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

"I can't beat you." The old man said truthfully.

"But there are many people like me. You have attracted their attention. No matter how powerful you are, you will not be able to survive under the siege of hundreds of people."

The old man squinted his eyes, took out a steamed bun from his pocket and broke it to eat.

"Girl, I sympathize with your situation, but what kind of ghost like you doesn't have a tragic past?"

"I still have to destroy you, this is my duty."

"I thought you were extremely talented and still had some humanity left, so I advised you to stop. There is still a way to survive."

Moyou squinted his eyes and looked at the screen, and those excited words kept popping up.

Of course she knows this. In a world that allows ghosts and ghosts to exist, there will naturally be no shortage of capable people and strangers, so she will ask 33 to help keep an eye on them before taking action, so as to avoid those people.

It's not like she got the chance to kill so many people.

So, she said to the audience who were so happy that they were talking wildly, "What are you happy about? It's much more convenient for me to kill someone than it is for them to save someone."

"Maybe you will die in my hands before they can rescue you."

"It's just a corpse. Give it back to them if they want it when the time comes."

After her words came out, the barrage fell silent instantly.

Moyou glanced at Lao Dao where the old god was present, put away the "trees" and prepared to leave.

The old Taoist suddenly opened his eyes and quickly made a hand seal, but it was not directed at Mo You, but at the place where he came in before.

The barrier was completely broken by the combination of inside and outside.

They returned to the house where Yan Shuda and his wife had previously broadcast the live broadcast. The door had been broken open by the special police, but in addition to those people, several unexpected people appeared.

Four gray-haired old men.

Not only did she experience the loss of her son and daughter, but she also had to bear the pain of losing her only remaining granddaughter.

Mo You subconsciously turned off his cell phone to prevent them from being exposed to the public.

"Qiuqiu! Qiuqiu!"

Mrs. Yue cried and rushed over, while Mrs. Song beside her carefully supported her.

Mo You stepped out of the way. She looked at Lao Dao with a rare murderous look, "Are you delaying time just to let me see them?"

At this time, the old policeman in the crowd stood up and said, "We hope they can persuade you to stop."

"Stop?" Mo You was so angry that he laughed, his voice changed into a double tone, and a weak female voice always echoed her words.

"There is no turning back when I shoot my bow, I will not stop!"

"No one can persuade me! I will drag out all the rats hiding in the dark and kill them!"

"Let these people know that their outspoken words are not without price!"

The four old men looked at Moyou in disbelief. They couldn't believe how their usually gentle granddaughter could become like this.

However, they forgot that the original Yue Mingqiu had died long ago, and Li Gui needed to be driven by hatred.

Intense hatred distorts a person's character and moral character.

"I'm leaving!" Moyou stopped visiting the four old people. Previously, she tried her best to avoid Yue Mingqiu's relatives getting in touch with her news, just to stop seeing them.

Because she couldn't guarantee whether Yue Mingqiu would lose control when he saw them.

"Wait a minute!" Grandpa-in-law on the side saw that she wanted to leave and stopped her.

After seeing that the blood-red figure in front of him really stopped, he looked at Old Man Song beside him, pursed his lips and asked just one question.

"Qiuqiu, does it hurt?"

It hurts!How could it not hurt!

Yue Mingqiu, who had been following Mo You, suddenly surged with will. Mo You, who was one with her, could clearly hear her whisper.

"It hurts! It hurts so much! Ouch..."

Every corner of the skirt was stained red with her blood, the wound could not heal, and the pain would never end.

Moyou can endure this pain because she is used to it, but the original owner cannot.

Because she couldn't bear it, she became more resentful and resentful, which became the source of this body's strength.

The physical pain is secondary, but more of a mental one.

Her own experience was enough to make her painful. In order to achieve her goal faster, Moyou also actively absorbed the grievances of other ghosts.

Although this part is mainly borne by Mo You, they live together and the original owner's soul is relatively weak, so it will inevitably be affected.

The pain belonging to others washes away their reason all the time.

As the original owner's emotions fluctuated, black resentment leaked out of Moyou's body.

Several old people still wanted to step forward, but were pulled away by the people behind them. The old Taoist also took a few steps back with a solemn expression.

"Ho...ho..."

Mo You gasped for breath, forcing down the violence in his heart.

As a leader, the result of being affected by the resentment of the original owner is that her desire to kill increases.

She directly asked 33 to locate one of the people who participated in the previous Internet explosion, and she planned to go directly.

Almost instantly, her figure disappeared into the space.

Even the old Taoist couldn't feel it anymore. He once again lamented that this woman's understanding was wrong.

"That's it for today. Maybe it won't be so easy to meet her next time."

The old Taoist said to the old policeman that their original intention was to save the two couples. Although they did too much, they would not be killed.

"Is there no other way?" the old policeman asked.

He looked at the empty room. The two couples just disappeared, not even the bodies were left behind.

"In the final analysis, they have their own cause and effect, although she went too far."

Perhaps the disappointment on the old policeman's face was too obvious, so the old man showed him a clear path.

"You might as well find evidence of the next people's crimes and let them be punished by law, or she will stop."

"Is it useful?" These words gave the old policeman hope.

"Since you said that she asked the police for help before she died, it means that she did not plan to do it herself from the beginning."

"Alas!" Suddenly thinking of something, the old policeman sighed, "It's not that easy to find those people, and the things they committed may not be criminal at all."

The old man had already begun to pack his things, "That is your business. Even if the sentence is harsher, it will only mean spending more time in jail."

"But if they don't receive any punishment, then death will definitely follow."

"To be honest, the power she showed when she lost control was far stronger than I imagined. It seems that most of her power was used to suppress herself."

Recalling the "trees" he had just seen, the old man's face suddenly became solemn.

"This is the best way now. I don't dare to stop her anymore because she is too powerful. If she loses control, it will be a disaster for everyone."

"Even if she is allowed to kill those people, only a small number of them will die. Once she loses control, the general public will be implicated."

Out-of-control ghosts will not kill according to cause and effect. They will only rely on their own instincts to tear apart everyone who appears in front of them.