Chapter 62 Happy Event in the Mountain Village 22 No way, you are not really that...

Wang Quanmin suddenly woke up from his sleep and saw Fang Qingqing sitting on her bed, looking at him expressionlessly. She had long hair and her white cotton dress was covered with stains.

Wang Quanmin was so frightened that he sat up all of a sudden, struggled to shrink into the corner of the bed, touched his body randomly and stared at the dead Fang Qingqing in horror.

"You, don't come over here!" Wang Quanmin stared at Fang Qingqing who was sitting on the bed next to him, his hands still rummaging around on her body. "It's not that I want you to die, it's that Aunt Li gave you the ghost bride's hairpin on the first night. You were already the one chosen by the ghost bride! Not me!"

"Really? I'm a ghost. Do you think what you're saying makes sense?" Fang Qingqing stood up slowly and raised her hand. A necklace fell from her hand. At the bottom of the necklace was a coiled black snake pendant. "Are you looking for it?"

"Why, why is it here with you?!" Wang Quanmin looked at the necklace and was horrified.

"Why is it with me?" Fang Qingqing laughed contemptuously, "Of course I have my own way, and... I know that you rely on this necklace, and you can kill me with the hairpin and still be safe and sound."

"Give it back to me!" Wang Quanmin's desire for the necklace actually exceeded his fear of the female ghost version of Fang Qingqing, so he reached out to grab it.

"Hey?" Fang Qingqing nimbly avoided Wang Quanmin's hand, "Grandpa Wang, your necklace is so nice, why don't you just give it to me? You killed me anyway, so it's not too much for me to be buried with your necklace."

"No! You don't understand! This necklace can only be used by living people!" Wang Quanmin kept grabbing it with his hands while begging, "I beg you, give it back to me, and you can't use it!"

"Use?" Fang Qingqing seemed a little curious.

"This is a token, a proof of my conversion, it can save my life! You are not its owner, there is no use for you to hold it!" Seeing that he had no chance to snatch it, Wang Quanmin knelt on the bed, clasped his hands together and kowtowed to Fang Qingqing, begging, "Please, sir, please spare my life and return the token to me!"

"Grandpa Wang, you are quite skillful!" Fang Qingqing looked at the old man who kept kowtowing to her with sarcasm. Suddenly, she felt that everything was boring. She threw the necklace in front of Wang Quanmin with boredom and said, "Forget it, it's boring. I'll give it back to you."

Wang Quanmin rushed over as if he had found a treasure, and did not notice Fang Qingqing's disappearance at all.

"Ah! My baby, my baby!" Wang Quanmin put the necklace back on his neck with trembling hands and hid the pendant close to his body.

But at the moment the pendant was put on again, a yellow talisman stuffed in the twisted body of the black snake began to burn. Along with the light blue flame, complicated and terrifying spells instantly crawled all over Wang Quanmin's body. He found himself walking down the bed uncontrollably with a look of horror, and walked towards the door firmly and stiffly like a puppet, until he stopped in front of a pottery jar under the railing of the corridor.

After the unbearable torture, Wang Quanmin's entire body was put into a pottery jar. The whole process did not even take more than five minutes.

"It turns out that you understand yourself best." Fang Qingqing, who was standing near the pottery jar, said indifferently.

"Of course, I am him. I have all his memories. Of course, I know what he is wary of and what he wants." In the corridor, another figure slowly walked out of the darkness. He had the same appearance and voice as Wang Quanmin. He was Wang Quanmin!

"Thank you for helping me kill him." Wang Quanmin said.

"It's okay. I wanted to kill him too," Fang Qingqing shrugged nonchalantly. "I have to thank our bride, Zheng Baodi. If she hadn't despised this old man, I wouldn't have had the chance to do it myself."

"Speaking of which, you and Gao Zhifei are really lucky. You don't even need to do anything yourself. Brother Zheng Bao has solved all the problems for you."

Fang Qingqing smiled without comment: "You, on the other hand, are indeed alike this old guy. He was so cruel to me, and you can be so cruel to yourself too. It's really the karma of reincarnation." Fang Qingqing's tone of voice was very cold, which was very different from her usual gentle, lovely and well-behaved appearance.

"When it comes to being ruthless, no one is more ruthless than this woman Wei Rong'er," said the stand-in Wang Quanmin. "After she knew about this opportunity, she drew a lucky charm that night and stuffed it into the corner of the bed where she usually pays attention. It's really easy to attack because she knows her own weak spot. She knew that I would definitely turn over the corner of the bed first in the game, and hey, she predicted it correctly."

“Who can know yourself better than yourself?”

"I'm a little curious, if Zheng Baodi hadn't attacked you, how would you have killed yourself?"

"Why should I tell you?" Fang Qingqing rolled her eyes at Wang Quanmin, turned around and disappeared into the void.

"Oh, you bitch!" Wang Quanmin sneered and turned away as well. The corridor returned to silence.

*

Abandoned, it turned out to be abandoned. An Rao lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. When he was in college, he often went to the School of Psychology to be a guinea pig for a twenty-yuan subsidy, doing some tests and questionnaires. Gradually, he became familiar with the teachers in the School of Psychology and even had his own mental health file in the School of Psychology.

I remember one time, when he finished a set of questionnaires and was about to leave with his backpack, Professor Wang from the School of Psychology stopped him and started asking about his family situation.

"Do you know that you have post-traumatic stress disorder?" Professor Wang asked.

