Wang Zichenglong didn't understand the meaning of Tang Sanmu's words, but was stunned for a moment: "Master, my child is just a bad student, he won't die, right?

I don’t quite understand what you mean.”

Tang Sanmu shook his head: "What I'm saying is that you pay too little attention to your children, but what you're saying is that your children are still bad learners.

I can tell you that your child is facing serious bullying in school.

Stealing money and belongings, and declining academic performance are all caused by bullying.

If it cannot be stopped in time, tragedy will happen."

Hearing what Tang Sanmu said, he forced a smile on his face and said, "No way. With my child's personality, how could he be bullied?"

Golden Requiem: Alas, no wonder Master Tang said he didn't pay enough attention to his children.

Dark Angel: I guess every parent’s first reaction after learning that their child is being bullied is, how could my child’s character be bullied?

Nether Mania: I have to say that school violence is really terrifying and may ruin a child’s life!

Although Tang Sanmu didn't tell the fortune of Wang Zi Cheng Long's son, he saw something in Wang Zi Cheng Long's own face.

After all, he has a psychic eye, and from his life trajectory, he can also see some of the lives of people who are connected by cause and effect.

After his son jumped off the building, he realized that his son had been bullied for a long time and finally couldn't bear the pain and chose to end his life.

So I went to the school to make the case, and to the bully's family to make the case.

After various wranglings, it lasted for several years, but no results were achieved.

Tang Sanmu Baoyan saw him running around, for the sake of fairness and to treat the child.

The bully is still living his or her own life, while the bullied person, although still alive, has ended his flower-like life.

After warning the trolls, some of them actually calmed down, but some of them became more aggressive as if they were disbelieving, as if just to demonstrate:

"Haha, bullying? Will good children be bullied?"

"Obviously, good children are protected by their teachers and will not be harmed by bad children."

"I think so too. Birds of a feather flock together, so how can a decent child be bullied? Why doesn't he bully others?"

As he said these words, there was a sudden banging and violent shaking behind Tang Sanmu.

Finally, as if something had reached a critical point, there was a loud noise.

The strange boy statue exploded and fell into pieces.

Black air filled the air and spread out in all directions, like a black flower blooming in the void, bringing with it evil charm and gloom.

It disappeared in an instant, but those with sharp eyes saw the black mist moving in all directions.

The trolls who were originally clamoring shut their mouths and became quiet after seeing this weird scene.

After seeing Tang Sanmu's serious expression, Hope Long finally took a deep breath: "I know Master Tang, and I will pay attention to the child's condition in the future.

If it is indeed true, I will do my best to fight the bully to the end."

Tang Sanmu said: "Bullying is not terrible, and the law is not a fiction.

With such powerful weapons, why rely on metaphysics?"

After Wang Zicheng thanked him, he gave Tang Sanmu another two thousand yuan as a reward, and then hung up the live broadcast.

Tang Sanmu stretched himself. Ever since he decided to pay attention to this matter, his face had changed, and his life had changed.

Fans in the live broadcast room are still savoring the taste:

"What Master Tang said is very reasonable when you think about it carefully. There is a causal relationship between hard work and the safety of your children."

"Yes, yes, I'm just thinking about it. It's amazing. Because working so hard, you pay less attention to your children, so some children are bullied."

"Then something happens to the child because he is bullied. After the accident, he will be involved in endless entanglements and spend a lot of money and energy. This is another kind of worry!"

Amid the lively discussion, Tang Sanmu said goodbye to everyone.

Although all the friends expressed dissatisfaction, it was already getting late.

Before the live broadcast ended, everyone expressed regret that they could not see those trolls being tortured with their own eyes.

But some trolls showed no fear and asked Tang Sanmu to come over.

Tang Sanmu just smiled slightly at this. The technique was completed, the karma was accumulated, and he actually had nothing to do next.

After hanging up the live broadcast, he got up and went to bed, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Even he himself didn't know that in the deep night sky, the black aura was spreading in all directions like blooming flowers.

It scattered into many tiny petals, and looked like dark shooting stars.

A person who had just uttered arrogant words in the live broadcast room looked disdainfully out of the window while lying on the bed.

He put out the cigarette butt in his hand and sneered: "It's a thousand miles away from pretending to be a ghost. I don't believe you can do anything to me!"

This man had several trumpets, which he used to sing harmoniously, so he made a very loud noise.

He was just confident and believed that Tang Sanmu could not do anything to him.

He sneered, turned over, and fell asleep peacefully, but while he was half asleep and half awake, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his mouth, teeth, and tongue.

Suddenly he opened his eyes and saw scarlet blood flowing out of his mouth.

This blood seemed to have been flowing for a long time, and it actually dyed the pillow and quilt bright red.

The man's eyes widened, looking at the blood under the light, and he was very frightened.

Just when the pain was getting stronger and stronger, making him almost dizzy, his mouth moved unconsciously.

He let out a shrill laugh, no matter how much he covered his mouth or how much he tried to grit his teeth.

But the mouth was still doing all sorts of strange movements amidst the bursts of severe pain, making such sounds.

He stood up and walked towards the mirror. He didn't know this, but he was shocked when he saw it.

His face and body were covered with blood, and his eyes were bloodshot, like a ferocious evil ghost.

The most eye-catching thing is that a pair of black hands appear inexplicably, like a baby, hugging him from behind.

His young hands tore at his mouth fiercely, which was also the main reason for the blood flowing out of his mouth and the severe pain.

And that laughter was even more inexplicable, as if there was another person in his mouth.

He was originally full of disdain for Tang Sanmu, but at this moment all the hairs on his body stood up.

His scalp was numb, and he knew that what Tang Sanmu said about meeting in a dream and being haunted by injustice had really come true!

Squeak!

When I thought of this in my mind, there was a sharp sound in my ears, which almost made my eardrums pierce.

Then there were bursts of strange sounds in his ears, which were voices.

I can't hear the sadness or joy, I can't distinguish the male or female, it's like I'm repeating some simple sentences mechanically.

"Shouldn't women serve men? I think this is only natural."

"Who are you Tang Sanmu? Look at the dead people now. Are you happy?"

"Your father is just a laborer, and he is disabled. Being able to use him is already a great honor for the boss. How come you, a little kid, are not satisfied?"

"Have children ever considered their own problems when they were bullied?"

The dull sound was like a demonic sound filling his ears, impacting the man's brain.

Even if he blocked his ears, it would not help.
Chapter completed!