Shocking! The master of metaphysics is actually the ancestor of ghosts and monsters!

"Take it off!"

"..."

The Russian was completely baffled by that statement.

Staring blankly and confused, he looked at Jing Li. Seeing the girl slowly approaching him, he was immediately terrified and stammered, "No, don't come any closer! Help! Someone help me! I won't do it again!"

He dragged himself backward.

Jingli repeated again: "Take it off!"

"Grandma, what should I take off?" She crawled forward with both hands, turning her head to ask quickly.

"Take off your clothes."

The girl crossed her arms and impatiently tugged at the stick.

I've been feeling irritable lately; it must be because my body is too weak...

The Russian looked terrified, “…”

Take off your clothes? Did he hear me right? He's got his eye on me?

There's no way he has any shady fetishes. This place is full of devils, whether they're human or ghost. How could he possibly believe that a pretty young girl could be a delicate maiden?

Seeing that Jing Li was getting increasingly impatient with the stick, Mao Zi quickly started to take off his shirt. He was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and once he took it off, he was completely naked.

They used to wander around shirtless, but now, under Jing Li's scrutinizing gaze, they felt utterly ashamed.

Jing Li was satisfied with his speed. She poked the third brother with the stick and said disdainfully, "Come here and take his clothes off too."

"His whole body," the girl added, tossing aside the rope she'd found in the corner. "Hang him there."

Jing Li pointed to the towering iron railings on the side of the road across the alley and glanced casually at the Russian.

The Russian was so frightened that he scrambled over and quickly stripped the third brother of his clothes.

At this point, he didn't care about brotherhood; he just wanted to abandon his third brother and run away immediately.

Soon, the third brother was stripped naked and his hands and feet were tied to the iron bars.

Hanging in mid-air, completely dizzy and motionless.

After finishing all the chores with a limp, the Russian noticed the girl was still staring at him and asked in a panic, "Me... do I want some too?"

He pointed to himself.

"of course."

The girl's words completely extinguished his little scheme.

"You should be glad that this is a society governed by the rule of law."

Murder is illegal, and it's even more difficult to dispose of the body.

The Russian, with a mournful face, cowered and humiliatedly took off his clothes.

That's outrageous!

Before he could even take off his clothes, Jing Li knocked him unconscious with a stick, dumped him in the alley, and then drove away.

It was too offensive to look at; she didn't want to do it herself.

After groping her way back to the original owner's rented room, Jing Li found it in complete disarray, as if it had been robbed.

The clean and tidy floor was covered with clothes and shoes, the kitchen was a mess, and the floor was wet.

Needless to say, the bedroom was in a completely different state. Drawers and cabinets were forcibly opened, and the items inside were ransacked and scattered everywhere, making it look extremely messy and disorganized.

Jingli looked at the messy blankets and pillows and sighed.

Someone who lacked knowledge cleaned until late at night, still very excited, even though she had never played with these cleaning supplies before.

......

......

Jingli slept until the afternoon of the next day.

The original owner's body was too weak, and she always felt that this weakness even affected her soul, which was something that shouldn't have happened.

She woke up from hunger.

Looking for food but having no money, he thought for a while and decided to go find the two rich kids to get some money.

However, we'll have to wait a little longer.

She took a sip of water to moisten her dry throat before slowly taking out and putting on the original owner's clothes.

Forehead......

After looking around, she could only come up with four words: strange clothes.

However, Jingli didn't have any special requirements for clothes. She took out a round-neck pink and gray short-sleeved shirt with a sheep's head on it, put on a pair of dark green cropped pants, and then closed the closet door.

She stepped onto the floor she had just cleaned, feeling happy.

As if she had a premonition, she looked over before the knocking even started.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The person outside impatiently knocked on the door twice, and then cursed, "You brat, are you in there?"

The rustling sound of keys opening the door.

"Mom, if that brat is inside later, I'll beat that little bitch to death. She's not even listening to you now."

A man was stirring up trouble outside.

His tone was vicious.

Coincidentally, the original owner's name was also Jingli, but with one more character, Liang Jingli.

Even if her father sold her, he wouldn't be her biological father, and the woman outside who was hurling insults at her certainly wouldn't be her biological mother.

As for the man who was shouting, his story is even more interesting. He was a sleazy, greasy fat man who had taken a liking to his nominal sister.

They didn't do anything too outrageous, but they did a lot of minor touching and rubbing.

Thinking of this, Jing Li smiled, a smile that was exceptionally dangerous.

"You brat, why won't you open the door? Are you looking for death?!" The foster mother, Yang Fang, opened the door and saw Jing Li laughing. She yelled, "You worthless brat, you dare laugh at me!"

He rolled up his sleeves and was about to go and hit Jing Li.

The girl didn't move, her smile widening. One of the original owner's wishes could be fulfilled today.

Yang Fang stormed over and raised her hand to slap Jing Li across the face.

The next second, her wrist was grabbed.

As if bound by steel, a piercing pain shot through her wrist; she could even hear the sound of bones cracking.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!——”

"Crazy! Crazy!" Yang Fang screamed frantically. The pain in her body made her scream even louder. She twisted her arms, trying to pull away, but dared not use any force.

"son!"

The pain was so intense that I thought of Liang Jinliang, who was still by the door.

Liang Jinliang was stunned.

I never expected this money-losing company to retaliate.

"Son, Jinliang, what are you looking at!"

Yang Fang screamed in pain!

Liang Jinliang finally snapped out of his initial shock and immediately burst into curses: "You damn good-for-nothing, you dare to fight back? You've gone too far!"

He stormed forward, his fat jiggling, and reached out to beckon Jing Li.

Jing Li threw Yang Fang onto the table, then grabbed a vase from the table and started smashing it.

The impact made Liang Jinliang's ears ring.

Liang Jinliang stays up all night playing games and eating junk food. He appears obese, but his body is actually severely depleted. Jing Li doesn't even need to calculate; just one look is enough to tell that someone like him won't live long.

Having just been beaten, Liang Jinliang almost fainted.

Yang Fang's arms hung limply at her sides. Seeing blood gushing from her son's head, she rushed over to check on Liang Jinliang. She was so angry she almost choked, yelling, "I knew you little slut had a rebellious streak in your heart! Today you've finally exposed yourself, daring to hit even your own mother and brother!"

Yang Fang's eyes gleamed with malice, as if she wanted to poke two holes in Jing Li's body.

"Quarrel!"

Jing Li uttered only one word.

Thinking back to what happened before, the injuries these two suffered today were less than one-thousandth of the original owner's injuries.

Charging some interest is perfectly reasonable.

In the original owner's life, she was the family's punching bag, subjected to verbal abuse at best and physical beatings at worst. Liang Jinliang's frequent harassment made her feel nauseous.