Zhang Li's husband was taken away and never came back.

She wasn't worried either, she was still angry now.

It's just right if she doesn't come back, so she'll have a good rest for one night. She will continue to quarrel or fight with her husband tomorrow. Now she has to keep her energy.

After nine o'clock in the evening, the lights in the car were turned off, and only the lights in the corridor were still on.

When I heard a slight "slam" sound and the familiar smell of smoke, I knew that it was my husband who was back.

Zhang Li turned over, and her face automatically became ugly in the darkness.

Before she could sit up and question her, she rushed towards her with great force.

A tight shackle force came from the neck.

The "hiss" sound came from Zhang Li's throat intermittently. She tried to scream with difficulty, but couldn't make any sound.

Zhang Laodao next door sat cross-legged and dozed off.

A heavy nodded and woke up again, wonderingly, "Why is there no movement yet?"

Looking up, his good disciple... Zhang Laodao was self-proclaimed.

Su Mo was standing close to the wall of the carriage at the corner of the listening wall.

Old Zhang grinned out a big chrysanthemum with kindness.

Sure enough, he is worthy of being the disciple he likes, and has his true teachings.

Su Mo was startled in the darkness, and a wrinkled old face suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Did you hear anything? Why can't I hear it at all?"

Old Dao Zhang wrinkled an old face in depressed state.

Isn’t it too embarrassing to say that I didn’t hear it? Wouldn’t I be embarrassed to be in front of my disciple?

So Ban Zheng, straightened his face and said with confidence: "Oh, I seem to hear a little movement. Is that woman already asleep?"

"I'm about to fall asleep."

Hey, I didn't expect to be fooled.

Wait, I am really the disciple I like, I hear it so sincerely.

"I'm about to fall asleep forever."

"What's the meaning?"

Su Mo listened again, and this faint sound of breath must have been pinched.

"I'm about to be strangled to death."

"ah?"

"Then why don't we go and save her?"

Otherwise, the talisman will be sold to ghosts.

"It doesn't matter, I have to find my favorite body. How could I easily strangle the person who conceals his identity? I just give her some color to see."

As soon as Su Mo finished speaking, she heard the sound of gasping next door being stuck with the sound of the woman coughing.

It feels like I want to cough out my throat.

This time, Old Dao Zhang also heard it.

Rest assured: "It's good that I'm not dead."

Zhang Li covered her neck and coughed hard.

His eyes were covered in blood, and he looked at the man who pinched her angrily.

This man is not her husband, this strange feeling.

But it's still the same face.

During the day, the girl who came to the door said: Your husband is possessed by evil spirits.

There is something dirty on the body.

Zhang Li was sweating in her body because of her fear just now and her current guess.

Her husband looked at her coldly.

The look seemed to be looking at a corpse.

Zhang Li shouted: "Come here, help me!"

The surroundings were quiet, as if their carriage had disappeared from the train.

Zhang Laodao next door covered his ears and said, "Oh".

"It shocked the pig's ears to death."

When Su Mo heard that the old man became stupid and even became black, he couldn't help laughing.

"Stop having fun, girl."

"Now should we go and slaughter the sheep-oh, no, it's time to preside over justice?"

"You can draw talismans too, just go and save her yourself."

Just kidding, if the talisman he drew had divine light, could he still be so miserable?

"Now I'm sleepy, she can't die tonight anyway. Let's open it tomorrow."

After saying that, Su Mo pulled the old man down and changed the bed sheets himself.

Old Dao Zhang really wants to see the woman who is so loud and arrogant during the day that she is scared to death now.

But no one has been brave together.

Forget it, he'd better go to bed first.

Crowd with Su Changfeng.

Su Changfeng disliked and annoying, but after agreeing to his daughter, he still barely divided the gap for Mr. Zhang.

With this, the old Taoist priest snored and made a loud noise in just one second.

Zhang Li next door was not so relaxed at this time. She was frightened to find that no matter how she screamed, she was in a dead silence.

Her husband suddenly smiled strangely as he looked at her.

Pointing to the door: "You can go out and call someone."

Zhang Li couldn't believe that he let her go so easily.

But I still grabbed the last straw, and rushed wildly, and opened the door with a loud bang.

But it made a "bang" sound, which was the sound of hitting the door panel.

Behind him, his husband laughed wildly with unscrupulous laughter.

Kahahahahahahaha.

I never thought that there was another door to open.

Zhang Li didn't give up and opened another door. With a loud "bang", it sounded like a hit on the door panel again.

Pull it apart again, and there was another "bang".

In the end, Zhang Li hit her head and she fell down the door panel and sat on the ground.

Her husband was also laughing helplessly.

He walked up to her and looked at her condescendingly: "Don't you want to look at my phone? Show it enough."

Throwing it in her face.

Another pain.

Zhang Li still doesn’t understand that the person in front of her is her husband and not her husband.

But how could this happen?

Could it be that she really hit a ghost?

What should her husband do?

Zhang Li is a strong woman, Hu Lu's face was covered in blood.

Open your phone and open the WeChat album.

The deletion record inside has been restored.

It seems that her husband no longer cares whether she knows it or not.

Looking at the woman who looked at the WeChat record with at least eight different women's avatars, shouting "Baby", "Dear", and "Husband".

Such a title.

The most recent record.
To be continued...