Chapter 77 1.077 Ghost!

How could Xu Jiao be so reconciled, she was also trying to make up her mind with all her strength. Although Qiao Zhongheng is not promising, as long as he thinks about it, the skill of putting honey on his mouth is first-class, and Xu Jiao can be softened in a few words.

The two of them hung around together for a while, Qiao Zhongheng fell into a deep sleep, but Xu Jiao turned around, thinking about how the twenty taels of silver couldn't fall asleep.

Qiao Mu hid under the eaves and listened to the corner of the wall for a long time, and he was already so angry that he clenched his fists tightly.

She guessed right, Xu Jiao really did something wrong with Xiao Liner, no wonder she had been so diligent in running to their house before, and persuaded her mother to send Xiao Liner away as soon as possible, it turned out that she could get two from it A benefit fee of ten taels of silver.

Twenty taels, her poor sister's life was only worth twenty taels in Xu Jiao's eyes.

If it wasn't for her last life to help fuel the flames, Xiao Lin'er would not have been picked up by Wu Yanzhen so smoothly.

This damn woman!

Qiao Mu took out a wall-piercing talisman from his pocket and tore it open, a cold light flashed from the bottom of his black eyes.

Xu Jiao lay on the bed and turned over again, sighing against the wall. After thinking about it in the middle of the night, she couldn't come up with a good solution. She was really at a loss.

But she was a little reluctant to let her give up the twenty taels of silver just like that.

It's all to blame for Qiao Mu's dead child. If it wasn't for her to interfere, the elder sister-in-law handed over Xiao Lin'er long ago, how could there be so many troubles in the future!

Xu Jiao rolled over again, opened her eyes dryly, and was about to go to the table to pour a glass of water, when she suddenly saw a dark shadow floating in front of her.

She was so frightened that she lost her sleepiness. She sat upright like a spring, and shouted in horror, "Who?"

Qiao Zhong, who was soundly asleep, let out a grunt like a dead pig.

Seeing that there was nothing in front of her, Xu Jiao calmed down and let out a sigh of relief, only to say that she was too nervous to sleep until the middle of the night.

She didn't want to drink any more water, so she half-laid down and turned over, her eyes suddenly widened, and her eyes were about to split.

Looking at the little face that was half-hanging in front of him, his heart almost jumped out of his chest!

Her brain was dead for three seconds, and then she received the scene in front of her, and a shrill scream came out of her mouth, which scared Qiao Zhong in his sleep and sat up with a slap.

"What's the matter?" Qiao Zhongheng looked at Xu Jiao and said angrily, "What is the name of a ghost in the middle of the night?"

Xu Jiao pointed at the back of Qiao Zhongheng's head, her lips were trembling, her eyes were about to split, she stared straight at the miserable little face on the wall, and retracted little by little into the wall. Then disappeared.

Qiao Zhongheng looked back and saw nothing but the wall.

"Face, face..." Xu Jiao trembled as she trembled.

"What face?" Qiao Zhongheng, who didn't see anything at all, looked inexplicable.

"Damn it!" Xu Jiao rolled her eyes and fell straight down.

Qiao Mu wiped off the dirt on his little face, turned his head to look at Qiao Zhongheng's house, which was lit up, and the corners of his mouth curled up coldly.

Are you afraid of that? "Good day" is still waiting for you!

As the shadows of the trees swayed, the little girl was soon lost outside the dark house, and only a faint wind swept over the fallen leaves...

Early the next morning, Qiao Mu was awakened by the sound of unloading goods outside.

She jumped up and ran out after wiping her face indiscriminately. She met Wei Ziqin and asked curiously, "Qiao Qiao, a group of people came outside and said it was for you!"