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Chapter 1862

Zhou Ping really can't understand Zhong Wenqing, is she crazy?
Is it really not afraid of being backlashed by this kind of evil thing, not afraid of family ruin?

Others, if they accidentally touch a little bit, the whole family will have a narrow escape. She raises three little ghosts, and the cosmetics made with corpse oil, isn't she afraid of death?
That kind of dead thing, if used on a living person, even if it has a miraculous effect in a short period of time, after a long time, it will definitely cause serious problems.

Humans and ghosts have different paths, and life and death are different. There is an insurmountable gap between the living and the dead. Crossing that gap is a taboo.

It can be guaranteed that even if she didn't happen to come here this time, if she didn't encounter this incident, even if Zhong Wenqing survived this time safely, she would capsize her breakfast.

Shortcuts, not so easy to go!
Qin Zheng felt sick, and the longer he stayed here, the more uncomfortable he felt, especially the cosmetics. At the beginning, he felt the fragrance was tangy, but after a while, he could smell the rotten fragrance in the fragrance more and more clearly. Stink.

When he thought of Zhong Wenqing smearing these things on his face every day, he felt goosebumps all over his body, as if there were countless bugs crawling on his skin, and he was so disgusted.

Qin Zheng couldn't help hugging Zhou Ping's arm: "That... woman, so scary... how dare she..."

He is also a big man, and he felt creepy when he heard this thing. How could she, a woman, dare to be in the same room with these evil things day and night.

Xu Mu said indifferently: "There is nothing to dare, money, fame and fortune can make a person crazy, the entertainment industry is a slaughterhouse, everyone wants to climb to the highest position... You know, Zhong Wenqing's annual income in recent years, How much is it all?"

Qin Zheng: "How much?"

Xu Mudao: "I probably remember that among the top ten artists with the highest income in the past few years, Zhong Wenqing has been in the top five every year...Last year it was probably a little less, but there were still 1.7 million..."

Qin Zheng gasped, Nima, 1.7 million, this money will really drive people crazy, and it's only a year.

Zhou Ping said: "With countless fans, everyone will always pay attention when they go out. The money earned every minute is something that an ordinary family can't earn in a lifetime. This kind of temptation... will make a person crazy..."

"but……"

Zhou Ping paused, turned her head to look at the jar surrounded by black mist and said: "If her money is all obtained by using these evil things, then the price she will have to pay in the future will be far more than that." These……"

Zhou Ping thinks that in Zweig's "The Queen of the Broken Head", there is a sentence that is very suitable for Zhong Wenqing: the gift given by fate has already marked the price secretly!

Qin Zheng hugged Zhou Ping's arm tightly. He felt that this place was really scary.

He and Xu Mu couldn't see the yin, resentment, and evil that permeated the room, stronger than the mortuary...

Qin Zheng whispered, "Mom, is there anything else to see here? If not... let's go first..."

Zhou Ping nodded: "Okay... go back and talk..."

She twisted the lipstick back and put it back in place, trying not to be seen as passive.

She came here today to check the situation first, and didn't have all the equipment. Now that she has found out, she naturally has to go back first, discuss with the director and the others, and then tidy up.

(End of this chapter)