The female ghost Miao Miao immediately averted her gaze upon hearing Zhong Niangyao's words, afraid that she might indeed lose her sight by looking any further.
Despite her deep-seated hatred for Zhong Niangyao, recent events had given her a clear understanding that she was no match for Zhong Niangyao.
"What exactly do you want?"
A middle-aged man stepped forward. "Our family is already in such a tragic state, how far do you intend to push us before you are satisfied?"
"Push?" Lu Yichen looked at the family of three indifferently, "Why would we seek you out if you didn't know it in your hearts? You all planned to kill a little girl of merely seven or eight years old, and now you even have the audacity to say such things."
"We didn't do anything," the middle-aged woman sternly refused to admit, "We are law-abiding good citizens; don't make baseless accusations without evidence."
