When this threatening voice sounded, the crybaby who had been crying non-stop seemed to be frightened. She covered her lips and stopped crying, but she still couldn't stop her crybaby nature.
Even though she desperately covered her mouth to stop her crying, the weak, intermittent crying sound still leaked out from her fingertips, "Wuwuwuwu... Wuwuwuwu... Wuwuwu..."
The young man with his tongue hanging from the tree listened to her intermittent crying and became more and more annoyed. He rolled his eyes angrily and cursed, "I'm so annoyed every day!!!"
He tied a knot on a branch with his tongue and stuck his head in, trying to hang himself on the tree, but because he had turned into a ghost, no matter how he hanged himself, he would not die because he was already a ghost.
Although this ghost was a hanged ghost, Wanwan did not name him the hanged ghost, but the grumpy ghost.
Because this ghost is just as his name suggests, he has a really bad temper.
"Okay, why are you arguing with her?" A female voice sounded, and a female ghost in red clothes floated out of the house.
She looked at the little girl digging the soil with a small shovel under a tree nearby. Then she floated over to her and said, "This little brat is really lucky. She became a little princess. But since she has no worries about food and clothing, why did she come to the cold palace in the middle of the night to bury so much gold, silver and jewelry?"
Wanwan named this female ghost in red clothes the Beauty Ghost, because as the name suggests, she loves beauty.
The beauty-loving ghost looked at the beautiful hairpin that the little brat put in the box, his eyes lit up, and he subconsciously wanted to reach out and pick up the hairpin.
But it was not until she saw her hand passing through the hairpin like a gust of wind that she suddenly remembered that she had been dead for who knows how many years!
When she thought of this, she immediately exploded, pulling at her hair tightly and shouting frantically: "Ahhhhhhh! I'm so beautiful, but I'm dead! I'm dead! I'm dead! Ahhhhhhh!"
She didn't even know who she was in her life or how she died. She only remembered that after her death, her memories of her life became increasingly vague, and gradually she remembered nothing at all.
The beauty-loving girl pulled at her hair for a long time, until she saw that her fingers were covered with hair. She was so scared that she quickly let go of her hands and said in horror: "No, I am the queen. I am so beautiful as a flower. I must not become ugly. If I become ugly, His Majesty will not like me anymore."
Although she had lost her memory, she always felt in her heart that she must have been a queen in her lifetime, and that the emperor was her husband.
The irritable ghost hanging from the tree couldn't help but twirling his tongue and sneered when he heard her words: "Oh, you're still a queen? In my opinion, when you were alive, you were at most an unfavored concubine in the cold palace!"
"Shut up, you gossip! If I say she's the queen, she's the queen, you blind little eunuch!"
"Who are you calling a gossip? No, you actually dared to call me a eunuch!" The irritable ghost hanging from the tree was furious and said, "You are the eunuch. Look at the clothes I'm wearing. Even if I were wearing these clothes, I must have been a prince in my lifetime."
"Pfft, Your Majesty?" The Beauty Ghost glanced at him with disdain and said with a smile, "I think he's more like a scapegoat for the Prince. He's wearing the skin of a nobleman and really thinks he's a nobleman."
As soon as the two ghosts finished talking, a war was about to break out. Wanwan was already accustomed to this.
When she and her mother lived in the cold palace, she often saw these two ghosts quarreling.
It seems that these ghosts can never get out of the cold palace and can only wander around inside.
After all, they are just poor souls.
After Wanwan buried all the treasures, the fight between the two ghosts not far away was also over.
One was sitting by a dry well, combing his long hair that looked like a chicken coop, while the other was hanging on a tree, untying his tongue that was tied into several knots.
"Done!" Wanwan looked at the results of her burying in the ground with satisfaction, and was about to put away the small shovel and leave.
Suddenly, I heard that beauty-loving ghost say, "What's the point of this little brat burying so many things? She'll dig out her emperor father later."
Wanwan: “???”
Water?
What is this female ghost aunt talking about?
Thinking of the legendary Majesty he had seen a few days ago, the beauty-loving ghost couldn't help but reveal an obsessed look, "Her Majesty's father is really handsome."
Because the powerful dragon energy on the emperor prevented these ghosts from getting close to him, but she was already conquered by the man's beauty after just one look from afar.
How is it possible that the scumbag father dug up her treasure?
Wanwan naturally didn't believe it, after all, she was the only one who came to this place.
Wanwan wanted to leave, but in the end, just in case, she picked up the small shovel hidden behind the tree and said pretentiously, "It's still early, let Mommy check the other babies."
As she spoke, Wanwan picked up a small shovel and wanted to dig out all the treasures she had buried earlier.
"Little friend, stop digging. Your treasure has been stolen by your handsome daddy~ Hahaha~" The beauty-loving ghost flew to her, covering his lips and laughing.
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Wanwan still didn't quite believe this nonsense, so she took the small shovel and dug desperately. The deeper she dug, the colder her heart became.
Just when Wanwan was about to lose hope, she dug up a big red lacquered wooden box with her shovel.
Seeing the familiar box, Wanwan finally felt relieved.
She said, how could that scumbag father know that her treasure is hidden here!
As expected, ghost stories cannot be believed, and the ancestors were not lying to her.
Wanwan picked up the lacquered wooden box from the soil and was relieved. But when her little hands picked up the box, her heart immediately sank. It was so light!
When Wanwan opened the box, she found it was empty.
Damn, she has so many treasures!
"I told you that your treasure was stolen by your father~" the beauty-loving ghost said with a smile as he looked at the little brat staring at the empty box in disbelief.
Wanwan didn't believe it and dug out several other boxes she had buried in the soil, only to find that they were all empty.
Wanwan's mentality collapsed! Completely collapsed!
What a jerk dad!!!
Where is my treasure!!!
"Where's my money?"
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