The man kept a slightly bent position, rolled his eyes and his mouth wide open. Blood flowed out of his mouth, forming a small waterfall.

The people around him screamed and shouted.

Blood also oozed out of the man's chest, soaking the yellowed shirt little by little.

The doctors and nurses next to them couldn't react, let alone the other people watching.

Mo Xiaoling looked at the man's death indifferently.

Tears suddenly passed by the corners of her eyes.

Her emotions did not fluctuate, but her tears could not stop.

At this moment, the little girl, who was only ten years old, was at a loss and knew how to cry, just like when she was a baby. However, no matter how much she cried, no one came to comfort her, worried about her, and took her around to seek medical treatment and medicine.

The chaotic street scenes disappeared.

Mo Xiaoling knelt at the door of the room. After a threshold, Mo Xiaoling's grandmother cried and scolded. She scolded Mo Xiaoling so hard that she didn't dare to cross the threshold at all, and her waving hand did not dare to fall on Mo Xiaoling.

I smelled the fragrance and floated into the house. I saw Mo Xiaoling's father's mourning hall. Mo Xiaoling's father's photo was placed in the mourning hall. On the cabinet next to it, there were also photos of her mother and an urn.

I turned around and went to see Mo Xiaoling.

She didn't cry or make a fuss, and there was a slight pain in her body, but she didn't show any of her face.

"...Shenmenxing! I knew you were going to kill our whole family! What kind of evil have we done! God, you don't open your eyes! You killed this Shenmenxing!" Mo Xiaoling's grandmother patted her chest and cried so hard.

Her grandfather pulled her grandmother and kept smoking. Occasionally, she looked at Mo Xiaoling with disgust.

Some neighbors were watching the fun outside, and some people came to persuade him, but they all bypassed Mo Xiaoling.

An old lady whispered to Mo Xiaoling: "Lingling, go outside first. Your grandma will cry when she sees you. This will make you cry. You go out first, come back later, and kowtow to your father."

Mo Xiaoling looked up at her.

The old lady sighed, her eyes filled with pity and sympathy.

Mo Xiaoling lowered her head, got up from the ground, and left silently.

The onlookers made way. Whether they believed Grandma Mo Xiaoling's words or did not believe them, they were unwilling to get close to Mo Xiaoling.

I glanced at the old lady.

She looked at Mo Xiaoling's grandmother with a stern face and scolded: "You are also a man of age, so why are you talking nonsense! Your son and daughter-in-law die, and only your granddaughter is left. If you don't watch it carefully, you will have to break your roots and let your son no one worship you in the future! What's the ruling, what age is there! Look at what is said in the news. Superstition is unbearable! That kind of Taoist priest and witch is not good!"

The old lady said something inconsistent, but it can only be regarded as helping Mo Xiaoling.

Mo Xiaoling heard it a little, but didn't take it seriously. She had already gone downstairs and walked into the public garden of the community.

She probably doesn't remember it. When she was a child, she told her mother that she saw a ghost for the first time, and her mother took her to escape here.

I watched her sitting in that position at that time, touching the painted chair with her hands, dazed, and felt that she might remember that incident.

A boy came over and stood in front of Mo Xiaoling, and his small body cast a shadow on Mo Xiaoling.

Mo Xiaoling raised her head.

"Lingling, why are you here alone? Your dad..." The boy looked a few years older than Mo Xiaoling, like a junior high school student, and was carrying a schoolbag.

He wanted to speak but stopped, feeling guilty, as if he realized that he had said the wrong thing.

Mo Xiaoling lowered her head again.

She didn't think about anything. Her body was still hurting. The yin energy of the female ghost in red had not completely dissipated, and the side effects were still left.

The boy sat next to Mo Xiaoling, kicked his legs, and suddenly said, "I know, you can see ghosts. This is called Yin-Yang Eye. There is a TV show. Yin-Yang Eye, you can see ghosts and catch ghosts. It's very powerful."

The boy said something childish. He looked at Mo Xiaoling carefully.

I think he is making Mo Xiaoling happy.

Mo Xiaoling raised her head, "I can't see ghosts."

