Reincarnation, your integrity is gone

"Don't worry, didn't the county magistrate say he wanted to catch ghosts? Then find a few more ghosts for him to catch." Huang Tianlin said casually.

"Looking for ghosts..."

Hu Shuo thought for a long time before he understood the meaning, and his eyes lit up: "Oh oh oh! My master is brilliant! I'll do it right away!"

Some things are inconvenient for humans to do, but ghosts can.

Chapter 7 Ghosts!

The sky in Goose City is full of clouds and mist, as if black rain is about to fall.

Zhang Zixiao was carrying a small piece of pork, anxiously rushing home.

He is a resident of an ordinary small town. He studied for a few years in his early years, inherited his father's mantle, and returned to the town to become a doctor.

Doctors these days can be regarded as advanced professions.

Even if they just opened a small clinic, the life of their Zhang family can be considered affluent.

It's just that the good times didn't last long, Zhang Zixiao became addicted to gambling, and his family plummeted.

His father became ill on the spot, and his poor medical skills could not support the entire hospital, so he had to rely on his mother who was a farmer to make ends meet.

To make matters worse, Zhang Zixiao's mother contracted dancing sickness, and Huang Er beat her to death.

When he went to claim the body today, he received a burial money from the county magistrate.

So he bought a small piece of pork on purpose, and prepared to bring it home to his seriously ill father and poison him to death.

"Dad, I'm back."

Pushing the moldy old wooden door, Zhang Zixiao took a guilty look at his father's bedroom.

"I'm back... have you found your mother?"

Zhang Zhiwu stood up holding the window eaves, and stuck out his head tremblingly.

The room was dusty, with chairs and rags thrown around, it looked like it hadn't been cleaned in a while.

"No...not yet, don't move, I'll make you something to eat."

After confirming that he was still weak as usual, Zhang Zixiao walked into the kitchen.

In order to pay off the gambling debts, all the things that could be sold at home were sold, leaving only a pot and a crock in the kitchen.

The only thing their family is worth is the land of the medical center.

It's just that the title deed of the medical center was hidden by Zhang Zhiwu, and he couldn't find it no matter what.After killing Zhang Zhiwu, he can not only inherit the medical clinic reasonably, but also have one less mouth to eat at home, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

"call……"

Heaving a long sigh of relief, Zhang Zixiao put some blackened wheat into a pot and heated it up, then took a pot and started to fry pork.

The steaming heat rose quickly, with a faint smell of meat and a little burnt smell.

Zhang Zixiao quickly added some water and salt, and then prepared to put arsenic in it.

At this moment, a face with sunken eye sockets and no blood color suddenly appeared behind him. The rotten teeth were less than five centimeters away from his neck, as if they were about to bite into them at any time!

"Ghost!!!"

Zhang Zixiao jumped up in fright, and threw the paper bag containing arsenic into it without opening it.

Turning his head, it was Zhang Zhiwu who smelled burnt and wanted to help in the kitchen.

"Son, will you know?"

"Go away, go away!"

Zhang Zixiao's heart almost jumped out, he quickly put down the spatula, turned around and pushed him away: "You have lost the strength to hold the spatula, so don't make trouble. Go and wash the dishes, I'll be fine soon."

"Yes, poisonous..." Zhang Zhiwu said with difficulty.

"What is poisonous?!"

Zhang Zixiao's heart was pounding.

Could it be that it was discovered?

"Meat...will go bad if it's burnt, it's poisonous..." Zhang Zhiwu warned.

"I know, I know, wait for me outside."

Zhang Zixiao's hanging heart was relieved, and after pushing him out, he ran back in a hurry, the paper bag almost melted.

"Damn!"

He couldn't help cursing, picked up the shredded paper awkwardly, and then added half a teaspoon of salt to cover up the smell.

This process was not smooth, but after all, it was soup, so it was still so-so.

When he returned to the room, Zhang Zhiwu was staring blankly at the table, as if he had fallen asleep.

Zhang Zixiao pursed his lips, took two seconds to adjust his expression, and walked into the room with the soup.

"Haha, ahahahahaha, the broth is here."

The steaming soup was placed on the table, and he picked up his father's bowl and filled it full.

"Don't you drink soup?"

Zhang Zhiwu slowly raised his head and asked in a tired tone.

"I eat first, and then drink after eating."

Zhang Zixiao found an excuse at random, served himself a bowl of rice, and kept his eyes on Zhang Zhiwu's hand.

"This... so much meat..."

After scooping it up with a spoon, three pieces of meat came out, which surprised Zhang Zhiwu.

