The man remained slightly bent over, rolling his eyes and mouth wide open. Blood flowed out of his mouth, forming small waterfalls.

The onlookers screamed and shouted.

There was also blood oozing from the man's chest, and a little bit of it was soaked and yellowed shirt.

The doctors and nurses next to him couldn't react, let alone the other onlookers.

Mo Xiaoling looked indifferently at the man's death.

Tears suddenly rolled down her eyes.

Her mood didn't fluctuate, but she couldn't stop crying.

At such a moment, the little girl, who was only ten years old, was at a loss, and only knew how to cry, just like when she was a baby. It's just that at this moment, no matter how much she cried, no one came to comfort her, anxiously cared about her, and took her around to seek medical advice.

The chaotic street scene is gone.

Mo Xiaoling knelt at the door of the room. After a threshold, Mo Xiaoling's grandmother cried and scolded. She scolded Mo Xiaoling so much that she didn't dare to cross the threshold once, and her waving hand didn't dare to fall on Mo Xiaoling's body.

I smelled the smell of incense, and when I drifted into the house, I saw Mo Xiaoling's father's mourning hall. Mo Xiaoling's father's posthumous photo was placed on the mourning hall, and on the cabinet next to it, there was also a posthumous photo of her mother and an urn.

I turned around and went to see Mo Xiaoling.

She didn't cry or make a fuss, and there were still side effects of the death scene on her body, but she didn't show it at all on her face.

“…… Dead Star! I knew you were going to kill our whole family! What sin have we done! God you don't open your eyes! You're going to kill this dead star! Mo Xiaoling's grandmother patted her chest and cried hoarsely.

Her grandfather pulled her grandmother, smoked vigorously, and occasionally looked at Mo Xiaoling, all with a look of frustration and disgust.

There were neighbors watching the excitement outside, and some people came to persuade them, but they all bypassed Mo Xiaoling.

An old lady whispered to Mo Xiaoling, "Lingling, you go outside first." Your grandmother is crying when she looks at you. I'm going to cry like this. You go out first, come back later, and then kowtow to your father." ”

Mo Xiaoling looked up at her.

The old lady sighed, her eyes full of pity and sympathy.

Mo Xiaoling lowered her head, got up from the ground, and walked silently.

The onlookers got out of the way, whether they believed Mo Xiaoling's grandmother's words or didn't believe it, they were unwilling to approach Mo Xiaoling.

I glanced at the old lady.

She made a straight face at Mo Xiaoling's grandmother and reprimanded: "You are also an old person, what nonsense are you talking about!" Your son and daughter-in-law are dead, and your granddaughter is left, don't look at it well, you will break the roots of your family, and your son will have no one to worship in the future! What a knot, what age! Look at what is said in the news. Superstition is unacceptable! That kind of Taoist priest's words are not good! ”

The old lady said a nondescript reason, but it could barely be regarded as helping Mo Xiaoling.

Mo Xiaoling listened a little, didn't pay attention, and had already gone downstairs and walked into the public garden of the community.

She probably doesn't remember, the first time she told her mother when she was a child that she had seen a ghost, her mother fled here with her.

I watched her sit in that position, her hand touching the painted chair, in a daze, and I thought she might remember it.

A boy walked over and stood in front of Mo Xiaoling, his small body casting a shadow on Mo Xiaoling.

Mo Xiaoling raised her head.

"Lingling, why are you here alone? Your father ......" The boy looked a few years older than Mo Xiaoling, looked like a junior high school student, and was carrying a schoolbag.

He stopped talking, feeling guilty, as if he had realized that he had said the wrong thing.

Mo Xiaoling lowered her head again.

She didn't think about anything. Her body was still aching. The yin qi of the female ghost in red has not completely dissipated, and the side effects are still there.

The boy sat next to Mo Xiaoling, kicked his legs, and suddenly said, "I know, you can see ghosts." This is called Yin and Yang Eyes. There is a play on the TV. If you have yin and yang eyes, you can see ghosts, and you can catch ghosts, which is very powerful. ”

The boy's words were a little childish. He looked at Mo Xiaoling cautiously.

I think he is making Mo Xiaoling happy.

