After I stopped being a lady from a rich family, I fought all over the capital

Chapter 85: Zhang Shen is dead?

The servant who turned into a ghost remembered Song Lan's instructions carefully and must not harm Zhang Shen's life.

It can only scare people.

No scars are allowed on people.

He didn't dare to disobey Song Lan's orders. At this moment, he naturally tried every possible way to intimidate Zhang Shen to vent his hatred.

The servant knocked on the car window "bang bang bang", leaving marks of grimaces on it one after another.

Zhang Shen was howling and wailing. Seeing the blood splattering on the car window, he immediately huddled in the corner of the car, closed his eyes tightly, and muttered, "Every wrong has its perpetrator. I didn't hurt you. If I want to hurt you, go hurt someone else."

"I, I can burn paper money for you. I can burn as much as you want."

"A house, a carriage, boys and girls... whatever you want, I can burn for you."

"Please, please go."

Zhang Shen didn't dare to open his eyes. He fumbled in his robe sleeves and finally touched a amulet folded into a triangle. He felt much more at ease instantly.

Fortunately, he was wearing the amulet given by the master.

The moment the amulet was taken out, the servant ghost was indeed scared away a little.

Zhang Shen opened his eyes with some surprise.

He looked down at the "amulet" in his hand that seemed to be emitting a dark golden light, and felt extremely happy.

Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a cold wind suddenly blew by my ears, followed by sharp and strange laughter.

Zhang Shen suddenly felt his hands were empty. The amulet that he had been holding in his hand seemed to be pulled away by someone.

When I looked again, the folded amulet was already floating in the air and was being unwrapped bit by bit by a pair of invisible and intangible hands.

The yellow paper used to draw the amulet, after being completely unfolded, floated up and down for a few times, and then stretched straight as if injected with iron lead, and flew towards his face at a rapid speed, slapping him on the face with a few snapping sounds.

"Uh-huh—"

Zhang Shen felt like his cheekbones were about to be shattered.

The teeth were loose and lying horizontally in his mouth. When the tip of his tongue gently touched them, several teeth stained with blood came out of his mouth. He screamed "ah ah" several times, kicked his legs and shrank into the corner, looking around in panic.

"Who are you? Why do you want to hurt me? I have no grudge against you in the past or in the present..."

After losing my teeth, I can’t help but have more leaks when I speak: “I tell you, I’m not afraid of you!”

Zhang Shen looked around vigilantly.

He had heard people say before that evil ghosts are afraid of evil people.

The more evil aura you have, the less likely evil spirits will dare to approach you.

If you accidentally bump into something unclean, cursing loudly will scare the dirty thing away.

At this point, he no longer cared whether what he said was true or not.

With the mentality of trying everything possible, he said a few harsh words.

"I am the eldest son of the Zhang family, born noble!"

"If you harm me, the Zhang family will definitely cut up your body and expose it in the wilderness, so that you will never have peace in the future!"

The servant ghost, who had originally remembered what Song Lan had told him, suddenly became resentful after hearing what he had said. His eyes turned red, and his ghost form gradually revealed itself. He rushed to Zhang Shen uncontrollably and grabbed him by the neck fiercely: "Give me back my life~"

His shrill sobbing voice was eerie and ghostly.

"Let go, let go, cough cough cough..."

Zhang Shen instinctively slapped the servant ghost's arm, but out of curiosity he slapped it on the iron plate, failing to shake the man at all. Instead, the arm was pinched tighter and tighter.

The servant ghost's two hands were like iron clamps, pinching Zhang Shen hard and almost pushing him into the car.

Zhang Shen felt that breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, and the amplitude of his kicking and struggling became weaker and weaker.

After a while, his body slid to the ground.

Is Zhang Shen dead?

(End of this chapter)