Quick Wear: The Creation of Equality for Every Psychopath

Just about to go over and stop it.

Who would have thought that as soon as I went out, I saw frightened people being called for help by strong men. Some people had already come over with wooden sticks. Although everyone was afraid of ghosts, they were more in number now.

This ghost seems to be still shouting something.

Of course Liu Wanyi asked her father to save her.

Unfortunately, she was about to be surrounded at this time. If she didn't save herself, she would be beaten to death, so she could only run backwards. Fortunately, she was still on the scooter, and she subconsciously scooted forward.

Combined with the loose wedding dress and the wind blowing, it looked like she was floating away.

"Beat her to death, beat her to death." The strong man and the others were frightened out of their wits by Liu Wanyi. Seeing that physical attacks were effective, how could they let the ghost go?

They all chased after her. Father Liu followed with his phone, shouting anxiously, "Stop hitting her! She's my daughter. She's just pretending to be a ghost for a livestream."

However, after they ran for a long time, they found that everyone outside had left, but they seemed not to leave the alley.

The phone was still in his hand, and the number of people in the live broadcast room was still skyrocketing. Only Liu Wanyi's back could be vaguely seen on the screen. Many people asked why the person filming didn't chase after her, and the screen didn't move.

Only Su Nuan saw that Liu's father and mother had stayed in the dark place for too long. Not only that, they followed Liu Wanyi, who was dressed as a ghost, all the way, and naturally they were also entangled by those dirty things.

Once the yang energy in their bodies is devoured, they will soon be able to see clearly what is surrounding them. If a normal person sees this, few people will survive.

Liu Wanyi was extremely desperate at the moment, because there were obviously more people where she passed by, but these people looked at her as if she were a ghost. Mainly, she was in pain all over, having been hit by many bricks.

But no one knew how distorted her face was at this moment. In addition, she was hit by a brick on her face. Not only was her originally pale face covered in blood, but you could also see the hideous wound.

She came over again wearing an ancient wedding dress. It was the Cold Clothes Festival, so there were few people on the road, and there was always an indescribable chill. It would be strange if I wasn't afraid.

Liu Wanyi wanted to take a taxi, but she couldn't stop at all, and the person behind her soon caught up with her.

Just at the entrance of an alley, Liu Wanyi felt tripped by something and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Catch her and kill her."

To others, it was a ghost that dared to scare people, so they killed it first.

Ahhh.

Sharp screams echoed throughout the street.

"I am a human being. I am the anchor Yiyi."

Unfortunately, the frightened person didn't listen at all, not to mention that a cold aura continued to emanate from Liu Wanyi.

Liu Wanyi regretted it very much. Her whole body was in pain and her hand was stepped on and broken. She should have listened to her sister. "Wuwuwu, help! Mom and Dad, where are you? Come and save me! I will never dress up as a ghost on the Cold Clothes Festival again."

Liu Wanyi's father and mother, who were called by Liu Wanyi at the entrance of the alley, opened their eyes wide, their faces turned extremely pale, and they looked around mechanically, with resentful voices filling their ears.

Ah!

They both screamed and died of a heart attack.

The phone also fell at this time, and was completely plunged into darkness.

A gloomy-faced man in the hospital was planning to call the police, but as the screen went black, he soon saw other videos with the label "Ghost Festival, the ghosts are too bold, everyone come and fight the ghosts."

In the video, you can see a bride in red being surrounded and beaten by a group of people.

In the end, he was covered in blood and his clothes were torn.

I don’t know who called the police, but when the police arrived, the person in the red wedding dress had turned into a pile of meat paste.

The people who beat her reacted and scattered. Even if they were all caught, the law cannot punish everyone. What's more, at this time, Liu Wanyi was seeking death.

The man burst into laughter, crying as he laughed, "She deserves it, she deserves it, beat her to death, beat her to death."

On the other side, the man sobbed as he looked at his father who was covered with a white cloth and had worked hard for him all his life and finally had a better life but was frightened to death, and his mother who was still heartbroken.

Three days later, Su Nuan held a funeral for the three people and scattered their ashes.

After returning home, I opened Liu Wanyi’s live broadcast room.

"Hey, isn't the anchor dead? Damn, that can't be the case."

Many people in the live broadcast room sent out pop-up messages of fear, but they refused to leave.

At this time, Su Nuan slowly appeared on the screen of the live broadcast room.

"My sister is dead, and my parents are dead too."

Su Nuan had a blank expression on her face. "Next year during the Cold Clothes Festival, I will burn paper money for them."

I don’t know why everyone watching the live broadcast felt a chill in their hearts.

Su Nuan narrowed her eyes. "Although I know that people who watch live broadcasts are seeking novelty, I still hope that everyone can maintain a sense of awe for the rules left by our ancestors."

"The Cold Clothes Festival is ultimately a holiday set aside to commemorate deceased relatives. Burning paper money also carries a hope that they are still alive in another way, and that the suffering they endured in life will not be repeated in death."

"I hope they can live a good life, have money to spend and clothes to wear."

"This is a blessing, a blessing for deceased relatives."

"On a festival like this, I don't understand why you would make such a joke, and even want to pursue excitement on a festival like this, harming others and yourself?"

He raised his eyes, his gaze firm, "I will cancel this live broadcast account. I hope everyone will take care of theirselves."

Especially those who encouraged Liu Wanyi to scare people, and those who laughed and thought that Liu Wanyi was not scary enough that day.

They...have all committed bad karma through their speech, and their luck will be affected to a certain extent. If they are not unlucky for their entire life, they will be unlucky for half their life.

Not to mention that Liu Wanyi was beaten to death while wearing a blood-red wedding dress, so she was quite angry. Who would she direct her hatred towards?

Anyway, it's not the original owner who tried hard to persuade her.

Su Nuan also put this house up for sale. She can no longer stay here.

Haha, this is the consequence of dressing up as a ghost during the Ghost Festival.

You may not believe it, but you must be in awe.

Finally, Su Nuan wants to say that believing in science, metaphysics and so on, well, it’s hard to say whether they are gods or not.

When they arrived at the new home, everything started from the beginning. Su Nuan slowly floated out of the original owner's body.

Liu Xiaoxiao raised her head, her eyes calm, then she closed her eyes and clasped her hands together, "Thank you."

Her heart still ached. She had never thought that she was so lowly in the eyes of her sister and parents. How had she wronged them?

Ding--

Su Nuan only had five hundred and four more merits in his pocket?

"Uh, that's not quite right. Although this mission is simple, the original owner's fate is not too bad, and he had a deep obsession before his death."

With a flash of his body, he came to the previous intersection, made a hand gesture, and soon, a black pattern of red spider lily appeared in the middle of the intersection.

Su Nuan's scalp tingled, "Damn it, I knew this wasn't going to be easy."

The ashes of the previous owner were scattered here.