Quickly wear: The host is a frequent visitor to the rule of law column

The original owner watched as he made a big fuss in front of the matchmaker, causing his parents to lose face. He even had a big fight with his grandmother, which made his elderly grandmother seriously ill.

With such a different personality, the family seemed to be blinded and didn't notice anything was wrong.

After all, she was the daughter she had pampered for more than ten years, and her family didn't pursue her too much. They just taught "her" to restrain her temper.

Obviously Yunyao didn't listen and still went his own way.

Every time "she" gets into trouble, her parents clean up the mess for "her".

She had to pay and apologize, and the family's originally relatively prosperous life could no longer support them, and the small shop was sold to "her" to fill the bill.

Yunyao didn't understand. Even though her parents were not such blind people, how could they go so far as to disregard the family's livelihood for this fake self.

After her family was defeated, Fake Yunyao was dissatisfied with the meager food and ran away with the merchant team, leaving the whole family to worry about her.

Yun Yao watched "her" use her body and her face to be ambiguous with Zhou Xuan, a man from all walks of life.

Until "she" provoked a person who should not be provoked, Qi Muhan, the young master of the Qi family.

I originally thought she was a playboy, but after teasing her a few times, I completely fell under "her" dress and was about to take her into the house.

Fake Yunyao naturally refused, and ended up being forced and imprisoned in various ways.

Not to mention the original owner, Mo You felt numb when he saw this.

Fake Yunyao finally escaped with the help of various people, even though "she" knew that Qi Muhan would kill all those people after "she" left.

When all escape routes were blocked, "she" finally chose to return home.

Then, he returned the body to Yunyao.

As soon as Yun Yao returned to her body, she couldn't wait to throw herself into the arms of her mother, who had aged several years, and cried bitterly.

After she vented her anger, she thought of the lawless young master of the Qi family. She hurriedly told her parents about the matter, then packed up her bags and left, fearing that her family would be harmed.

The father still held her, his old face showed disappointment, but he still retained his daughter.

Fake Yunyao had written to them in advance, asking them to hide "her" at home. The Qi family was so powerful that they would be caught sooner or later outside.

Naturally, Yunyao refused. She knew Qi Muhan's true nature, and she also understood that her family would become a threat sooner or later, and pretending to be Yunyao would send them to death.

But the family obviously believed in the fake Yunyao more. They knocked Yunyao unconscious and hid her in the room.

The whole family worked overtime to dig out a cellar underground, but shortly after the completion, the group of people came to the door before they had time to hide.

Before Yunyao woke up, Mo You came here.

Withdrawing from the memory, Mo You didn't know how she felt. She rubbed her face with both hands, looking very distressed.

"33." His hands slowly fell, revealing a pair of loveless eyes, "The original owner, no, is not still here."

33 was silent for a while, probably scanning, "It is indeed still there."

Mo You immediately felt a chill on her exposed skin. She sensed that there seemed to be no one above her, and she spoke in a low voice regardless of whether the original owner could hear it or not.

"First of all, I sympathize with your experience."

"Secondly, I am not the one who robbed your body before. Every wrong has its owner, so don't look for me! Don't look for me!"

"Don't appear suddenly in front of me, don't stand beside my bed in the middle of the night, don't make strange noises, and don't play tricks on me..."

33 Looking at Moyou who was clasping his hands together and thinking silently, he suddenly realized something.

Its host may be afraid of ghosts...

"Host, are you afraid of ghosts? Don't worry, the original owner's condition cannot be called..." 33 was determined to persuade the host.

Seeing its host calm down in a second, his face was full of righteousness, "33, we must believe in science! There are no ghosts in this world!"

"No, this world has spiritual energy, ghosts can still..."

"Impossible!" Moyou quickly covered her ears, not caring that 33 was actually speaking in her head.

"There is absolutely no way there are ghosts in this world! It might be dazzling eyes, it might be some kind of magnetic field, it might be an energy body unknown to humans. Even aliens cannot be ghosts!"

How could 33 not know that she was covering her ears?

I'm so scared that I can't believe it.

In the end, I don’t know whether the original owner heard these words. Although 33 was able to detect the original owner, it was unable to communicate.

Since this was not Moyou's original mission, there was naturally no mission goal.

33 said that the worst case scenario is that she might have to complete the original person's mission.

Moyou had been munching dry food underground for several days and had no feelings about this mission until she felt that the group of people had completely left and emerged from the cellar.

Before leaving the room, even standing at the door, I could smell the putrid stench of the corpse.

The expression on his face became more solemn. Moyou's hand when pushing the door shook, but the door still opened with a creak.

It's night now, the cold moonlight shines on the corpses on the ground, and there are many rats jumping on the bodies to eat.

A family of ten or so were wiped out.

The one closest to Moyou was the original owner's aunt. She seemed to be trying desperately to run back to the room, but she was cut from behind and the little nephew in her arms fell to the ground.

She crawled for a long distance, and the blood dragged on for a long time.

She wanted to return to the baby, and she wanted to protect the baby.

But she died, her expression was frozen at the most tragic moment, and in front of her arm, the baby had been split into two pieces.

She was the closest to the door, so when the man knocked on the door and was annoyed, she was used to vent his anger and chopped into pieces with random knives.

Moyou walked around the corpse and moved forward. There were several children, the older one in front and the younger one in the back, in a protective posture, but none of them escaped.

The executioner stabbed their bodies and chopped off their heads.

The heads were like scattered jewels, falling into the soil and covered with dust.

Following Moyou's footsteps, the mice were frightened and squeaked, and their heads were knocked around wildly by them.

Moyou bent down to pick up the head and carefully wiped the blood on his face. This was the original owner's little sister. In his memory, she was a pretty girl.

Normally, a cut on my face would make me feel distressed for a long time, but now half of my face has been eaten away by rats.

Holding the head in his arms, Moyou continued to walk outside with heavy steps.

The original owner's grandparents were kicked to the corners of the courtyard wall on both sides. Their chests were sunken. Only the blood spilling from their mouths was particularly glaring on their gray faces.

We are about to leave this small courtyard. Outside the small courtyard are a large number of female relatives.

They also had weapons in their hands, either wooden sticks or kitchen knives. They were a line of defense, but they did not succeed in delaying time for their children even if they risked their lives.

They were scattered everywhere like broken petals, looking eagerly in the direction of the door, as if urging the children inside to run faster.