"What is that?" An Rao was confused.

An Rao remembered that Professor Wang didn't say anything else at that time. He just looked at him deeply and then suggested that he make an appointment with the school's psychological counseling room as soon as possible. Amid the overwhelming blows and setbacks, this little episode was quickly forgotten by An Rao and eventually came to nothing.

The truth that Zheng Baodi was abandoned by everyone was like a lit fuse, and the flaming tongues easily ignited the long-abandoned memories that An Rao subconsciously avoided.

Abandonment, like betrayal, is what An Rao is most familiar with. Is he so unworthy? Is he so hateful? Is this some kind of punishment? And what is his fault, what is Zheng Baodi's fault?

But if I'm not wrong, why should I let myself go through so much injustice?

An Rao slept uneasily. The people who abandoned him appeared in his dream one after another, making him relive the warmth of being loved and the pain and shock of being suddenly abandoned over and over again. In the process of being repeatedly melted by warmth and cooled by cold, his heart became riddled with holes due to the loss of elasticity.

"No, don't come again!" An Rao covered his aching head painfully, and subconsciously wanted to find a place to hide. The key to his small rental house appeared at his feet. He just needed to pick it up, pick it up, open the door of the rental house in front of him, and hide in his own safe haven! An Rao seemed like a patient who had received the antidote and was terminally ill, but he froze the moment he bent down. Why did the key, the spare key, which was placed in a place only he knew, appear on the ground for no reason?

Who is it?! Who on earth can actually see into people's hearts and seduce them!

An Rao opened his eyes, panting and sweating, but what appeared in front of him was Baichuan's cold and handsome face.

"What did you dream about?" Bai Chuan frowned and asked, "You didn't sleep well."

"I was also tempted. Someone was using something I was most familiar with to tempt me. I almost fell for it! It was exactly the same as what happened to Shi Yirou and the scarred man," An Rao was still frightened. "Is it the other group of ghosts you mentioned?"

"Yes," Baichuan nodded, "The hardest thing for a person to defeat is himself."

An Rao:? To be abstract?

"Get up, Wang Quanmin is dead."

*

“Knock, knock, knock.”

The scarred man and Cheng Lin in room 204 were awakened by the knock on the door. Cheng Lin sat up with a start and his face turned pale.

"Go open the door," the scarred man ordered, "Did your father or mother die? Who are you crying for all the time?"

As soon as the door opened, the smiling face of the handsome young man appeared in front of Cheng Lin, and behind him stood the handsome man who was always taciturn. Cheng Lin couldn't help but take a step back. One of them was handsome and thin, while the other was cold and taciturn. It seemed that these two people should have relied on their looks to get to the third level, but they gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression. Cheng Lin couldn't help but take a step back.

"Mr. Cheng, Wang Quanmin is dead." The handsome young man in white shirt and black pants seemed to be unable to withstand the cold in the early morning. After coughing for a long time, he said to him with a smile.

"What does his death have to do with me?" Cheng Lin screamed.

"There are only two days left, aren't you afraid?" An Rao asked, standing in front of the door without moving, still with a smile on his face.

"Why should I be afraid?!" Cheng Lin's voice suddenly rose and his throat broke, like a screaming chicken that was stepped on.

"Mr. Cheng, shall we go in and talk?" A hint of disgust flashed across the handsome young man's smiling face.

"We have nothing to say." Cheng Lin hurriedly tried to close the door, but was held by a bony and strong hand with distinct joints. No matter how hard Cheng Lin tried, the door did not move at all.

"I'm afraid there's a lot to talk about, Mr. Cheng. Or, we can also call you Miss Zheng's fiancé? Future father?" The handsome young man had picturesque features, and every word that came out of his rose-petal-like lips was like the fire of hell, burning away all of Cheng Lin's disguise.

"You, what nonsense are you talking about? I don't understand!" Cheng Lin's lips trembled and turned pale. He looked at An Rao in despair and shook his head to deny it.

"Sure enough! I knew there was something wrong with you! You look so sad every day and don't say anything, it turns out it's all your fault!" The scarred man had been standing behind Cheng Lin without him knowing when, and before he could finish his words, his fist was about to land on Cheng Lin's back.

"Brother Shi, beating him is useless. He even dares to kill people, how could he be afraid of being beaten?" An Rao said words of dissuasion, but his hands were useless in his trouser pockets. He had no intention of really dissuading him.

"You knew something was wrong as soon as you entered this haunted house, right? But you were afraid. You were afraid that everyone would know that this evil ghost was created because of you. You were afraid that everyone would use you as a sacrifice to the ghosts. Of course, you were also afraid that everyone would know that you killed someone. You killed Zheng Baodi in the real world." An Rao's smile faded. "Your abandonment was the last straw that broke the camel's back for Zheng Baodi. What a beast in human clothing!"

"I didn't... I didn't..." Cheng Lin said no, but his body was honestly backing away and dodging. It was obvious that the thing he tried so hard to hide was discovered.

"Why do you think you haven't died yet? You can't expect a fierce ghost to show mercy to an old lover like you, right? You killed her and your child. No way, you're not really that naive?" An Rao pretended to be surprised.

"Article 6 of the rules for playing in the haunted house prohibits destroying any items in the haunted house. You washed the newspaper covering the bathroom mirror, which clearly destroyed the items in the haunted house. Why do you think you were not punished? Are you really lucky? Or... is it just that the time is not right?"