Chapter 92 This is a ghost (1) When I woke up, the sky was already...

When I woke up, it was already dark, but not just any dark, it was a creepy dark. Black shadow-like things were flickering and wandering around, occasionally emitting a yellow light. Things like will-o'-the-wisp were penetrating the walls, illusory and vague, seeming to be close yet far away.

There were shrill "wailing" sounds all around, and she even saw a wisp of white smoke in the shape of a woman, hovering in the sky.

There was an inexplicable rustling sound in my ears.

This time, Liu Binghai was transported to a ghost.

This is really fucking scary.

This is not an ordinary ghost, but a woman who has accumulated resentment and has not been successful in the world of love and family. In the end, she left with hatred. After leaving, she still hated that man, hated that woman, hated that old man, and hated that villain. She wandered and struggled at the junction of the wronged souls and the human world, unable to forget the mortal world, unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation, and after torturing the people in the world to their mental breakdown, she herself was a miserable lover whose soul was torn apart.

The rustling sound was still going on; it was the sound of the resentful spirit stirring the leaves.

If the rustling sound continues, the leaves will soon hit the courtyard of a nearby house with a private door, where a man and a woman live. The leaves are contaminated with snowflake poison, and the poison will soak into the foot basin where the man soaks his feet every day. As he soaks in it day after day, the poison will penetrate into the man's bones, and he will give birth to a child born with hematuria.

When the child is born, his lips will be red and purple, and there will be a dark brown mole on his face. The mole is also poisonous and will never fade. The child will have a fever every once in a while, and the fever will not go away. He will vomit and have diarrhea, and his body will be covered with bruises. He will die soon. But the child that the man will give birth to next will still have intestinal cancer, and the woman will continue to live in fear and shock day by day, unable to live or die.

In the end, the man would become toxic, his body festered and festering, like a moldy loach, lying in a leaf-strewn yard, awaiting his final words. He would watch as one child after another, their lips bruised and purple, flashed past him. They all looked the same, suffering from the same illness. Their expressions of resentment and grievance towards him, reflected in the gentle moonlight, surged toward him, along with her, who seemed to be smiling.

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Liu Binghai raised his hand to knock off the fallen leaves from the tree, and used a magic trick to tie up the tree roots.

Then he looked at his body.

The body was floating on the wall, waiting for the poisoned leaves to float into the yard.

All she had to do now was to stop these poisonous leaves from blowing into the yard continuously with the spell-bound wind, and then look for an opportunity to see how she could enter the cycle of reincarnation.

She devised a method to first freeze the leaves and then let them float to the base of the wall.

The night wind was a little cold, but she couldn't feel it.

All she felt was the intense coldness of this body.

The man was the former husband of this wronged soul. When she was pregnant, he fell in love with another woman, who caused her to have a miscarriage. However, after the miscarriage, she did not receive any comfort from the man's mother.

Because she is an ominous person.

The old woman had long said that she was an unlucky thing for men and that marrying her would bring bad luck and waste money. She knew that this was just an excuse for the old woman to complain about her lack of financial resources.

The old lady's family had three rules: not marrying a virgin, not marrying a woman whose fate was in conflict with the official, and not marrying a person with a heavy partial seal.

Having officials and killers in one's fate is not good for one's husband. It is a fate that will bring bad luck to one's husband and is an ominous person.

She happened to have three of them.

The old woman didn't like her, but the man liked her at the time and married her anyway. However, she was seduced by another woman just as she was pregnant. When she had a miscarriage, the old woman said that she was not meant to be in this family and urged her to divorce. She knew that the old woman wanted to quickly marry that woman, thinking that anyone could have a child. If she had a miscarriage, there would be a better woman to take her place. That woman was rich, beautiful, and had a strong official star in her horoscope, which meant she was destined to bring prosperity to the man and a smooth career.

She refused to leave, so the old woman left her out to dry, and eventually she died from being left out to dry.

She had a type of bloody intestinal cancer, which caused bloody stools and cancer in the blood. She was in excruciating pain, and when she died, her body was covered in ulcers and her skin was wrinkled like a 100-year-old woman.

When she died, the old woman and the man both breathed a sigh of relief.

After death, she refused to enter the cycle of reincarnation, choosing instead to wander the world. Souls are not like spirits; spirits can cultivate, but souls are just spirits. She created a soul that practiced magic daily, tainting the leaves with snowflake poison and leaving the old woman's bed covered in blood every month.

The man had the habit of soaking his feet every day. Every day, the leaves would float into his foot bath and merge with his body, which made her feel nauseous just thinking about it. She laughed, floated beside him, stuck out her tongue, and spit out black and brown saliva for him. The black saliva could be seen in the teacup and teacup.

Her child was gone. That day, she was covered in blood, clumps of blood. The child had already taken shape. She seemed to see a baby's body chopped into pieces and shattered outside her body. In the pool of blood, the bones were connected to the tendons, and the tendons were connected to the bones and skin.

She wanted his child with that woman to be connected to her skin and bones, and to have flesh and blood connected to her tendons.

The birth of one baby after another with hematuria scared the man and the old woman. She floated in the yard with a hearty laugh, which sounded like the rustling of leaves. The man offered a tablet for her and asked her to leave as soon as possible. She stopped laughing, looked at the man coldly, and handed him a bowl of tea, bloody tea, with a flick of her sleeve.

The woman finally went crazy.

However, if the wronged souls do not rest and continue to do evil, in addition to the raging cholera, their souls will also be torn apart, and the broken souls will be torn into pieces, bit by bit, piece by piece.

