Chapter 1871

Zhou Ping really couldn't understand Zhong Wenqing. Was she crazy?

If she was exposed to such evil things, would she not be afraid of backlash, or the destruction of her family?

If others accidentally touched it, the whole family would be in danger of death. She raised three little ghosts and made cosmetics with corpse oil. Wasn't she afraid of death?

If the dead people's things were used on the living, even if they had miraculous effects in a short period of time, something bad would definitely happen over time.

People and ghosts have different paths, and there is a difference between life and death. There is an unbridgeable gap between the living and the dead. Crossing that gap is a taboo.

It can be guaranteed that even if she didn't come here by chance this time and didn't encounter this incident, even if Zhong Wenqing survived this time, her breakfast would be overturned.

Shortcuts are not so easy to take!

Qin Zheng felt sick. The longer she was here, the more uncomfortable she felt, especially these cosmetics. At first, she smelled the fragrance, but after a while, she could smell the stench of decay more and more clearly.

When he thought of Zhong Wenqing applying these things on her face every day, he felt goose bumps all over his body, as if countless bugs were crawling on his skin, which was disgusting.

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

He was also a grown man, and he felt creepy when he heard this stuff. How dare she, a woman, stay in the same room with these weird things day and night.

Xu Mu said lightly: "What is there to be afraid of? Money, fame and fortune will make a person crazy. The entertainment industry is a slaughterhouse. Everyone wants to climb to the highest position... Do you know how much Zhong Wenqing's annual income has been in recent years?"

Qin Zheng: "How much?"

Xu Mu said: "I roughly remember that among the top ten artists in terms of income in recent years, Zhong Wenqing has been in the top five every year... It was probably a little less last year, but it was also 170 million..."

Qin Zheng took a breath, damn, 170 million, this money can really make people crazy, and this is just one year.

Zhou Ping said: "With countless fans, she always attracts the attention of thousands of people when she goes out. The money she earns every minute is more than an ordinary family can earn in a lifetime. Such temptation... will make a person crazy..."

"But..."

Zhou Ping paused, turned her head and looked at the jar surrounded by black mist on the pile head and said: "If her money is all exchanged for these evil ghost things, then the price she will pay in the future will be far more than these..."

Zhou Ping felt that there was a sentence in Zweig's "The Queen of the Beheaded" that was very suitable for Zhong Wenqing: The gift given by fate has already been secretly marked with a price!

Qin Zheng hugged Zhou Ping's arm tightly, he felt that this place was too scary.

He and Xu Mu could not see the gloom, resentment, and evil spirit that filled the room, which was even stronger than the morgue...

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

Zhou Ping nodded: "Okay... let's go back first..."

She twisted the lipstick back and put it back in its place, trying not to let people see that it had been touched.

She came here today just to explore the situation, and she didn't get all the equipment. Now that she has found out, she naturally has to go back first and discuss with the director before cleaning up.