Zhang Quanling took the man whose hand was crushed and walked out of the bedroom. There were still people in the house. Zhang Quanling tied the man whose hand was crushed to the sofa with the cloth torn from his shirt while chasing the remaining people.

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The "help" voices in the house kept appearing and disappearing.

There was also a seventeen-year-old girl and a twenty-two-year-old girl in the house. One of them was slowly smashed to death with an ashtray, and the other had her throat cut with a paper knife.

The only one left is the man.

Zhang Quanling went to the kitchen to get a fruit knife, and then walked up to the man.

"Please, don't kill me." The man's forehead was covered in cold sweat and he even cried. Urine had already seeped out of his underwear and dripped slowly on the floor. Half of his tears were in his eyes.

It spun around and half of it got stuck on the hair on my legs.

Zhang Quanling tilted his head and looked at him.

Then he raised the knife and stabbed it into the man's left eye, taking out the entire left eye.

The man howled like a slaughtering pig, and the sound completely spread throughout the empty room filled with the air of death.

The blood of the woman upstairs was already flowing down the stairs. The man looked at it with his only remaining eye, shouting and crying. He was already crying incoherently.

"What the hell! Who the hell are you... How did I offend you? I, if you ask for money, I will give it to you. Please spare me!" the man cried.

Zhang Quanling tilted her head and looked at him, her eyes were purple-green.

The knife stabbed the man again. This time, the frequency of thrusting and withdrawing the knife became faster. Not only faster, but also slowly speeding up. In the end, it became crisp and coherent like a heavy rain falling to the ground. Waiting for the stabbing

At the end, the speed was already astonishing, and Zhang Quanling suddenly stabbed the knife into the man's head.

The man is dead.

It might be the women's help, or it might be the men's shouts. Anyway, just after Zhang Quanling had done everything, the police suddenly broke in and pointed their guns at Zhang Quanling, who was covered in blood and holding a murderous knife in his hand.

Zhang Quanling looked at the police with dull eyes and dropped the knife.

After Zhang Quanling recalled everything, he suddenly felt like there was something in his hand. He slowly opened his palm and made a small slit. He found that the red amulet was in his hand. He quickly tightened his grip.

When Zhang Quanling recalled it, of course the police were still telling him the case in front of him. Seeing that he was stunned, the police asked him: "Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you sick again?"

"No... ah, no." Zhang Quanling regained consciousness, "Comrade police, believe me, I didn't do any of this. Maybe..." Zhang Quanling himself found it incredible, so he stopped talking for a while, "Maybe

I was possessed by a ghost! That ghost is Qian Ling, who lives in Yingshan County."

"What are you talking about?" the policeman said, "Isn't Qian Ling the mummy? It suddenly decomposed the day before yesterday and is said to have been buried by his family."

"That's right!" Zhang Quanling added, "The family I killed may be her enemies. She took revenge through my hands, so the resentment dissipated and rotted away. If you don't believe it, you can ask someone there.

The little girl, named Qingling, can testify for me that she gave me this amulet. You see, if it weren’t for this amulet, I might have forgotten all these things." Zhang Quanling opened his palms, but the amulet was not in his hands at all.

in hands.

Of course the police thought he was mentally ill and didn't listen to him. They just locked him up as if he was mentally ill. He knew that I wrote supernatural novels and believed in them, so he asked someone to arrange for me to meet him at the hospital where he was staying.

Later, when I went there, I brought the information he asked me to check.

There was a girl named Qing Ling there, but that girl died when she was seven years old, and she died sixteen years ago.

The family that Zhang Quanling killed was actually a man and three prostitutes. He actually found three prostitutes at one time, and the youngest was only seventeen years old. After they died, the happiest person was Lao Qian's family, because

That man is the murderer who raped and killed his daughter Qian Ling that Lao Qian has been talking about. It is said that Lao Qian wants to find someone to help Zhang Quanling. Of course, he is not strong enough, but Lao Qian said it and Zhang Quanling used his blood to wash away his daughter's injustice.

and insult.
Chapter completed!