Sang Luo lowered his head and said nothing, feeling heavy in his heart.
She had actually seen what happened to this woman on the Internet.
Her name is Song Wei.
Two months ago, she made a real-name report to He Hong, a teacher at Lotte Elementary School, for corporally punishing and abusing students to death.
The primary school student who was corporally punished to death was her son Haohao.
This matter was once a hot search on Whale Platform and caused quite a stir.
But later, the popularity dropped rapidly and public opinion reversed.
The school claimed that Haohao died of his own congenital heart disease, not because of corporal punishment by the school teacher.
Song Wei's move was to demand high compensation from the school.
Netizens are also the most adaptable to the changing circumstances.
After hearing the school's statement, they immediately ran to Song Wei's account and attacked her in groups.
Netizens said:
[If you really love your child, will you dress up and go to school on the day when the child has an accident? 】
[Stop pretending, something happened to the child, and you are still wearing a hip-hugging skirt, heavy makeup, and high heels]
[Dressing up like a fairy, running to school to shoot videos, isn’t it just to gain traffic? 】
[If you want money, just say it, don’t make up lies to gain sympathy from netizens, okay? 】
[My children are also studying under Teacher He. Teacher He is a very kind person and there is no way he would corporally punish students! 】
Song Wei originally wanted to seek justice for her child, but instead she was violently raped online.
Unable to think about it for a moment, he ran to the roof of the community in the middle of the night, jumped off, and ended his young life.
Netizens’ hindsight came again.
[I have long felt that something was wrong about this matter]
[Yes, even if the child has congenital heart disease, there must be an inducement for him to die, right? 】
[The school teacher must have punished Haohao with corporal punishment! 】
【This mother is so miserable】
But with Song Wei's death, the matter fell into disuse and there was no follow-up.
Regarding Song Wei's experience, Sang Luo only felt deeply helpless.
If it were in the underworld, she would definitely send He Hong into the eleventh level of stone-pressed hell, throw him into a stone trough, and be crushed to death by thousands of pounds of rocks.
Mash it into a paste and throw it into the Wangchuan River to feed the fish.
But this is in the human world.
The rules in the world are very complicated.
There was nothing she could do.
He Hong, that scumbag, was blessed by his ancestors' blessings and his life span has not yet expired.
Sang Luo could only console him, "You should go and be reincarnated first. Although He Hong is still living freely in the world, when he dies, everything he did during his lifetime will be liquidated."
"Everything he did in his life, even killing a mosquito, is clearly recorded in the life and death book. The general account will be settled with him after his death."
"It's too long, that's too long." Song Wei shook his head, "Even if I'm going to report to the underworld, I have to take him with me! I want to see him get into the frying pan with my own eyes!"
Netizens in the live broadcast room heard Song Wei's muttering and also spoke out:
[Why hasn’t that scumbag been sent to the station yet? 】
[I dare not say that there is someone above me]
[It is said that the principal of Lotte Primary School is He Hong’s father]
[The school sincerely wants to protect He Hong! All the surveillance records from that day were also destroyed! Even if the National Health Bureau wants to intervene in the investigation, there is no substantial evidence]
[He Hong’s background is not just his father, his grandfather is even more powerful]
"I will definitely make him pay the price." Song Wei said through gritted teeth.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew up behind Song Wei, causing sand and rocks to fly.
Sang Luo looked at the black air on Song Wei's head and secretly said something bad.
This is Zimusha!
It seems that Song Wei was pregnant before jumping off the building.
But she didn't know it, which resulted in one death and two deaths.
Zimu evil is the most powerful among all kinds of evil.
Perhaps other ghosts need decades or hundreds of years of accumulated resentment to become a powerful ghost.
But a female ghost with a son-mother evil spirit can turn into a fierce ghost immediately after death and seek lives from humans.
After Song Wei finished speaking, he hung up the connection to the live broadcast room.
Flying lightly to Lotte Elementary School.
