sjar Chapter 47: Couldn't we just let her be as beautiful as she was when she was 8 years old?
Chapter 47: Couldn't we just let her be as beautiful as she was when she was 8 years old?
"A ghost wall?" Lu Xiang said, looking at Xia Yaoyao.
The child, only eleven years old and thin, had already suffered so many dirty and sordid things, just like back then...
As she thought of something, her eyes gradually darkened, and a sense of resentment quietly began to grow and spread in her heart.
Xia Yaoyao had been excitedly searching for something ever since she came in.
Suddenly noticing her older siblings staring at her, she panicked and waved her hands and shook her head repeatedly, saying, "No, it wasn't me."
She's an incredibly clumsy little devil with absolutely no professional skills. Besides crying, she can only walk through walls by accident, let alone create ghost walls.
Xia Juntao, who was lagging behind, was stunned when he heard that familiar, childish voice.
He looked up abruptly, and the figure he had dreamt of countless times in the dead of night rushed into his eyes, stinging him so much that tears welled up in his eyes again.
"Yao Yao!"
Xia Juntao stumbled forward, knelt on the ground, and tremblingly hugged Xia Yaoyao tightly in his arms.
He never imagined that he would actually see his daughter again.
The man, who had carried the lives of his entire family and wandered the world alone for ten years because of unfinished business, cried out in anguish: "Yaoyao, it's all my fault, it's all my fault, Yaoyao..."
If he hadn't insisted on calling the police back then, would his Yao Yao have been viewed differently by the villagers?
If only he hadn't been stupid enough to choose to believe his parents.
If he had discovered sooner how his parents had abused and berated his wife and daughter while he was away, he would have kept them by his side no matter how difficult it was.
In that case, none of this will happen...
Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in this world, and he could only be tormented by regret day and night, unable to fall asleep all night long.
"dad……"
Xia Yaoyao said she hated her father, but when he held her in his arms again after ten years, she didn't struggle, but cried bitterly.
As always, Xia Juntao picked her up upright, let her bury her head on his shoulder, and gently patted her back: "Don't cry, Yao Yao, don't cry, Daddy's here."
[Waaah, isn't this supposed to be a horror show? How come it's making me cry like a baby?]
[This is so touching! It makes me miss my dad too. He works in another city and hasn't been back for six months.]
Tangtang is right. At least Yaoyao has her father's love, unlike me... ha, I don't even know which garbage dump my father is in.
[Lotus Village used to be a tourist resort, so it shouldn't be poor. Why would he need to go out to work and leave his daughter with his exploitative grandparents?]
Tangxi also wants to ask this question.
Seeing that Xia Juntao did love his daughter, she tugged at Lin Sui's sleeve.
Lin Sui and she exchanged a glance: "You want to ask why Xia Juntao doesn't go home?"
Tangxi's eyes shone brightly, and she nodded emphatically.
Lin Sui: "This matter is quite complicated. Let's focus on the present first."
It wasn't that she didn't want to talk about it, but rather that she couldn't explain it clearly in a short time.
Lin Sui held the talisman between his fingertips, looked around, and gave one last reminder: "Remember, whatever you encounter is an illusion."
As she spoke, she glanced at Xia Juntao, who was still immersed in grief.
In his current state, he is most likely to be trapped in an illusion.
But thinking about his relationship with this evil creature...
Forget it, she doesn't need to worry about it. He won't die anyway.
Lin Sui thought for a moment and then decisively waved the talisman.
The talisman burned itself without fire and wobbled to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the stairs disappeared.
What appeared before Lin Sui was a narrow alleyway filled with sewage and reeking of stench.
A woman wearing a faded shirt and looking exhausted was squatting on the ground, scrubbing a basin full of greasy dishes.
"Sizzle...sizzle..."
Meanwhile, the live stream of "Seven Ghost Stories" switched to a static screen after jumping twice.
The netizens who were intently watching the screen were stunned.
What happened? Why did it cost so much?
[The sound is gone too, what the heck?]
Where is the network administrator? Is the network administrator here?
[Isn't the production team supposed to be super rich? How come their equipment is lacking?]
[I heard this place has million-dollar special effects, is this it?]
The staff members stationed around the lotus pond were also in complete disarray.
Director Wu, his face dark with anger, cursed into the walkie-talkie: "Which idiot was in charge of this equipment? Fix it now! If you can't fix it, you're all fired!"
"It's under repair, it's under repair..."
"Director, the equipment is fine."
Director Wu was taken aback.
A faint voice came from behind: "The screen distortion is not a physical problem. It is caused by an evil spirit creating multiple illusions at the same time, resulting in a surge of power and a disruption of the magnetic field."
Director Wu didn't even hear his footsteps approaching and was startled: "Are you pretending to be a ghost so late at night?"
"I was invited by you to oversee things, so of course I have to keep an eye on things," Master Mao Yang said righteously.
The drowsy young disciple nodded and muttered, "Master is lying again. He clearly just wants to learn from Senior Lin because he's so skilled."
Director Wu: "..."
Mao Yang: "..." He always said he should have kicked this brat back to Maoshan a long time ago!
……
Lin Sui thought she had long forgotten what her adoptive mother looked like.
After all, she has no right to think of her or miss her.
Tragically, the body of the person qualified to recite her name was possessed by another soul.
Even so, Lin Sui recognized the woman the moment he saw her.
At this time, her adoptive mother was only in her thirties, but she had many white hairs at her temples and some wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
Lin Sui thought with some dissatisfaction, "It's all an illusion. Can't I just let her be as beautiful as she was at eighteen?"
Suddenly, the door behind the woman was pulled open, and the obese boss angrily threw a dirty rag over her head.
"Do you even know how to do housework? You can't even wash a dish properly, and the customers are complaining!"
The woman quickly stood up, repeatedly bowing and apologizing: "Yes, I'm sorry, I'll definitely wash it properly, wash it properly..."
"Hmph, you're out of pay this month, and you don't need to come in tomorrow!"
The woman turned pale with fright and knelt down on a puddle of dirty water with a thud: "Boss, boss, please have mercy! Don't fire me, don't deduct my wages! My daughter is still in the hospital waiting for money to save her life! I beg you, boss!"
Seeing the woman kowtowing repeatedly, but the boss remained unmoved, Lin Sui clenched her fists tightly.
Her face was calm, so calm it was almost indifferent.
But suddenly, she pinched herself hard, and it hurt terribly.
hallucinations.
All are hallucinations.
My adoptive mother has been reincarnated and is doing well now.
The next second, the alley disappeared, replaced by a small rental room with peeling paint.
The only constant is the protagonist of the illusion, who is sweating profusely and anxiously rummaging through drawers and cabinets in the room.
Just then, the door to the rented room opened from the outside, and a drunken man staggered out.
The woman immediately rushed over, grabbed him, and demanded, "Where's the money? Where's the money I hid under the bed? Did you take it?"