This time, I didn't have to rely on the talisman to solve the problem. I needed to rely on my wisdom. When the ghost girl slammed me on the wall countless times and finally grabbed my neck and feet off the ground, I finally nodded. "I promise you to help you. Look for your child. First, put me down."
This was the way I spoke with my life, and the result was that I fell to the ground again.
The ghost girl was dressed up now. It seemed that she was still no more than twenty-eight years old. According to what she said, her child was taken away by a man in black, and her child had not yet been born.
Hearing this, I was also shocked. How could a child be taken away before he was born? At this time, the white dress of the female ghost began to show large patches of red bloodstains, and finall