Upon seeing this, Sang Luo immediately turned off the live broadcast and prepared to follow Song Wei away, leaving the confused netizens in a mess.
After hanging up the live broadcast, Sang Luo got up and prepared to leave the Taoist temple to find Song Wei.
If she carries a human life and is caught by ghosts, she will be tortured in the underworld, and it will also affect her reincarnation in the next life.
She did nothing bad in this life and died innocently.
According to the rules, she will join a wealthy and prestigious family in her next life and live the life of a top rich second generation that everyone envies.
If she killed someone, she would probably be reborn into a rural family that favors sons over daughters in her next life, with her parents and younger brothers lying on her like leech, and living by sucking her blood for the rest of her life.
But as soon as she walked out of the dormitory door, she ran into Shen Wuyang who ran in quickly.
Shen Wuyang shouted while running: "My mother! Is this a ghost attack? How did the Lord of Hell climb up from the ground?"
He looked extremely panicked, like a mouse seeing a cat, his nose and eyebrows were wrinkled together.
Sang Luo had never seen Shen Wuyang like this before, and thought his expression was a bit funny, like a clown jumping up and down in an opera.
Shen Wuyang ran to his favorite place and hid in the top floor compartment of the Sutra Pavilion.
Immediately afterwards, King Qin Guang caught up with him holding the hem of his heavy gown.
While chasing, he kept shouting: "You old ghost! What are you doing in the world after you have been dead for thousands of years? Follow me back to the underworld!"
Sang Luo came out of the dormitory and stood in the middle of the narrow corridor, blocking King Qin Guang's way with his body.
He looked at King Qin Guang with a look of disdain.
King Qin Guang stopped on the spot and hurriedly paid homage: "Sir, there is a thousand-year-old ghost in your temple!"
Sang Luo raised his eyebrows, "I know, I raised him. Is there any problem?"
King Qin Guang shut his mouth knowingly.
Lord Ghost Emperor loves to eat evil ghosts. He knows that she must want to raise this old ghost and eat it later.
This ghost is really miserable.
"Have you found out what you were asked to investigate?" Sang Luo asked.
King Qin Guang suddenly realized that he came to the world this time just to report this matter.
"Oh, yes. It has been found out. I fried Lin Xing in the pan three times before he was recruited."
"This matter was done by a night patrol envoy of the Yin Gui Division. One time, Lin Xing suffered a heavy haemorrhage on the operating table. When his life was about to end, his soul came to the gate of hell in a daze, and was captured by the patrolling patrol. Night Patrol caught him."
Sang Luo thought about it and it made sense.
When a person is extremely weak, his Yang Qi is very low, and his soul will unconsciously leave his body and head towards the gate of hell.
If his yang life is not over, he will be driven back to the human world by the Yin ghost envoys; if his yang life is over, the soul arrester will be sent out to take the soul to the Palace of Hell for trial.
Therefore, many people who have just recovered from a serious illness, or whose life is hanging by a thread after an accident, wake up and say that they seem to have seen the door of hell closed.
"Then what? Why did he help Lin Xing steal his life?" Sang Luo asked.
King Qin Guang curled his lips, "Sir, it's not just for some incense money. You and I have temples and Taoist temples in the world where we can collect money, but these little devils have no one to worship them. They all rely on you to pay them."
"So, he just..."
Sang Luo's face darkened, "Didn't I say before? The money in my account will be paid to the lowest-ranking guy first. What? You keep it for yourself first?"
Sang Luo's tone was like an icy spring in the depths of winter, very cold and frightening to ghosts.
"No! Sir" King Qin Guang denied quickly, "You also know that I have thousands of ghosts under my command, and I can't tell them apart!"
Sang Luo rolled his eyes at King Qin Guang and said, "Forget it, I won't argue with you about this matter. Can you handle that night patrol?"
"Already imprisoned in purgatory."
Sang Luo nodded, "Okay."
Suddenly, Song Wei's face flashed through her mind.
It's over, I forgot about this!
