The mages picked up their own magic weapons and began their ghost capture.

Hong Ziqing was afraid that Li Dazui would be arrested, so he asked her to run away quickly.

"Aunt Li, run away quickly, they are coming up soon."

"Do you want to fly?"

Li Dazui asked a question about the wrong words.

"If you don't answer, you're thinking about it. I'll take you to fly."

Li Dazui picked up Hong Ziqing and flew out of the window.

"Ah, um!"

Hong Ziqing covered her mouth in fear. With Li Dazui's encouragement, she tried to open her hands and feel the feeling of flying in the air.

It was late at night, and there was no one there. Looking down, you could only see the lights. The lights in thousands of houses were very beautiful.

Li Dazui took her to float for two hours, and the city was surrounded by them.

Back at the villa, the masters have left.

They left without any gains.

Hong Ziqing returned to the room and jumped and screamed, "Wow, it's so exciting, I can fly."

Li Dazui sat in front of the dressing table, combing his hair one by one with a comb.

It was midnight that a woman in ancient costume sat there combing her hair, which was really scary.

If Hong Ziqing hadn't been familiar with her, she would have to be scared.

"Aunt Li, why do ghosts like to comb their hair in the middle of the night?"

"You have read too many novels again. I comb my hair because the wind blows my hair."

"I'll help Aunt Li comb."

Hong Ziqing picked up the comb and helped Li Damou comb Li. Some horror scenes she saw flashed through her mind, such as the kind that she had combed her hair and scalp.

She combed it carefully, for fear of tearing off Li Dazui's scalp.

The next day, Hong Jianhui and his family came back.

The wizards said that the place was clean and there was nothing unclean.

Hong Jianhui felt that he had been cheated, and someone must have pretended to be a ghost to scare him. He thought he knew the truth and was furious.

"Dad, my sister has been staying in the room and never came out, nor did she hear her scared screams. My sister should be fine."

Hong Xiaohui peeled an apple for Hong Jianhui and gave it to him. Her seemingly worried words made Hong Jianhui think too much.

Could it be that this rebellious woman did it? She has been rebellious since she was a child, and there is nothing she dared not do.

"Let's go and have a look. I'm worried about Ziqing's problem."

Yu Weiwei followed and said.

The mother and daughter gave each other a look.

Hong Jianhui walked upstairs angrily and kicked Hong Ziqing's door open.

Hong Ziqing sat on the balcony with her back facing them and was painting. She listened to the song with her headphones, and the sound was loud. She didn't notice that her door was kicked open, and there were three people standing behind her.

She doesn't know how to draw yet, and she taught her that she was taught by Li Dazui, so she learned some basics first.

Hong Ziqing is very talented and has learned very well. In just a few days, he can draw a slightly decent scenery.

When Hong Jianhui saw his daughter listening to music and painting, the smile on his face was something he had never seen before.

"Sister, you are drawing, you haven't learned it. I've learned it, I'll teach you."

Hong Xiaohui walked to Hong Ziqing and reached out to get the pen in her hand.

Hong Ziqing was so scared that she pushed Hong Xiaohui by reflex conditions.

"ah."

Not surprisingly, there was another mess.

The father and daughter fought, Hong Jianhui pushed her sister outraged, and Hong Ziqing exasperated Hong Jianhui tore her painting.

Yu Weiwei was trying to fight, and Hong Xiaohui was crying in fear.

This is the case every time.

Hong Ziqing said that he was tired, so wouldn’t this mother and daughter use other tricks? Are you always not tired of doing this?

"Hmph, you should reflect on me and don't apologize to your sister, so don't eat."

Hong Jianhui locked Hong Ziqing in the room.

This lock lasted for several days.

After all, he is his own daughter. Even if he doesn't like him, he can't really starve him to death. Three days later, Hong Jianhui opened the door with a dark face.

"Did you know...wrong...?"

Hong Ziqing lay on the sofa, gnawing on the chicken legs, looking at Hong Jianhui expressionlessly.

"Click, click."

Hong Ziqing squeaked her food, and the oil in her mouth showed how happy she was eating.

Hong Jianhui was so angry that he trembled all over, "Where did you come from to eat?"

"It's not yours, it's your business."

Hong Ziqing's look of beating and the words of beating made Hong Jianhui angrily pull out his belt and suck her towards her.

"Woooooooooooooooooo~~I died so miserable~"

Li Dazui slowly stood up from behind the sofa with disheveled hair.

Hong Jianhui's waved hand, but he didn't wave it for a long time. He opened his eyes wide and looked behind Hong Ziqing in horror.

Hong Ziqing still protected her head and was slow to pull the belt off. She slowly moved her hand away and frowned at the terrified Hong Jianhui.

"What kind of expression do you have? If you want to hit me, I will not be afraid."

"You...you you, behind you."

Hong Jianhui pointed behind her and said tremblingly.

Hong Ziqing looked back for no reason, "What's wrong with me? What's going on?"

"You can't see?"

Hong Ziqing looked back and stood up and stepped on the sofa to look. She said unhappily, "What are you doing? Pretend to be a ghost, go out, go out."

Hong Ziqing pushed the stiff Hong Jianhui out and snorted unhappily.

Hong Jianhui stood outside the door, looking at the closed door, sweating profusely.

That's not fake, it's not fake, it's really... ghost.

She is Ziqing's mother, so she has been by Ziqing's side? She is protecting her?

Hong Jianhui was so scared that he didn't dare to go in again.

In the room, Hong Ziqing and Li Dazui slammed their hands.

"Aunt Li is so great."

"Hehe, it's okay."

Li Dazui reached out to pull his hair, and this original body had a good hair.

The two continued to draw in the room, and it had nothing to do with them no matter how the quarrels were outside.

Hong Jianhui did not tell Yu Weiwei what happened just now, and he made a phone call in a restless manner.

A few days later at noon.

Li Dazui and Hong Ziqing were lying on the bed and chatting.

"Hey, the Buddha's light is shining." Li Da's mouth floated up and followed the strong Buddha's light to the downstairs.

Hong Ziqing followed behind.

Downstairs, Hong Jianhui and a monk were sitting on the sofa talking.

"Mr. Puchen, that female ghost is in my house. I have seen her twice. She is my daughter's mother. You must help me drive her away. If she doesn't leave, you will take her away and let her soul die. How can a dead person shake in front of a living person every day? Isn't this harmful?"

"Hong Jianhui, you are the one who lost your soul. Who is my mother? Isn't you your wife? Do you still have the heart? You vicious man."

Hong Ziqing shouted and ran downstairs. She rushed to the kitchen and picked up the knife and waved it to Hong Jianhui.

"The donor cannot."

The monk sitting next to Hong Jianhui stood up, stretched out his right hand and took the knife in Hong Ziqing's hand.

That technique was very fast.
Chapter completed!