Chapter 405 Two Letters

The bright light of the mobile phone illuminated the ceiling, and as the door closed, the corridor fell into deathly silence.

The middle-aged man was holding a golf club, leaning against the wall and scanning left and right. His eyes were moving rapidly, his palms were sweating, and it took a long time before he moved to pick up his mobile phone.

"Smelly bitch, I'm so surprised. I want you to look good when I turn on the light."

I could clearly hear the beating of his heart from a long distance away. He was strong on the outside but fucked on the inside. He was actually more scared than that woman.

"There are gods three feet above your head, and you will be punished if you do something wrong." I stroked the second jade bead, and Tian Teng's fat body appeared behind me. In the adult shop, Tian Teng did not lose at all in the confrontation with Leng Qingxuan's butcher ghost. The fighting power of the dirty ghost is much stronger than that of the beautiful ghost.

Summoning two ghosts at the same time doubled the consumption of Yin Qi. I stopped teasing the couple in the room and started executing my plan.

The middle-aged man bravely touched the switch. He was about to pull the switch when he breathed a sigh of relief when his hand suddenly touched something. It was cool and felt like human skin.

He retracted his fingers as if he was electrocuted, picked up his cell phone and took a photo, but there was nothing on the switch.

"It's a false alarm." Before he could recover, something seemed to scratch across the back of his neck, as cold as a poisonous snake.

"Who!" He swung the club back violently, but hit nothing, only a gust of wind came into his ears.

Standing there and looking around, he always felt like there was something extra in the dark hall. Before he could turn around, a sharp pain came from the back of his hand, and he instinctively let go of the phone.

The light flashed, and the phone fell to the ground. After a moment, the light disappeared, and the huge villa was completely plunged into darkness.

"Is anyone here? I am Li Chunqiang, the acting chairman of the Li Group, the son of Li Changgui! Whatever you want, we can sit down and talk about it!" He shouted while squatting down to touch his mobile phone, but it took him a long time to find it. None were found.

"Do you still know that you are Li Changgui's son?" I stepped on the phone and stood not far from him.

"Who's talking?!" Li Chunqiang swung the club wildly like a beast in dire straits.

Of course I won't be stupid enough to expose myself and drive the evil ghost to knock Li Chunqiang down.

Hinayana ghosts already have the ability to harm living people, and Li Chunqiang doesn't look like a good person, so I didn't let the evil ghost hold back.

The cold wind blew, and Li Chunqiang's legs trembled. The switchboard of the manor was right in front of him, but he felt that the distance of just a few steps was like a chasm.

"Is there a ghost in the house?" As soon as this thought came out, it was like poison ivy, wrapping around his heart and choking him.

In the darkness, he looked at the bedroom where Li Changgui's portrait was displayed. His facial muscles twitched, and he ignored the woman hiding in the room and moved toward the door alone.

"Want to run?" I pointed at him and waved to the dirty ghost.

The wind was strong, and there was an invisible force in the darkness that knocked Li Chunqiang down. He fell to the ground, barking like a mad dog and swinging the club.

He put one hand on the ground and crawled quickly toward the door. He was a very cunning person. He pretended to be frightened and completely out of control. In fact, his escape route did not change, but his speed just slowed down.

I said nothing to avoid being exposed, and continued to let the dirty ghost teach him a lesson. I waited until he was almost at the door before walking towards him.

Li Chunqiang was frightened, but his will to survive was particularly strong. He just crawled to a place only three or four meters away from the door before suddenly stopping.

The fingers that supported his body touched something on the floor. He looked down and because it was dark in the room, he could only see clearly when he almost pressed his face against it.

Those are a pair of women's feet, very delicate and beautiful.

He looked up along the woman's calf, raised his head ninety degrees, and stared face to face with the woman in front of him.

What a familiar face. The owner of this face had shown kindness to him countless times, hoping that he could help him escape from the sea of ​​suffering, but he had always ignored him.

