Quickly cross the target to kill the main god

Chapter 1102 Superficial Happiness
"Yes, you're dead long ago! You're all burned to ashes, so don't miss the world any more, and report to the Underworld!" Xiao Xiang yelled loudly.

"Dead?" The old lady made a weird clucking sound, "Why? My son is filial, raise money for my medical treatment, I want to have an operation, have an operation!"

"That's enough!" Xiao Xiang found out that ghosts are not scary, so he yelled, "Go back obediently, and I will burn more paper money for you during the New Year and holidays. If you continue to make trouble, I will find someone to take you in and make you die!"

The old lady finally woke up with a start, her pale eyes slowly rolled, "Yes, I'm dead! I died before the surgery, what a waste of my son's hard work!"

"Son, Mom is sorry for you!" The dead ghost was still crying.

Xiao Xiang was even more unafraid, and said in a nasty voice, "If you die, you must die. Everyone must die. You won't suffer if you die at an early age!"

The old lady cried for a while, raised her head and said with a sinister smile, "You didn't die in vain, you earned a lot of money for my illness!"

Xiao Xiang's tone softened, "Mom, it's not easy for my son. When you got sick, I took care of you. Although you didn't survive in the end, my son thought he didn't treat you badly, so don't make trouble!"

The old lady nodded stiffly, "Yes! I'm already dead, so stop making trouble!"

"Son! Mom just came to see you." The pale eyes were in a trance with the brilliance of a loving mother.

Xiao Xiang didn't dare to want such maternal love, and wished she would leave quickly, "Your old man has a good journey, and my son will burn more paper money later, so that you can enjoy the blessings below."

The old lady walked towards the door slowly, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the ghost suddenly stopped, turned his head stiffly, and showed that sinister smile again.

"My son, you must have a conscience. If you can't have an operation, just pay back the money!"

Xiao Xiang's expression froze. At the beginning, in the name of his mother's serious illness, he tricked Shi Haibin into giving 20 yuan, and then crowdfunded more than 50 yuan online.

My mother had a funeral and received a gift of more than a hundred thousand. In the end, the two brothers evened the accounts, and he got hundreds of thousands. These are his private money, even if the loan has not been paid off, he will not take it out.

Nodding perfunctorily, "Understood, the money will definitely be paid back!"

The old lady finally showed a satisfied and scary smile, "This is my good son, mom is gone!" Turning her head, her figure slowly disappeared.

The gloomy green light in the room also disappeared, and it became pitch black again. Xiao Xiang's heart was pounding, and he hurriedly turned on the desk lamp. The room was quiet, and he was already dripping with sweat.

He couldn't stay in this room anymore, so he hurriedly opened the door and rushed to the next door. His wife and daughter were sleeping soundly, and he rudely pushed his wife.

"Get up!"

"Why are you so nervous, I have to go to work tomorrow!" The wife was impatient.

"Go to class, the house is haunted!" Xiao Xiang picked her up, and his wife saw that he was looking fierce, and it didn't look like a prank, so she could only put on her clothes and follow him to the living room.

Seeing the man turn on the lights, he said impatiently, "Why are you so nervous, why don't you sleep in the middle of the night!"

Seeing that everything was normal, Xiao Xiang was still in shock, and sat next to her, "My mother came back just now!"

"Who, who is here? Your mother! Go crazy, how long has your mother been dead!" The woman didn't even bother to yawn.

Seeing that the man's expression was stiff and his lips turned white, it was obvious that he was quite frightened, so he couldn't help reaching out to touch his forehead, which was actually wet, obviously sweating from fright.

"You are not lying, are you?"

"I'll be idle and have nothing to do, and lie to you with this kind of thing!" The man glared at her.

"Could it be haunted?" The woman wondered, "It must be your mother, what is she doing, we didn't abuse her!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Xiao Xiang was furious.

"Hmph, now I'm not allowed to talk, so why did you call me up!" The wife was annoyed.

"It must be that you go out to eat and drink every day, and you are dizzy and having nightmares, and it's not a ghost of acting in a movie!"

His wife's words made him puzzled. There have been too many things recently. Could it be that it was just a dream, "Forget it, go back to sleep!"

"Crazy!" The wife went to the children's room.

But Xiao Xiang didn't dare to go back to the room, curled up on the sofa, and didn't even turn off the lights until dawn.

When the sky was bright, he breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he was really suspicious. After all, he was worried, so he simply asked for leave and went back to his hometown.

Going to his mother's grave, burning a pile of paper money, and chanting for a while, he felt relieved and hurried back.

But that night, the old lady came again, and she was also sleeping soundly, when suddenly she was awakened by a shock.

The room was also gloomy and green, and his mother stood in front of the bed with a kind face, watching.

I cursed in my heart, why the hell am I here again?
This time I don’t feel scared anymore, "Mom, what is your unfulfilled wish, old man, just tell me, I rushed back to my hometown today to burn paper for you, why don’t you just let me go, I can’t bear to toss my son like this! "

The old lady stared at him with pale eyes, "Repay the money, you promise to pay it back!"

"What money? I burned so much paper money today, it's not enough!" Except for the scary face, he looked no different from usual, and he was no longer afraid at all.

The old lady's pupilless white eyes rolled rapidly, "Pay back the money! If you don't pay back the money, I will feel uneasy in the ground. I can't reincarnate. Pay back the money! Hurry up and pay back the money!"

He actually raised his hand, and on that dry hand like a chicken paw, there were long nails sticking out, wanting to pinch him.

Xiao Xiang was so angry that he didn't care too much, picked up the pillow and threw it at it. Who knew that the old lady's nails were too strong, so he tore the pillow apart.

Before he was supposed to come over, he tightly strangled Xiao Xiang's neck. He was so strong that he couldn't break free at all.

The pinched eyeballs rolled up, his throat was rattling, his heart was cold, he was about to be strangled to death by his own mother, that hate!
Supported by hatred, he struggled desperately, and the old lady yelled desperately, "Pay back the money, all the money I borrowed from others, or I won't be able to conceive, so pay back the money!"

Shaking vigorously while choking, Xiao Xiang's brain was deprived of oxygen soon after being pinched, and he passed out.

It wasn't until the next morning that he woke up slowly, with a burning pain in his throat, he suddenly remembered what happened last night, and got up abruptly.

At this time, his wife and children had gone to school and work, and there was no one at home. He rushed to the bathroom to look in the mirror, and a deep pinch mark appeared on his neck.

It's not a dream, it's really a fucking death call!

Xiao Xiang sat down on the ground in horror, "Why is this happening? Why is this happening!"

While cursing, he beat the floor hard, but his hands hurt, so he could only curse.

I'm not in the mood to go to work today, so I simply called and asked for a few more days off. Anyway, he is a salesman, and he doesn't need to work normally.

The most important thing right now is to get rid of the dead ghost, otherwise this day will be impossible.

He has no idea what the ghost is afraid of and how to solve it. He can only search the Internet. There are all kinds of answers on the Internet.

Or splash the blood of a black dog, or use talisman seals, cinnabar, red rope, copper coins and swords, all kinds of things made him dizzy.

Although I know that these things are probably useless, but a dead horse can be regarded as a living horse doctor.

He still chose a small shop with good reviews and bought a bunch of messy things. He was restless and didn't dare to stay at home, so he could only wander on the main road.

(End of this chapter)