Mo Xiaoling raised her head, "I can't see ghosts. ”

"Huh? My mom said you can see ghosts. My grandmother didn't believe it. She said you're sick. The doctor can't see it now, but he will definitely be able to see it in the future. The country is developing, medicine is developing. The boy was serious and gushing.

Mo Xiaoling coldly interrupted the boy's words, "I can see ghosts killing." ”

The boy shut up and looked at Mo Xiaoling in surprise.

"Do you want to see it?" Mo Xiaoling asked, full of malice, and her face was also an undisguised malicious smile.

The boy thought for a moment, and hesitated.

Mo Xiaoling snorted and lowered her head again.

The boy scratched his head, "I'm not...... But...... Your parents ......" He still looked a little scared.

"They were scared to death." Mo Xiaoling said, "They are all cowards. I've seen ...... since I was a kid They were scared to death as soon as they saw it. ”

The boy let out an "oh".

Both of them stopped talking.

Mo Xiaoling's tears fell down, she was crying for herself, crying aggrievedly.

She didn't want to kill, she didn't want to kill her mother, and she didn't want to kill the middle-aged woman whose name she didn't know. And after she killed her father with her own hands, she did not regret it.

She didn't know what to do.

I can only sigh at the thought of my own abilities.

If I really had the ability when I was a child, and Ye Qing didn't save me, what would I become?

I love my parents and my sister very much, and I am sure that now they know what I am capable of, and they will only worry about me, not shy away from me. But what about when I was a kid? My parents may still love me, but I still have my sister at home.

My sister was in the most ignorant period at that time, imitating everything she saw, heartless, and the most innocent and cruel was a child of that age. I still remember how my sister tossed me when I was a child. She's not malicious, she's just playful. Sometimes, while I'm sleeping, it swoops on my head, overwhelming me and giggling. I'm going to get angry, and if the pain is so loud that I don't make a sound, she'll be careful to please me again, and give me the lollipop she's licking. It's cute, pitiful, and makes people forget that they just wanted to beat her up.

My sister may be afraid of me, she may be in danger because of me. Mom and Dad must consider the safety of their sister. Things don't always go as smoothly as they do now.

The so-called time, place, and people are simple to say, but it is really difficult to meet the three. Most of the time, the same is not satisfied.

With just a slight difference in one variable, things may go in the opposite direction.

Mo Xiaoling's ability appeared at the worst possible time. The nature of her abilities is also very bad. Now Mo Xiaoling has no way to control her ability and control her life.

This is a tragedy.

It also reminds me of Yu Chuan Peak. The teenager who could see something new at a glance ended up choosing to deceive himself and pretend that nothing had happened. He didn't hurt anyone, but he couldn't be considered brave enough to live.

The opposite example should be Ye Qing.

It's just that Ye Qing's situation should be different from others. I'm not sure when he met Xuanqing Zhenren and was guided by such an unorthodox and decent person. It's never too late. I vaguely remember, it was quite early. In this way, Ye Qing is very lucky.

No one's life is exactly the same.

So, they were capable people at a young age and ended up taking different paths.

I somewhat understood Ye Qing's thoughts at this time.

What he wants to overturn is all these tragedies.

If it is really possible to change the world from a long time ago, then these people ......

The boy mustered up his courage and said, "All right. Show me. Don't cry. ”

Mo Xiaoling turned her head to look at the boy.

The boy looked serious, "I see." Don't cry. ”

Mo Xiaoling sneered. The expression of an adult appeared on the small face. She rubbed her face rudely and held out her hand to the boy. She thought to herself that the other party would definitely be scared to death just like everyone else. They don't know what they're enduring anymore, and there's no way they can endure these things all the time as they are.

The boy's hand held Mo Xiaoling's small hand, and the warm power was transmitted.

Mo Xiaoling wasn't distracted at this point, just thinking about the female ghost in red.

The hand that held her was immediately forced, as if it was about to pinch her hand off.

Mo Xiaoling shouted, and the other party relaxed his strength.

"I'm sorry......" the boy whispered, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

His face turned pale, his lips turned pale, and his body trembled slightly.

He pulled the corners of his mouth with great difficulty, and said weakly: "Mo Xiaoling, you are so powerful...... I'm not afraid of this...... It turns out that there are really ghosts in this world. It's true...... It's horrible......"

The boy couldn't hold it anymore, his body was crooked, and he fell to the ground.

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Good night everyone~

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