Quite explosive!Boss, she started fortune telling again

Sang Luo bowed his head and said nothing, only feeling heavy in his heart.

She had actually seen about this woman on the Internet.

Her name is Song Wei.

Two months ago, she had reported in real name to He Hong, a teacher at Lotte Primary School, that she abused students to death by corporal punishment.

The primary school student who was punished to death was her son Haohao.

This incident was once a hot search on the Whale platform, which caused quite a stir.

But later, the popularity dropped rapidly, and the polarities of public opinion reversed.

The school claimed that Haohao died of his own congenital heart disease, not because of corporal punishment by the school teacher.

Song Wei's move was to demand high compensation from the school.

Netizens are also the most adaptable.

After hearing the school's statement, they immediately ran to Song Wei's account and attacked her.

Netizens said:

[If you really love your child, will you dress up and go to school on the day your child has an accident? 】

[Stop pretending, something happened to the child, you are still wearing a wrap skirt, heavy makeup, and high heels]

[Dress up like a fairy, and go to school to shoot videos, don't you just want to gain traffic? 】

[If you want money, just say it, don't make up lies to gain sympathy from netizens, okay? 】

[My child is also studying under Mr. He. Mr. He is a very nice person, it is impossible for him to physically punish students! 】

Song Wei wanted to seek justice for her child, but instead she was bullied by the Internet.

I couldn't think about it for a while, so I ran to the roof of the building in the middle of the night, jumped down, and ended my young life.

Netizens' afterthought came again.

[I've always felt that something was wrong]

【Yes, even if the child has a congenital heart disease, there must be an incentive to die, right? 】

[The school teacher must have physically punished Haohao! 】

【This mother is so miserable】

But with Song Wei's death, this matter was over and there was no follow-up.

For Song Wei's experience, Sang Luo only felt deeply powerless.

If it was in the underworld, she would definitely have thrown He Hong into the eleventh layer of stone-pressed hell, thrown him into a stone trough, and was pounded to death by a thousand catties of boulders.

Pound it into a meat paste and throw it into the Wangchuan River to feed the fish.

But this is in the human world.

The rules of the world are very complicated.

There was nothing she could do.

He Hong, that scum, was blessed by his ancestors' blessings, and his lifespan is not over yet.

Sang Luo could only comfort, "You go to reincarnate first, although He Hong is still living freely in the world. When he dies, everything he did during his lifetime will be liquidated."

"What he did in this life, even if he killed a mosquito, is clearly recorded in the life and death book, and he will settle the account with him after he dies."

"It's been too long, it's been too long." Song Wei shook her head, "Even if I'm going to the underworld to report, I have to take him with me! I want to watch him go into the frying pan with my own eyes!"

Netizens in the live broadcast heard Song Wei's muttering to herself, and they all voiced out:
[Why hasn't that scumbag been squatting yet? 】

[I dare not say, there are people above me]

[It is said that the principal of Lotte Primary School is He Hong's father]

[The school sincerely wants to protect He Hong!They also destroyed all the monitoring records of that day!Even if the Security Bureau wants to intervene in the investigation, there is no substantive evidence]

[He Hong's background is not just his father, his grandfather is even more powerful]

"I will definitely make him pay the price." Song Wei gritted her back teeth and said.

Suddenly, behind Song Wei, a gust of wind blew up, flying sand and rocks.

Sang Luo looked at the cloud of black air on Song Wei's head, and thought something was wrong in his heart.

This is the son and mother evil spirit!
It seems that Song Wei was pregnant before jumping off the building.

But she didn't know it herself, resulting in one dead body and two lives.

The son-mother sha is the most powerful of all kinds of sha.

Perhaps other ghosts need decades and hundreds of years of accumulation of resentment to become a ghost.

However, a female ghost with a mother and son in her body can turn into a fierce ghost immediately after death, and seek human beings for their lives.

After Song Wei finished speaking, she hung up the connection in the live broadcast room.

Flying lightly to Lotte Primary School.

