The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

"Woohoo!" Wen Yi didn't dare to scream, just crying blindly.

"Hey! You are domestic violence!" Zheng Quzhi couldn't stand it anymore, and stepped forward to stop the man, unexpectedly, his hand passed through the man's body.

Wen Yi: "..."

Zheng Quzhi: "..."

"Ah!!! Dad! Ghost!!!" Wen Yi finally reacted, shouting hysterically.

It's a pity that her father slapped it over: "Ghost? I would like to see ghosts at home a few more times to pull you down!"

After finishing speaking, Wen Yi gave another vicious kick.

"What are you doing!" A woman's angry voice sounded at the door.

I saw that a very beautiful woman came in from the door with a bag in her hand, as if she had just returned from shopping.

Zheng Quzhi thought that the rescue was coming, but the woman added another sentence: "I want to hit someone out! Don't dirty my eyes!"

What family is this...

Zheng Quzhi stayed silent, but it was a pity that he could not touch the people here, and depending on the situation, those people could not see him, otherwise he would really have to teach the family.

Sure enough, the saying in the book that the hateful person must be pitiful is extremely reasonable.

Although Wen Yi was indeed disliked by others, the appearance of her being madly beaten by her father by her hair is a bit distressing.

However, because of the woman’s words, the man still sent Wen Yi away, but he was still very rude: "You still have a face to say? If it wasn't for you to give birth to such a money-wasting thing, I would still be so angry that I would kill she was?"

"Is the child born by myself?" The woman fought back indifferently, looking at Wen Yi without emotion, and then said: "If you want to kill her, just kill her. Anyway, I'm looking upset."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the room.

Wen Yi cried harder, of course, in exchange for heavier beatings. Finally, Wen Yi was kicked into the kitchen by her father and asked her to cook.

Looking at Wen Yi's small arms and legs, his strength is quite strong. He is busy in the kitchen alone, with a small face and swollen nose, but there is no sad emotion in his eyes, it seems numb.

A numbness that has become a habit.

"Hello!" Zheng Quzhi leaned over: "That's how your parents treated you?"

"Yeah." Wen Yi nodded.

"Why? Is it patriarchal?" Zheng Quzhi continued to ask persistently.

"They want a younger brother, but my mother broke my body when she gave birth to me." Wen Yi lowered his head, finally infected with sadness in his tone, but quickly raised his head again, with a smile in his eyes: "But this is fine, isn't it? Is it? If I have another brother, I will definitely live worse than now."

Zheng Quzhi stayed silent, how should he evaluate Wen Yi?

Regardless of whether Zheng Quzhi listened or not, Wen Yi hummed a song quietly. Although his nose and face were swollen, he seemed to be in a good mood. I don’t know who is the one who just cried with his nose and tears...

"Your parents are abusing children. You can sue them, do you know?" Zheng Quzhi couldn't help but talk to him after spending most of the day in the kitchen.

"Why should I sue?" Wen Yi was much gloomier than when he was in the training camp, with almost no expression on his face, just looking at Zheng Quzhi quietly with a pair of hollow eyes.

"Why didn't you tell?" Zheng Quzhi frowned, dissatisfied with what Wen Yi thinks about this: "Your dad hits you is domestic violence. You are a minor, so you even abuse children."

"Can child abuse go to jail?" Wen Yi sneered as if he had heard something funny: "Even if I am in jail, what do I eat and live? How can I live?"

These words stunned Zheng Quzhi. When Wen Yi was old, he was able to toss around with Lian Liankan. When did he worry about eating and living like her?

Anyway, I will never starve to death, don’t I still have hands and feet?

"If it were me, I would definitely survive." He said.

Wen Yi ignored him and prepared dinner on his own.

Zheng Quzhi lay on the sofa, quietly closing his eyes and resting. He faintly felt that this was not an illusion, but it was like returning to Wen Yi's childhood, just like the last time he returned to his birth.

How is he going back alone this time?

Suddenly, thinking of the beads Shen Dao gave him on his wrist, Zheng Qu knew his eyes lit up, and quickly got up and grabbed the beads and shouted: "Shen Dao! Shen Dao!"

"Brother?" Soon, Shen Dao's voice came from the beads!

"Shen Dao." Zheng Quzhi quickly calmed down and said quickly: "I went back somehow about seven or eight years ago. Can you send me back?"

Didn’t you bring yourself to a thousand years ago when you were so awesome? So this should be easy for Shen Dao, right?

"Is my brother trying to escape marriage?" Shen Dao's focus was only on the first half sentence, his tone was full of joy: "Do you dislike Wei Yan?"

"Shut up." Zheng Quzhi darkened his face and said every word: "Hurry up and save me, don't delay my wedding! Also, what time is it outside? Is it daytime?"

"Brother don't worry!" Shen Dao's voice was a little bit more cheerful: "It's only 9:30 in the evening. It's early!"

When he heard that it was only half past nine, Zheng Quzhi heaved a sigh of relief, raised his eyes and scanned the direction of the kitchen for a few seconds, and said: "Can you get me out now?"

"There is a way, but it takes time." Shen Dao pondered for a few seconds, "Brother, can you tell me what's going on first?"

Zheng Quzhi explained the ins and outs of the matter in a few words, and finally asked: "How is it? Can I still save it?"

"Of course." There was a smile in Shen Dao's voice: "I will go to that sister Wen Yi, and I will help my brother soon."

With Shen Dao's words, Zheng Quzhi let go.

The smell of vegetables gradually floated from the kitchen, and then Wen Yi came out with the food, and then cowered and called her parents to go.

Zheng Quzhi looked boring, and simply walked around in each room. Anyway, no one except Wen Yi could see him, and he could go through anywhere.

Wen Yi's room is very small, like a utility room, filled with things, only a small bed in the corner, you can barely tell that this is a room for individuals to sleep in.

"I don't see it, she was very difficult when she was a child." Zheng Quzhi shook his head, thinking of the gentleness after he grew up, and sighed uncontrollably. Sure enough, the eighteenth woman changed...

He didn't have the hobby of looking through the little girl's room, but after looking around, he went to the master bedroom next door, Wen Yi's parents' room.

The room of Wen Yi's parents was quite spacious, but it was so messy that it was more terrifying than Lian Kan's house. Underwear and stinky socks can be seen almost everywhere, Zheng Quzhi twitched his mouth, what kind of fairy parents are these!