Her soul, finally shattered, was sent to the realm of evil spirits to serve its sentence, one piece remained in the mortal world, and one piece was frozen in the ice and snow. She entered each of the six realms of reincarnation, only to serve her sentence, unable to reincarnate again. Even so, she could only remember the pools of blood that flowed from her body, and the lingering dreams of him and that woman after their marriage.

The drifting ice sea drifts away from the tree roots.

She didn't feel cold, she just felt lonely.

A loneliness that makes you feel like you are out of touch with your body.

Loneliness is the most unbearable torture for ghosts. All the evil they do is just their only connection with this world.

The leaves stopped rustling, she controlled them and slowly walked towards the yard.

The man and woman have gone to bed.

This is a very exquisite courtyard.

It might be because of the woman's good fortune in marriage. The man and the woman were sleeping soundly in the main house. They were finally married and were still in the sweet period. They were naked and hugging each other. The man's chin was against the woman's jaw, one arm was resting under the back of her head, and the other was slightly bent to hold her. The woman was very small, and her soft palms were resting on his chest, breathing lightly.

The long hair scattered on the smooth back was a beautiful scene, which made the original wife angry when she saw it.

Liu Binghai looked at it for a while, then turned and left. As he left, he accidentally "knocked over" the ceiling light on the main roof. The ceiling light fell to the ground with a bang and shattered. The sound woke the woman from her sleep. The woman screamed in surprise. The man climbed up naked to see what had happened. He found that the ceiling light had fallen. He looked around for a flashlight. When the flashlight turned on, Liu Binghai saw him squatting there with his naked butt sticking out. His skin was white, and his bare butt looked like a big white frog.

It was winter at the time, the yard was cold and the wind was blowing loudly.

Liu Binghai took another look at his butt and left the main house.

The yard is clean and elegant, with a well in the middle. It is a very old-fashioned and simple yard, probably inherited from the woman's ancestors. If you sprinkle some croton seeds in the well and let them poop for a few days, it would be fine.

But Liu Binghai didn't want to do that.

The cold wind was blowing fiercely. Liu Binghai looked at the door of the main house. The door was opened a little, and a gust of wind rushed in. The man's butt was cold. He rushed to the quilt like a mouse, put on his clothes, and hurriedly closed the door of the main house.

The drifting ice sea left the yard.

It seems that the man is doing well.

The scenery outside the yard seemed to be a completely different one, with dead trees and broken branches, so desolate and desolate. She felt the loneliness of a lonely soul coming from her heart. It turned out that the word "lonely ghost" really starts with the word "lonely" and then "wild". She floated outside the yard for a while, thought about it, and floated towards Zhang Yazhi's favorite theater.

Zhang Yazhi was the ghost's original name. She liked listening to music, but she couldn't sing. She decided to listen to some music first. Now that she was a ghost, she didn't have to spend money anywhere, so why should she float on the tree every day? It was so cold.

Yes, this is modern times, not the Republic of China.

But there are also theaters.

There is a theater nearby that plays Qinqiang opera. It is open all day and night. There may be puppet shows and Suzhou Pingtan later. It’s free anyway, so just have fun first.

She floated into the theater.

At the same time, I also saw a few friends.

Those little friends probably came to join in the fun, huddled in a corner, having fun while plotting how to mess with the people nearby.

Liu Binghai pretended not to see them and listened to the music carefully. She wanted to sit for a while. After Zhang Yazhi became a ghost, she hung on that tree all day. Although she was a ghost, her body felt a little tired.

But ghosts cannot sit, they can only stand, float, or hang.

She hung on the backrest of a comfortable leather sofa, listened to some music, took a short break, and felt the quiet bustle in this sparsely populated and slow-traffic theater.

There is still nearly a year until the Ghost Festival.

When the time comes, she will have to find a way to get the man to burn some paper for her or offer some incense or something.

She didn't want to just float like this, it was so cold.

There are all kinds of plays in the theater, and one ticket is enough to watch for a whole day. You don’t need to buy a ticket for Liu Binghai. She stayed there for three days. During these three days, she saw several friends one after another, and one of them greeted her. She knew that ghost, who was Zhang Yazhi’s former neighbor. But she didn’t want to pay attention to anyone now, she just wanted to listen to the song quietly.

But in this cold winter, being alone is bound to feel lonely.

After listening to the opera, she followed the ghost and floated until she came to the place where Zhang Yazhi and the man used to live.

The neighbor also came back to look after the house. He hung outside his window and cried and cried. There were no tears, no audible whimpering sound, only a huge, forced open mouth.

Liu Binghai felt that the crying of ghosts was more plain than that of humans. At least there was no noise, and there was no need to pretend to hand him a napkin or something. She would not appear cold and heartless if she watched him cry alone, and she avoided a lot of hypocrisy and ineffective social interactions.

Being a ghost also has its own advantages.

She watched him cry until she was tired.

I don't know how he died. Maybe he couldn't bear to leave his wife and daughter-in-law, or maybe it was just a routine job. He cried for nearly two hours and then stopped. If he continued to cry, his mouth might be broken. After he finished crying, he floated around the window and leaned over the window, as if he wanted to see his child.

Ghosts cannot linger in the human world. They must enter the Tao as soon as possible, practice reincarnation, and go wherever they should go.

He kept looking at it, as if he came here often.

He floated by the window of his own house, feeling very sad. After floating enough, he floated to Zhang Yazhi's former home and looked inside furtively.

It's already a ghost, so the only word to describe it is sneaky.

When he was floating at Zhang Guizhi's door and looking for a long time, Liu Binghai called him from behind.

"Why."