That evening.
We met at the entrance to He Tao's residential complex.
Song Xiaotian and Zhao Laoqi both came.
After seeing Zhao Laoqi, Song Xiaotian quickly realized we had tricked him.
He opened my backpack, saw the yellow paper inside, and instantly froze.
"What's this? Do we need to burn paper just to have dinner?"
Meng Yifan and I lowered our heads without saying a word.
Zhao Laoqi laughed. "Those two didn't tell you what we're doing tonight?"
Song Xiaotian said, "Having dinner! I drove for hours to come have dinner!"
Zhao Laoqi said, "There's a haunted house in this complex. First, we'll go there to summon someone's soul. Once that's done, we'll go eat."
Song Xiaotian said, "..."
"Ha. Chen Mo, if I ever believe you again, I'm your son."
With that, he turned to run.
Meng Yifan and I hurriedly pulled him back.
"Brother Tian, help us out! Two hundred thousand! That's two hundred thousand!"
"I'm not going! You two liars! Liars!"
In the end, he went anyway. Meng Yifan and I forcibly dragged him into the complex.
He looked utterly unwilling and complained the whole way, saying we had tricked him.
I told him the person who had died in this haunted house had been killed by Du Yuwei.
Du Yuwei had started killing people.
"What..."
Song Xiaotian suddenly froze. "Why would she hurt people for no reason?"
Zhao Laoqi had been scowling the whole time. "When a wronged ghost refuses to move on and be reincarnated, nine times out of ten, they'll hurt people. I told you long ago that we couldn't give her the child back. Something would happen if we did, but you wouldn't listen."
We didn't dare respond, because we really had returned the child.
But we had thought Du Yuwei only wanted