Seeing this, Sang Luo immediately turned off the live broadcast, ready to go with Song Wei, leaving the netizens who didn't know why in place in a mess.

After hanging up the live broadcast, Sang Luo got up and was about to leave the Taoist temple to find Song Wei.

If she took her life and was caught by ghost messengers, she would be tortured in the underworld, and it would also affect her reincarnation in the next life.

In her life, she had never done anything bad and died innocently.

According to the rules, in her next life, she will join a wealthy and prestigious family and live the life of the top rich second generation that everyone envies.

If she killed someone, she might be entrusted to a patriarchal rural family in her next life, where her parents and younger brothers would lie on her body like a leech, and she would live by sucking her blood for the rest of her life.

But as soon as she walked out of the door of the hut, she bumped into Shen Wuyang who ran in quickly.

While running, Shen Wuyang yelled: "My mother! Is this a ghost hit? Why did Lord Yan climb up from the ground?"

His expression was extremely flustered, like a mouse seeing a cat, his nose and eyebrows wrinkled together.

Sang Luo had never seen Shen Wuyang like this before, and only thought his expression was a bit funny, like a clown jumping up and down in an opera.

Shen Wuyang ran to his favorite place and hid in the compartment on the top floor of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

Immediately after, King Qin Guang chased after him, holding the hem of his heavy long gown.

While chasing, he kept shouting: "You old ghost! What are you doing in the world after being dead for thousands of years? Hurry up and follow me back to the underworld!"

Sang Luo came out of the dormitory, stood in the middle of the narrow passage, and blocked the way of King Qin Guang with his body.

He looked at King Qin Guang with disdain.

King Qin Guang stopped on the spot and hurried to meet him: "My lord, there is a thousand-year-old ghost in your view!"

Sang Luo raised his eyebrows, "I know, I raised it. Is there a problem?"

King Qin Guang shut his mouth wisely.

Lord Ghost Emperor loves to eat evil ghosts, he knows that, she must want to raise this old ghost and eat it later.

This ghost is really miserable.

"Did you find out what you were asked to investigate?" Sang Luo asked.

King Qin Guang suddenly realized that he came to the world this time to report this matter.

"Oh, yes. It has been found out. I fried Lin Xing three times in the oil pan before he recruited him."

"This matter was done by a night patrol envoy of the Yin Ghost Division. Once Lin Xing bled profusely on the operating table, and when his life span was about to expire, his soul stumbled to the gate of ghosts, where he was captured by the patrolling staff. The Night Patrol Envoy caught it."

Sang Luo thought for a while, and it made sense.

When a person is extremely weak, the yang energy is low, and the soul will unconsciously leave the body and walk towards the gate of hell.

If his yang life is not over, he will be driven back to the human world by the yin ghost envoy; if his yang life is over, the soul restraining envoy will be dispatched to bring his soul to the palace of the king of hell for trial.

Therefore, many people who have just recovered from a serious illness, or whose lives are hanging by a thread in an accident, wake up and say that they seem to have seen the gate of hell close.

"Then what? Why did he help Lin Xing steal his life?" Sang Luo asked.

King Qin Guang curled his lips, "My lord, it's not for some incense money. You and I have temples and Taoist temples in the world that can collect money, but no one worships these little ghosts. It all depends on you to pay them."

"So, he just..."

Sang Luo's face darkened, "Didn't I say it before? The money in my account will be paid to the bottom brat first. What? You kept it for yourself first?"

Sang Luo's tone was like an ice spring in deep winter, very cold and frightening to ghosts.

"No! My lord," Qin Guangwang quickly denied, "You also know that I have thousands of ghosts under my command, and I can't tell the difference!"

Sang Luo gave King Qin Guang a blank look, "Forget it, I don't care about this matter with you. What can you do with that night parade?"

"It's locked in purgatory."

Sang Luo nodded, "OK."

Suddenly, Song Wei's face flashed across her mind.

It's over, forget about it!