Looking at Sun Jing at this time, Wang Jian couldn't help but think of the young woman who committed suicide yesterday, that is, Xiaojuan, the wife of Huazi Liu Hua.
That woman looked similar to Sun Jing now.
Could it be that Sun Jing also wanted to "commit suicide"?
Thinking of this, Wang Jian's face changed, and his heart thumped, thinking that it was not good.
Sun Jing ran and fell to the ground.
Her face was full of fear, her body was shaking, and she muttered to herself: "No, don't kill me, it's none of my business."
Wang Jian took a quick step and appeared next to Sun Jing.
He stared at Sun Jing closely, and a trace of doubt flashed in his heart.
There was no anger between her eyebrows, why did she look like this?
"Director Sun, Miss Sun."
Wang Jian shouted, waving his hand in front of Sun Jing's eyes.
Sun Jing's eyes looked very dull at this time.
Several villagers walked over at the entrance of the village, not understanding what was happening here.
"What's going on?"
an old man pointed at Sun Jing and looked at Wang Jiandao.
Wang Jian ignored him and whispered to Sun Jing: "Get up quickly."
Sun Jing was stunned and Wang Jian said in a trembling voice: "I want to die, I want to die."
Seeing Sun Jing's frightened look, Wang Jian knew she was not pretending, so he reached out and pulled her up.
The moment Wang Jian put his hand on Sun Jing's body, a trace of divine power melted into Sun Jing's body along his fingertips, and then disappeared.
There was no anger in her body, why was she so scared?
Wang Jian's face flashed with doubts, and he thought to himself, could she have seen something here that triggered some memories in her mind?
"Let's go, let's go."
Sun Jing cried, "I'm scared, I don't dare to go."
"Okay."
Wang Jian pulled Sun Jing towards the entrance of the village.
The villagers looked at the two people in confusion.
After taking Sun Jing to the van, Wang Jian opened the door: "Let's go back first."
Sun Jing remained motionless and looked at Wang Jian expressionlessly.
Wang Jian was stunned for a moment, wondering if this woman had a mental problem.
She seemed like a different person from before.
"Jie, Jie, Jie."
Sun Jing grinned strangely.
Listening to Sun Jing's laughter, Wang Jian felt his hair go numb, and his face was filled with caution.
"I just said I was going to die."
Sun Jing grinned and said, "I am really going to die.
I saw her.
She was there, right there."
Sun Jing said, reaching out and grabbing it in front of his eyes.
His face twitched.
"Where is she?"
Wang Jian quickly looked around and found nothing.
"Where is she?"
Sun Jing imitated Wang Jian's tone and said, "How do I know?"
Damn, this woman is indeed sick.
It seems that the incident last year had a great impact on her.
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Coupled with the stimulation of what happened in the past two days, her brain is completely abnormal.
Wang Jian cursed secretly in his heart.
"If you ask me where she is, can I not tell you?"
Sun Jing asked.
Wang Jian wanted to curse Mahler Gobi, but he took it back and said, "Let's go, I didn't ask."
"You lied to me, you obviously asked."
Sun Jing roared, with a ferocious look on her face.
As she spoke, she pointed at Wang Jian: "Tell me, who are you?
Why don't I know you?
Why are you talking to me?"
Let me go, forget this woman is crazy, maybe she also has amnesia.
Wang Jian's face was covered with black lines and he was about to speak when Sun Jing suddenly pointed to the inside of the van and said, "She's over there."
The windows of the black van were covered with gray sunscreen film, making it impossible to see inside.
Wang Jian turned his head and glanced at the van, and said indifferently: "It seems that it's time to call Heiluan and ask her to take you back.
I can't handle you."
Before he could finish his words, Wang Jian's eyes widened.
The boss opened his mouth, his face full of disbelief.
Just now, Wang Jian's eyes passed through the sunscreen film and he clearly saw a figure sitting in the back of the van.
It was a woman in a red dress.
The woman lowered her head and her long hair covered her face. , the hands resting on the legs were pale and slender, and the bright red nail polish on the nails had a hint of weirdness.
Wang Jian opened the car door fiercely, and the figure of the woman in the red dress had disappeared.
Impossible, it couldn't be so fast.
Wang Jian's face turned extremely ugly.
He felt a chill running down his spine.
This kind of heartfelt terror had not appeared in his heart for a long time.
"Hahaha, did you see it too?"
Sun Jing grinned and said, "I'm curious, how did you see through the car window?
Or maybe you smelled Yin Qi, but there is no Yin Qi."
Suddenly, a light flashed in Wang Jian's eyes, and he said sternly: "You are not Sun Jing."
Sun Jing's words just reminded Wang Jian that Wang Jian's celestial eye can see through objects, but Sun Jing's eyes can't.
Why did she know there was a female ghost in the van?
And she said there was no Yin Qi.
Wang Jian did indeed No Yin Qi was found, and what puzzled him was that Sun Jing's tone sounded as if she was the female ghost herself.
Just like when some murderers are caught by the police, they will say to the police, "I committed the crime with gloves on and no fingerprints.
Why were I caught?"
Sun Jing was stunned and said with a smile: "I'm not Sun Jing, are you?"
"Chen Lin, I don't care whether you are a Yin spirit or a Yang spirit.
I just want to say that your curse has ended."
Wang Jian's voice was extremely cold, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"It really surprised me, really."
Sun Jing grinned and said, "Same as before, I'm curious how you saw through it."
"Haven't you heard that sentence?"
Wang Jian sneered.
"What words" "Curiosity killed the cat."
After saying this, Wang Jian disappeared.
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"So fast."
Sun Jing murmured.
The next second, a crack appeared on her neck, and the crack became bigger and bigger.
There was a sound of broken bones, and Sun Jing's whole head fell from his neck and fell to the ground.
For a moment, blood spurted out from her neck like a fountain.
Gao Yiyuan was sitting on the sofa, holding a small bowl full of glutinous rice on her phone, staring closely at the mirror on the coffee table.
Her eyelids were already smeared with blood from her middle finger, and her delicate body trembling slightly proved that she was scared at this time.
Why, why hasn't the ghost appeared yet?
Gao Yiyuan concentrated all her energy on the mirror.
There was nothing unusual about her in the mirror.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the living room, making the calendar and curtains in the living room whistle.
With a "pop" sound, the small bowl in Gao Yiyuan's hand fell on the coffee table.
Her face was filled with fear, and she didn't dare to move her body or blink her eyes.
The doors and windows in the living room are all closed.
The strange thing is where the wind comes from: