My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Five minutes later, Song Zixuan successfully took the neighbor's son out of the bed, stuffed it into the bathroom to wash, and then pressed it onto the dining table to stuff the neighbor's son with breakfast.

Fifteen minutes later, I successfully dragged my neighbor's son out to go out! By the way, I also made a bunch of friends.

On the other side, Lu Zijia quickly saw the ghost boy who was killed.

"You, can you see me?"

When the ghost boy saw that Lu Zijia was actually walking towards him, and stood at a distance of more than one meter from him, when he met his gaze, a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

It was daytime at this time, and although there were no passers-by around, there were still a lot of passing vehicles.

In order not to be regarded as a self-talking neuropathy, Lu Zijia did not speak, but communicated through voice transmission.

"Your name is Jin Jiahao, a nineteen-year-old college student. He was hit by a car and died here half a month ago."

Lu Zijia did not answer the question of the ghost boy, but directly stated the simple information of the boy.

After confirming that Lu Zijia could see him and said his name accurately, the ecstasy on Jin Jiahao's face became even more intense, "Yes, I am Jin Jiahao, I was hit and killed on purpose, are you here to help me? ?"

Jin Jiahao's eyes were full of hope, but at the same time he was very nervous, for fear that the hope that had just risen would be instantly extinguished.

In the half month after his death, he kept praying all the time that there was someone who could avenge him and help him bring the murderer who killed him and deliberately repeatedly crushed him to justice.

Lu Zijia nodded slightly, "I was entrusted by the mayor to help you, I hope you can go to a place with me, and then do as I say.

As long as you do what I say, I promise to bring your murderer to justice. "

When Jin Jiahao heard the words, he immediately wanted to kneel down to thank Lu Zijia, but was stopped by Lu Zijia.

Unable to kneel down, Jin Jiahao bowed and thanked Lu Zijia.

However, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and the original ecstasy instantly turned into hideous and anxious.

"I can't go anywhere else. That scum asked a Celestial Master to imprison me, so that I can't be reincarnated and I can't leave this road."

Jin Jiahao's voice was full of resentment, and the original Qingjun's face became more and more distorted and terrifying.

If he hadn't left here, he would have dragged the scum who deliberately killed him into hell!

That kind of scum should not live or deserve to live, and should go to the eighteen layers of hell!

Lu Zijia smiled indifferently, "Since I let you go with me, there is naturally a way to get you out of here."

After she finished speaking, she raised her slender hand and used her spiritual power to erase the soul-stopping spell on Jin Jiahao's eyebrows.

In a high-end KTV, in a luxurious box, a group of men and women are playing lively.

Only Song Zixuan, who was sitting alone in the corner, seemed so out of place.

It has been half an hour since they came to this private room, but the person he was waiting for hadn't come yet.

"Didn't you ask me to come out to play, Song Shao, why are you sitting here drinking boring wine by yourself?"

A short man with dyed yellow hair, holding a wine glass in his hand, walked towards Song Zixuan in a buoyant manner, and then sat down beside him.

Song Zixuan frowned and moved to the side without a trace.

For more than half a year after returning to China, he had dealt with Bai Xiao, a neighbor, several times, but because he didn't like Bai Xiao, he didn't play together.