"Huh? My mother said you can see ghosts. My grandma doesn't believe it. She said you are sick. If the doctor can't treat it well now, you will definitely be able to treat it well in the future. The country is developing, and medicine is developing." The boy spoke seriously and kept talking.

Mo Xiaoling coldly interrupted the boy, "I can see ghosts killing people."

The boy shut up and looked at Mo Xiaoling in surprise.

"Do you want to see it?" Mo Xiaoling asked, full of malice and a malicious smile on her face.

The boy thought about it and was a little hesitant.

Mo Xiaoling snorted and lowered her head.

The boy scratched his head, "I'm not...but...your parents..." He still looked a little scared.

"They were scared to death." Mo Xiaoling said, "They were all cowards. I have seen them since I was a child... They were scared to death when they saw them."

The boy said "Oh".

Both of them stopped talking.

Mo Xiaoling's tears fell down, crying for herself and crying in grievance.

She didn't want to kill people, didn't want to kill her mother, nor did she think about killing the middle-aged woman who didn't know her name. And after she killed her father with her own hands, she also regretted it.

She didn't know what to do.

I think of my ability, and I can only sigh at it.

If I really had the ability when I was a child and Ye Qing didn’t help me, what would I look like?

I love my parents and sister very much. What I am sure of is that now they know my abilities and only worry about me, and will not avoid me because of this. But what about me when I was a child? My parents may still love me, but there is still a sister at home.

妹妹那时候处于最懵懂的时期,模仿着自己看到的一切,没心没肺,最单纯,也最残忍的就是那个岁数的小孩了.我还记得小时候妹妹是如何折腾我的.她没有恶意,只是好玩.有时候趁着我睡觉,一下子扑在我的脑袋上,将我压得喘不过气来,还会咯咯咯地笑.我要生气了,要是痛得不出声了,她又会小心翼翼地讨好我,将自己正在舔的棒棒糖依依不舍地送给我.可爱,可怜,让人忘了自己刚才想要揍她一顿.

My sister may be afraid of me and may be in danger because of me. My parents must consider my sister's safety. Things will never go as smoothly as it is now.

The so-called time, place, and people are simple, but it is difficult to satisfy the three. Most of the time, they are not satisfied.

As long as there is a slight difference in one variable, things may develop in the opposite direction.

Mo Xiaoling's ability appeared at the worst time. The nature of her ability was also very bad. Now Mo Xiaoling has no way to control her own abilities and her life.

This is a tragedy.

This also reminds me of Yu Chuanfeng. The boy who could see new things at a glance finally chose to deceive himself and pretend that nothing had happened. He did not hurt others, but he could not be considered a brave life.

The opposite example should be Ye Qing.

However, Ye Qing's situation should be different from others. I'm not sure when he met Xuan Qing's real person and received guidance from such an indecent and decent person. It's not too late. I vaguely remember that it was quite early. It seems that Ye Qing is very lucky.

No one's life is exactly the same.

Therefore, these people who had the ability when they were young eventually embarked on different paths.

At this time, I understood Ye Qing’s thoughts.

What he wanted to overthrow was all this tragedy.

If we can really start to change the world from a long-standing source, then these people...

The boy mustered up his courage at this time and said, "Okay. Show me. Don't cry."

Mo Xiaoling turned to look at the boy.

The boy looked serious, "Look. Stop crying."

Mo Xiaoling sneered. The expression of an adult was on her little face. She wiped her face rudely and stretched out her hand to the boy. She thought to herself that the other party would definitely be scared to death like everyone else. They didn't know what they were enduring, and they couldn't be as powerful as themselves and could always endure these things.

The boy's hand held Mo Xiaoling's little hand and conveyed the warmth.

Mo Xiaoling was not distracted from this point, but was just thinking about the female ghost in red.

He immediately used force to hold her hand, as if he was about to break her hand.

Mo Xiaoling called out, and the other party relaxed.

"I'm sorry..." the boy whispered, sweat oozing from his forehead.

His face turned pale, his lips turned pale, and his body was trembling slightly.

He pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty and said weakly: "Mo Xiaoling, you are so powerful... you are not afraid of these... It turns out that there are really ghosts in this world. It's really... terrible..."

The boy couldn't hold on, his body tilted and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!