Oops, I've become the puppy apprentice of my stupid master.

"Even if a few people occasionally come to the village to stay overnight, they will just listen to the villagers and stay indoors."

Hearing this, Song Zhili became curious: "For more than a year, no one is willing to come here to solve the ghost problem in the village?"

Chang Ying immediately replied, "Yes! In addition to the first Taoist priest who specially set up a magic array to control me, two other martial artists with some skills came later."

Song Zhili asked: "So they didn't help you, or they thought it was too much trouble to help you, and they failed in the end?"

"neither!"

Chang Ying shook his head and sighed. He smiled bitterly and said, "They were unwilling to help me. Not only did they not help me, but they also spread all kinds of rumors in the village the next day. They almost died in my hands."

After listening to the other party for a while, Song Zhili was not as wary of him as before.

"How do you want us to help you? You have to explain everything to us before we help you."

When Chang Ying saw that they were willing to help him, he almost immediately smiled.

The man nodded excitedly, "Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir!"

Seeing that the other party was about to kneel down and kowtow again, Song Zhili quickly stepped forward and helped the man up.

"No need to kneel, you speak first."

"it is good!"

Chang Ying was about to tell them about her experience when she was interrupted by another masked man.

Yu Qianlin said: "Don't bother with that. We can just go to your memory and take a look."

The mouth may lie, but the memory cannot.

Hearing this, Chang Ying's body froze in an instant.

His face was already very pale, and now it was even paler and frightening.

"This...I..."

Seeing the other party's unwilling expression, Song Zhili immediately frowned and said coldly: "You really are setting a trap for us on purpose!"

Chang Ying quickly shook her head and denied it: "No, it's not like that, I... I just..."

He bit his lower lip tightly, looking very pitiful.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally said, "It's okay. As long as you are willing to help me, you can use my memory however you want."

The reason for his hesitation was simply that his memory was too dirty and he didn't want to pollute the eyes of these two gentlemen.

But it’s better to let them see it with their own eyes, so that they can better understand the cause and process of the whole incident.

Yu Qianlin held Song Zhili's hand, and then led their consciousness into each other's memories.

When Song Zhili opened his eyes, they were already in a brothel in the capital.

Looking at the lively scene inside, Song Zhili said in disbelief: "Damn! It's so real. I didn't expect it to be like this!"

Yu Qianlin smiled and said, "There are still many things that Ah Li doesn't know. Don't be in a hurry. Take your time."

Song Zhili asked, "Does checking other people's memories consume a lot of spiritual energy?"

The man beside him nodded, "Well, people without sufficient spiritual power can't do it. Are you feeling sorry for him, Ali?"

"…Who the hell cares about you? Have some shame!"

He was just a little curious!

However, Song Zhili can now be more certain of this person's strength.

No wonder the system said before that he had found a big partner.

I guess no one has bigger legs than this pervert.

Yu Qianlin led him forward a few steps, and suddenly a little boy in front of them was pushed and fell at their feet.

The little boy was about eight or nine years old, but his body seemed to be underdeveloped, and he was thin and small.

The moment the other person fell in front of them, Song Zhili was a little worried that his shoes would hurt the other person's skin.

Looking at the little boy in front of him and thinking of Chang Ying's appearance, Song Zhili could immediately confirm that the other party was the protagonist in this memory world.

Just looking at the scene in front of him, why does he always have an inexplicable sense of familiarity...

Especially this brothel, I have never been here before, but I feel extremely familiar with it.

"Chang Ying, I told you that you are not allowed to go to your mother no matter what happens. Where did you listen to my words, huh?"

The greasy-looking old woman in front came up and pinched the person on the ground several times.

Little Changying's body was shaking with pain, and he cried and begged for mercy: "Mother Rong, it hurts, please don't hit me..."

The old woman called Rong Mama not only did not stop after hearing this, but she stretched out her foot and kicked him hard several times.

"You're in pain? You still know it hurts, if you know it hurts, why don't you obey me? Huh? Why don't you obey me!"

"If I don't teach you a lesson today, you bastard, you don't even know what you are doing here!"

She pinched, kicked, and slapped him, "You're still crying, don't cry, if you cry again I will tear your mouth apart right now!"

After all, little Chang Ying grew up in a brothel. Although she is young, she has at least learned to admit her mistakes and apologize immediately when something goes wrong.

"I was wrong, Mother Rong, I don't dare anymore, I will never look for my mother again, Mother Rong, I really don't dare anymore..."

He was crying so hard that he was out of breath. His body was weak to begin with, and after being beaten so badly by the opponent, he curled up on the ground without even the strength to move.

Mother Rong saw that the fight was almost over, so she straightened up and snorted coldly, "If it weren't for the fact that your mother is the most beautiful woman in our store and can make money for me, do you really think I would leave you, a sickly person, here?"

"Although I don't know who your father is, at least you have inherited your mother's charming and lovable appearance."

The woman's eyes were full of calculations. She suddenly smiled and said, "It's okay to be sick. In two years, you will be able to follow those brothers to receive customers. When you help me make money, you will naturally have a good life~"

At that time, little Chang Ying had no idea what the other party meant by "receiving customers".

After the other party finished speaking, he thought that in two years, Rong's mother would let him go to work and earn money.

The little boy lay on the ground and choked up and said, "Thank you, Rong Mama. I will definitely work hard to receive customers and make money in the future!"

Rong's mother was very satisfied with the other party's reaction, "Well, I feel relieved with your words."

Looking at the other person twitching in pain on the ground, Song Zhili was angry that he couldn't reach out to help him.

When the old woman hit Chang Ying just now, he wanted to stand in front of her to stop her many times.

But in the end, his body couldn't touch anyone here.

Yu Qianlin reached out and rubbed his head, saying lovingly, "Silly boy, this is what has already happened. You naturally cannot change his ending."

Song Zhili knew this truth, but he couldn't bear to see such a young child being bullied.

Just after Rong's mother turned around and walked a few steps, a boy who looked like a teenager ran towards them.

"Wait, old woman in front, stop!"