Their family has not eaten meat for half a month. The last time they ate meat, it was only a few small pieces of meat.

So much meat, how much does it cost?

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiwu felt a little reluctant, took out all the meat, and put it all into Zhang Zixiao's bowl.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Zhang Zixiao became nervous.

"I'm old, and eating meat is a waste, so let me eat it for you." Zhang Zhiwu shook his head and said.

"This... this won't work, I bought it for you specially, how can I eat it?" Zhang Zixiao forced a smile.

This thing is not fun to eat, it will kill people.

"I can just drink soup..."

Zhang Zhiwu smiled, and the wrinkles on his face relaxed, feeling very relieved.

He gently blew on the soup in the bowl, and took a sip, but his face quickly changed.

"Bah, it's so hard to drink..."

Zhang Zhiwu frowned, and spat out the soup in his mouth.

"I really……"

Seeing him drink it down, Zhang Zixiao breathed a sigh of relief.

This vomit completely made him anxious, and he patted the table directly: "I worked so hard to make this? Just vomit for me, do you know how expensive this meat is?"

"Ah... yes, it's broth... but this strange smell... I'm so sick... Is there something wrong with my sense of taste..."

Zhang Zhiwu breathed heavily, his eyes suddenly became cloudy, he held up the soup bowl tremblingly, and forced himself to drink it.

"Slow down, Dad."

Looking at Zhang Zhiwu who was eating in pain, Zhang Zixiao suddenly couldn't bear it, and stepped forward to caress his back to prevent him from choking.

After all, this is his father. Let him eat a good meal before he dies, he can be considered filial piety.

"It's so unpalatable..."

Although he had already finished a bowl of soup, Zhang Zhiwu still couldn't accept the taste.

"Next time, it will be delicious next time, eat meat."

Zhang Zixiao pinched the meat back, trying to comfort him.

Unable to refuse, Zhang Zhiwu ate the meat, and soon felt unbearable abdominal pain.

toxicity,

It happened!

"It hurts... son, my stomach hurts..."

Zhang Zhiwu fell down, clutching his stomach and crying on the ground.

"It's okay, it's okay, it won't hurt soon..."

Zhang Zixiao stepped forward and hugged Zhang Zhiwu, with an almost morbid ecstasy on his face.

As long as he dies and sells the clinic to the Huang family, he will be able to eat meat this month!

"anyone there?"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Damn it! How could it be at this time?!"

Zhang Zixiao was startled, and was about to get up to turn off the lights, but saw a person squatting by his door.

That decently dressed, serious appearance, isn't it Mr. Mo who overwhelmed Huang Tianlin during the day, or who?

"Ah!!! Dad! What's wrong with you, Dad!"

Out of fear in his heart, Zhang Zixiao immediately changed his face, pretending to be ignorant.

"Rescue!"

Li Tianxiu only took one look, then jumped off the wall and let Zhao Miaomiao and Chen Xi in.

"Mr. Mo, please save my father!"

Zhang Zixiao ran up in a hurry, and a kneeling shovel slid in front of Li Tianxiu, grabbing his hand.

"rest assured."

Li Tianxiu broke away his hand and stepped forward to check Zhang Zhiwu's situation.

Fearing that the matter would be exposed, Zhang Zixiao saw several people entered the house, and ran out of the house with a guilty conscience.

"It's over, it's over..."

Thinking of Huang Er's miserable situation during the day, Zhang Zixiao almost went crazy and ran until he was about to die.

The moment he stopped, a figure stopped him.

"What are you running for?"

"I, I, I... I didn't kill anyone!"

Zhang Zixiao raised his head violently, and was scared out of his wits.

I saw the man in white clothes with long hair, eyes as big as copper bells, and long fangs extending to his chin, as if they could easily tear his flesh apart.

It's a ghost!

Chapter 8 Truth is only within the range of the explosion

"Forgive, forgive, forgive, I didn't do anything bad!"

Seeing a ghost in the middle of the night, Zhang Zixiao knelt down with great backbone.

"You're so guilty if you haven't done anything bad?"

The evil ghost held up his chin with one hand, and rubbed his cold nails on the latter's face: "Say, or I will tear your mouth apart!"

"I said I said..."

Zhang Zixiao held on for less than a second before letting go of his defenses, telling how he poisoned himself and how he was bumped into by Li Tianxiu.

"Hahaha, you are such a filial son."

The evil ghost patted his face with a smile, then suddenly punched him on the mouth, and cursed contemptuously: "If you kill your own father, you are worse than a dog!"

"The little one knows it's wrong, the little one knows it's wrong."