After Li Changgui died, he especially gave this woman a generous reward just to conceal the real cause of the old guy's death.

"Wang Yuchun? Why are you here? Didn't I give you money and tell you never to come back again!" The brief question was quickly replaced by fear, because the familiar woman's face was so pale and cold that it was difficult to see. Bring out a little bit of life.

"Get out!" Fear overflowed his body and turned into hysterical madness. He kept hitting the woman in front of him with a golf club, but the two seemed to live in different worlds.

The club deformed when it hit the ground. The familiar and charming woman smiled like a flower and bit into his body quickly in the darkness.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Every hair on Li Chunqiang's body stood on end. He had a ghost in his heart, but at this moment, the fear in his heart was magnified a thousand times. He screamed, completely breaking his voice, and then He did something I didn't even expect.

Throwing away the club, he hit the hall window like a 100-meter sprint.

Glass fragments flew everywhere, and Li Chunqiang rolled to the ground, covered in blood, howling and crawling out of the manor.

He probably had never run as fast as he did today in half his life. When I wanted to chase him out, he had already rushed to the gate of the manor.

"Is it so scary?" I didn't pay attention to Li Chunqiang. He crashed into the window and escaped. He might bring someone back to search him soon, so I didn't have much time left.

The two ghosts opened the way, and I entered the depths of the corridor, took out the master key and opened the house where the woman was hiding.

The decoration in the bedroom is extremely luxurious, and most of the furniture is handmade, especially the big bed in the middle of the room, which can easily accommodate four or five people.

The night wind blew the curtains, and the window was half-opened. Unfortunately, there was a security net outside, so the woman had no way to escape.

"Where are you hiding?" I tilted my head and looked around the room. It was a rare experience that I experienced the scene in a horror movie, even though I was the one playing the evil ghost.

I opened the closet, which was filled with brand-name clothes that I hadn't worn a few times. Then I leaned over and looked under the bed.

Their eyes met, and the woman's scream echoed over the manor, like a sparrow about to fall into the pot.

"Will." I asked the filthy ghost to drag the woman out and said in a hoarse falsetto: "Give me my will!"

The woman was so frightened that it took her a long time to understand what I said. She walked out of the room tremblingly and took me into a study room.

Perhaps because the most fundamental interests were involved, she stopped in front of the safe in the study room, hesitating a little. The greed in her heart slowly overcame her fear.

She turned to look at me at the door, but the room was dark. She could only feel that there was someone there, but she could not see my face clearly.

"Will! Give it to me!"

The cold wind blew by, as if she were standing in the winter rain wearing thin clothes. She shivered and squatted in front of the safe to enter the password.

She lost very slowly, and it seemed that each number would stay for a long time. I used my judgment to write down the numbers she entered, and then let the pornographic ghost sit on the safe.

Two slender legs hung by her side, swaying slightly. The woman let out another scream, gritted her teeth and entered all the numbers, and then took out an urn from the safe.

The box is placed among stacks of banknotes and gold bricks, which shows its importance.

I didn't go to pick it up in person, but asked the woman to put it at the door, and then asked the naughty ghost to look at her while I opened the urn outside the door.

There is quite a lot of space inside the box, but it only holds two letters.

The first letter was written five years ago. The general idea was that Li Changgui felt that his health was deteriorating and was preparing to deal with the funeral arrangements in advance. It included detailed property division arrangements. What surprised me was that Li Changgui clearly stated in the letter that he was willing to give up his total assets. Sixty percent of them make medical donations, establish charity funds, and help the society find lost children.

There is also a certificate issued by the Xinhu Notary Office in the envelope, which means that he is not just writing casually, but actually intends to do it.

A cruel old man who has lost certain abilities and likes to torture, actually has such an unknown side. Human nature is indeed a bit complicated.

I didn't comment on Li Changgui. I kept the first letter and opened the second letter.

The second letter was not signed or dated, but the handwriting was exactly the same as the first letter.