Perhaps her threat worked, Yang Qingtian finally came out of the talisman slowly.

“I want the murderer to pay the price he or she deserves and prove the innocence of the people I dragged in.”

At this moment, Yang Qingtian had already restored her look when she was alive, but her eyes were still a bit red.

“Then do as I say.”

Lu Zijia glanced at her and immediately pointed at Liang Weishu, who was sitting on the couch dejectedly. “Get information from him.”

As soon as Lu Zijia finished talking, she quickly cast a spell and secretly opened the Yin Yang Eye for Liang Weishu.

“Why did you hurt me?”

The sudden sound in the house made Liang Weishu look up in panic.

“Senior… Senior Yang!”

Seeing Yang Qingtian standing not far from him, Liang Weishu’s face suddenly turned extremely pale and the fear in his eyes was completely revealed.

“Why did you hurt me?” Yang Qingtian looked at him expressionlessly and repeated again.

“I… I… I…”

The fear in his mind made Liang Weishu’s body tremble violently. If he wasn’t sitting on the couch right now, he would have already fallen on the floor.

“Tell me! Why did you hurt me?” Yang Qingtian suddenly shouted fiercely. Her originally slightly crimson eyes instantly seemed to be stained with a layer of blood, looking terrifyingly red.

Liang Weishu was immediately so frightened that he trembled even more fiercely and his face was completely pale that there was no color of blood at all.

Seeing him like this on the side, Lu Zijia couldn’t help but wonder if he would be scared to death.

“No, no, no, this is a dream. This is a dream. This must be a dream. Right, right, right, this is a dream. It must be a dream!”

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Liang Weishu wasn’t scared to death like Lu Zijia was worried about. Instead, he deceived himself and told himself that this was a dream and even closed his eyes firmly.

It was as if he could wake up from the dream very soon.

Seeing Liang Weishu close his eyes and keep saying that this was a dream, Lu Zijia couldn’t help feeling a bit speechless.

If he wanted to confirm if he was dreaming, he just had to pinch himself. Why did he have to make it sound like he was reciting scriptures?

Lu Zijia, who didn’t have the patience to wait for him to finish reciting the scripture, raised her hand and directly knocked him to the ground.

“Bang!”

Liang Weishu, who was knocked to the ground, hit his forehead on the floor, making a muffled sound.

Yang Qingtian spoke at this time, “So, are you dreaming?”

The pain on his forehead made Liang Weishu know clearly that he wasn’t dreaming right now!

“Ah! A ghost! A ghost!”

Liang Weishu, who couldn’t deceive himself anymore, immediately screamed in fear and got up in panic at the same time, trying to escape out of the house in a messy state.

Lu Zijia: “…” He only knew to shout now. Was this person a bit too slow?

“Help, help! Help me, someone, help me, help! Help me, help me…”

Liang Weishu pounced on the door and wanted to open it to escape, but he found that he couldn’t open it no matter what and the extreme fear in his heart almost drowned him.

“Stop screaming. No one will hear you and no one will come to save you. You killed me. I’ll make you pay with your life right now!”

Yang Qingtian’s ghastly voice came behind Liang Weishu, making his legs like jelly and he instantly fell on the ground in a miserable state.

“No, no, no, no! I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die. Senior Yang, please let me go. I didn’t kill you. I really didn’t kill you.

“I’m the only son in my family. I can’t die. Senior Yang, I can’t die. Please let me go. I’m begging you. I’ll kowtow to you. I’ll kowtow to you…”