaten, their vitality was severely injured, and they hadn't recovered yet. Now they were going to be frightened by ghosts again. They probably could get this year's unlucky award.

The black cloak finally finished laughing, and then said grimly, "Don't worry, I'm not here to kill you. Although I'm a ghost, I'm a good ghost who wants to help you!"

"In two days, your engagement can be held as usual!"

"Your face can recover more than [-]%."

"Your arm will not be abolished."

He pointed to Xue Conghui, and then to Zheng Zheng.

The words spoken are like God.

It seems that whoever he wants can do what he wants.

A man and a woman were stunned.

Zheng Zheng was dubious: "Do you really have such abilities?"

The black cloak laughed, slowly moved his crutches, and floated over like this.

He stretched out a scarred arm, which seemed to have been bitten by some terrible animal, which gave Zheng Zheng a big jump.

Then, as if by magic, he saw a black needle with a length of 20 centimeters swinging out of his hand.

Next up!

The black cloak waved the black needle and pricked Zheng Zheng's injured arm several times.

He couldn't dodge in time, and was screamed and asked in horror: "You...what do you want? My arm is injured so badly, why are you still stabbing me? Are you still human?"

The black cloak smiled coldly: "Don't be a donkey's liver and lungs, I am here to help you cure your illness. My black needle is extraordinary, it has been soaked in a very precious and rare medicinal juice!"

"It can make your broken bones heal quickly. Don't you feel that your whole arm is getting stronger now?"

He took the black needle back.

Zheng Zheng really felt a strange heat coming from his arm that was so painful and numb.

This heat kept surging back and forth, sticking each of his severed bones together...

Gradually he gained strength.

Originally, this arm could not be lifted no matter what, but it was able to lift a little bit.

He shouted in surprise: "You! How can you be so amazing?"

The black cloak said lightly: "Shouldn't you know how amazing I am? After all, I floated in from the window on the 27th floor. Your arm will recover about [-]% by noon tomorrow."

"Even if I don't treat you anymore, the doctor can take it back."

"Then it's your turn now."

He floated in front of Shen Conghui again, without saying a word, raised a hand, and scratched her face a few times with his fingernails.

A series of sharp winds gushed out, cutting off the gauze wrapped around her face in an instant, and fell off, revealing a fragmented face.

Pretty scary!
Shen Conghui screamed and quickly covered her face: "Don't look at it! It's too ugly..."

As he spoke, he was already crying.

Although it's okay to be seen by this kind of stranger, she loves beauty too much.

The black cloak shook his head with his tut: "Oh, such a beautiful face is beaten like this. That Xia Fan is really cruel. It is no exaggeration to say that he is vicious."

Immediately, Zheng Zheng and Shen Conghui were taken aback, and asked in unison, "Do you know Xia Fan?"

The black cloak said grimly: "Not only do I know him, I have a deep blood feud with him. My two legs were broken by him, and my whole person was ruined by him!"

"Just like you!"

"So, don't you think I'm a comrade in arms?"

"This face, I will also help you cure it. I can't guarantee a full recovery, but at least [-]% to [-]% can be recovered. After that, if you take care of it carefully, you probably won't be able to see it in two or three years."

He took out a small medicine jar, picked some blue medicine powder and poured it on Shen Conghui's face, then threw the jar into her hand, and said slowly, "Similarly, your face will be healed by noon tomorrow." Go up a lot."

"At least, it can reduce the swelling, and it won't cause inflammation or infection. Otherwise, according to this treatment method, pus will start to bleed in a day at most. In that case, even I can't cure it."

He turned around and floated towards the window, saying grimly as he moved: "Wait until noon tomorrow, you will naturally find that you are much better, and then I will talk to you about one more thing."

As he spoke, he was about to float out of the window.

With a solemn trembling voice, he asked, "What are you talking about?"