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Hearing what the little ghost said, Song Zheng and Liang Jun felt a chill in their hearts. He said his son was dead! ?

"Oh, that's right." Bai Ningyu nodded. Indeed, Xiaojun had died a long time ago.

For unknown reasons, this little ghost was aborted by his parents. His parents felt guilty, so they paid a large sum of money to have him reborn as a good child. However, someone took advantage of the situation and turned him into a little ghost, who was then invited back by Liang Jun.

"Even though Xiaojun can't go back, I can let him vent his anger and avenge himself with my own hands!"

The little ghost was just a child after all. After hearing what Bai Ningyu said, he glanced at the somewhat frail Xiaojun next to him, and said with a disdainful expression on his face: "Just him?"

"That's right." Bai Ningyu looked at Xiaojun and asked, "Xiaojun, you must have suffered a lot in the jar. Do you want to teach him a lesson yourself?"

Xiaojun hesitated. He couldn't beat him at all... Could he still take revenge with his own hands?

Ma Ling encouraged him from the side, "Don't be afraid, Xiaojun. Go beat up this brat and he'll behave himself!"

Seeing this, Song Zheng and Liang Jun looked at Li Shang with a puzzled look in their eyes. Didn't the master say he was here to catch ghosts? Why was he instigating a fight between children?

Li Shang coughed lightly, touched his nose, and looked away. He had to avenge himself. This tough education was really great!

Li Shang silently gave the anchor a thumbs up in his heart.

Seeing Xiaojun's self-doubt, Bai Ningyu reached out and patted Xiaojun on the back and said, "Believe in yourself."

The moment Bai Ningyu touched Xiaojun, he felt his body filled with powerful energy.

Xiaojun looked at Bai Ningyu, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly said in a confident tone: "Okay, I want to beat him up and vent my anger!"

When the little ghost heard Xiaojun's words, the corners of his lips curled up, revealing his little fangs, and he laughed contemptuously: "Then it's a deal, you are not allowed to interfere midway!"

The little ghost could feel that these three people were very powerful and he was no match for them, but as long as they didn't take action, it would be easy for him to deal with one of their defeated opponents.

Bai Ningyu nodded, agreeing.

Song Zheng and Liang Jun were a little worried at this time. Song Zheng said worriedly: "Master, will this evil spirit hurt my son? Or should we..."

"Dad, this is a matter between us kids. You adults should stay out of it. I have to avenge myself!" Xiaojun said firmly.

Song Zheng wanted to stop him, but after thinking about it, he swallowed the words and decided to respect his son's ideas.

Bai Ningyu let go of the little ghost, only to see him instantly regain his previous ferocious appearance, flying towards Xiaojun and knocking him down in an instant.

The little ghost held Xiaojun down tightly, his sharp claws tightly gripping Xiaojun's throat.

"Xiaojun!"

"son!"

When Song Zheng and Liang Jun saw this scene, their hearts were in their throats.

The little ghost had a winner's smile on his face. When he thought he had easily defeated his defeated opponent again, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

His fingers were being pried open one by one by Xiaojun under him, and his strength seemed to have suddenly increased a lot.

The little ghost's smile slowly faded, and a bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes. He opened his bloody mouth and bit towards Xiaojun's soul.

Since you have become stronger, I will just eat you up!

But what the kid didn't expect was that Xiaojun punched him and knocked him out.

Without waiting for the little ghost to react, Xiaojun directly suppressed him with great force, sat on him, and punched the little ghost in the face with a series of meteor punches.

Can't avoid it, can't avoid it at all.

Although Xiaojun is small, he can clearly feel the pain in his body from each punch.

The little ghost let out a shrill roar, and his soul suddenly left Xiaojun's body. He broke free from Xiaojun's restraints and rushed towards the window to escape.

Seeing this, Xiaojun behind him flew over, subdued the little ghost, and spanked him on the butt.

"Woo woo woo, stop fighting, isn't it enough that you won?"

Only when he heard the little ghost's whimpering begging for mercy did Xiaojun stop. He stood up and returned to Song Zheng's side. His eyes sparkled with brilliance, and a smile spread across his face as he said, "Mom and Dad, I defeated him! I avenged myself!"

Song Zheng squatted down and praised: "Xiaojun is awesome, well done, you are worthy of being my son, Song Zheng!"

Looking at his son who had been harmed by him, and who not only did not blame him but had just saved him, Liang Jun suddenly felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Why am I not satisfied with such a good child? This little boy has really tried his best and is really sensible. It is me, as a mother, who has failed in my duty.

Liang Jun's eyes were filled with deep regret. She looked at Bai Ningyu and pleaded, "Master, I was wrong. Please, think of a way. As long as Xiaojun can be brought back to life, I'm willing to accept any price. I can't lose Xiaojun."

However, Bai Ningyu shook her head helplessly and said, "Humanity has its limits, and reincarnation is the law of the world that cannot be changed. Xiaojun is already dead. The only thing I can do now is to send him to reincarnation."

After hearing Bai Ningyu say this, Liang Jun realized that she had truly lost her child. She collapsed to the ground and burst into tears uncontrollably.

"Don't be sad, Mom. After Xiaojun leaves, there will be other babies to accompany you. Actually, I love you very much. When you were in heaven, I thought you were very beautiful, so I came to be with you. It's Xiaojun who is not good enough..."

"No, it's not! Xiaojun is fine, it's mom who is not good. I'm sorry, Xiaojun, I was wrong, please don't leave me." When Liang Jun heard Xiaojun say that, she regretted it so much that tears kept streaming down her cheeks.

How could it be that Xiaojun is not good enough? It is because I am not worthy of being Xiaojun's mother. I always ignore the shining points of my child and am always obsessed with his grades. I am the one who harmed her child.

The family of three cried bitterly.

The little ghost curled his lips and whispered, "What's there to cry about? My parents don't want me anymore, and I didn't even cry!"

Although he said this, there was envy in the look he gave Xiaojun.

"You're just envious!" Ma Ling directly exposed the little ghost without any hesitation.

The little ghost turned his head away angrily.

Song Zheng finally stopped crying and asked Bai Ningyu, "Master, can you still let Xiaojun be reborn into my family?"

"Your fate as a father and son to Xiaojun has ended. In your next life, Xiaojun will be born into a harmonious family, and his family will love him very much."

Song Zheng felt a pang in his heart and nodded. Well, that's fine. Xiaojun probably doesn't want to go back to this home that doesn't give him much care.

Amid Liang Jun's wailing, Xiaojun was sent to the underworld by Bai Ningyu, and the little ghost was also sent to the underworld.

Although his killing was not serious, he still killed a person, so he could not escape the punishment of the underworld.

The following year, a Chinese couple abroad gave birth to a pair of boys. The older brother was sensible, while the younger one was naughty. However, whenever the older brother was in danger, the younger one would come to his side and protect him...

Song Zheng and Liang Jun were also very grateful to Bai Ningyu and immediately transferred a reward of three million.

After leaving the Song family, Ma Ling was still lamenting how greedy people were when she saw Li Shang handing Bai Ningyu his phone and saying, "I wonder what the host thinks about this?"

Bai Ningyu took the phone and saw a very blurry photo on Li Shang's phone.

The photo shows smoke and vegetation covering the sky, giving people an indescribable sense of weirdness and oppression.