Chapter 97 This is a ghost (6) “My heart hasn’t been beating for the past few days…
The woman was still annoyed. "My heart has been beating so fast these past few days. It's all your fault for marrying such a domineering woman."
The man shook her shoulders, "Shhh..."
The woman stopped talking. She was quiet for a while, then looked at the table used to worship the drifting ice sea. She was still upset. She didn't want to see these things at home.
The woman didn't know what to do. After cleaning thoroughly and shedding a few tears, her emotions finally subsided a little.
Liu Binghai hadn't done anything these days. In order to please the woman, the man cooked some delicious shrimps and fish, and also bought her some batches of cloth to make new clothes.
The man cooked delicious dishes, and Liu Binghai took a sip of each one, not too much, so that they wouldn't notice.
She has to make up for the treatment that Zhang Guizhi missed, right?
She decided to recuperate here first before considering cultivation. The man's craftsmanship was really good. He had never served the original owner like this before.
She asked Zuihua to come along and try the new things, but she was only allowed to take one bite of each item, including the good wine the man had just bought.
Zuihua said with a gloomy face, "I'm afraid of running into evil spirits if I try to cheat on you."
Liu Binghai said, "It's okay, I'll help you beat him."
Zuihua couldn't help but feel a little moved.
"Guizhi, why are you so nice to me?" He began to have wild thoughts.
Liu Binghai stopped his misunderstanding. "I was afraid you'd cheat for food outside and get snatched away by evil spirits. It's okay here. Eat less. Just listen to me from now on and don't cause any trouble for me."
Zuihua nodded sincerely.
These days, Liu Weiya's family didn't feel that their food had been stolen by ghosts. Their delicious fish, shrimps and meat were given to Liu Binghai and Zuihua in small amounts each time, not too much, so that they wouldn't notice.
Everything has its limits, so it’s better not to scare them all at once.
The rest of the time, I just lie down in various comfortable places and play around.
This courtyard was inherited from Liu Weiya's ancestors. It has good feng shui, and even ghosts feel comfortable living here. Zuihua hangs on the beam every day after drinking a little wine, staring at this excellent courtyard in a daze, while Liu Binghai wholeheartedly practices the French taught to her by the magician.
"Guizhi, do you think this is my good life?"
Liu Binghai didn't answer. Zuihua hung there with a sense of satisfaction, thinking that this good life was quite comfortable.
The two of them just had a few brief encounters these days, and Liu Weiya spent a few days peacefully at home.
If there is no commotion, then it is naturally the credit of the worship?
After a few days of eating pure meals, the man looked at the altar and muttered to his little girl, "I haven't seen anything strange these days."
Liu Weiya also felt at peace for a few days. So, did he mean that he should worship her more often in the future? Or what?
The scar healed and the pain was forgotten, and Liu Weiya's mind became twisted again.
The man said, "It seems that I will have to pay homage to her every once in a while..."
Liu Weiya's eyelids drooped, and her heart couldn't help but feel sore, "Hasn't it been quiet these days..."
After this worship, she should have passed away, Liu Weiya thought.
If you come again in the future, you can pay your respects again.
The man advised, "Xiaoya, wouldn't it be better if we offered more sacrifices to avoid causing more trouble?"
Liu Weiya stopped talking. She just didn't want to see things used to worship Zhang Guizhi at home often. It made her live in that woman's shadow every day, which made her upset.
The little girl was unwilling, and the man couldn't say anything. After a few days, Liu Binghai and Zuihua rested and recuperated in the Liu family yard, feeling very comfortable.
A few days later, Liu Weiya said to the man: Let's remove the worship platform.
That night, the big fish and shrimp became tasteless again.
Liu Weiya completely collapsed.
After putting a mouthful of fish into his mouth, Liu Weiya's face immediately turned pale, veins on his neck bulged out, and then his face turned pale and then black. The light in his eyes faded, and he stared at the ground in a daze.
She knew this was no joke and her heart skipped a beat.
The man held her hand tightly and said to the room, "No, we can't retreat."
After he finished speaking, he was quiet for a while.
Liu Weiya felt her heart in her throat, and her arms were cold from her upper arms to her fingertips.
The man comforted her for a while, and then thought, if the little woman really didn't want to see Zhang Guizhi's spirit tablet, he would go to the offering hall to worship. This woman should be able to accept the offering hall...
After thinking about it, I felt overwhelmed and still didn't dare to touch the spirit tablet.
Liu Binghai spent a few good days peacefully in the Liu family, and enjoyed the delicious food that the man made for her.
However, the young woman had no appetite anymore, and most of the soup went into Zhang Guizhi's stomach.
The moon is the patron saint of the Chinese. When the moon comes out, Zuihua feels particularly at ease. It would be great if she could live in this yard forever. This life would be much better than her previous life as a drunkard.
He didn't want to wander around anymore, he also wanted to find a good home and settle down.
"Guizhi, can we stay here forever?"
Liu Binghai covered his greedy face with his hands and looked at the moon outside.
It’s almost the same as raising them here.
Liu Weiya had already fallen asleep. Liu Binghai sucked another grape and floated away in the night.
"Where are you going again?" Zuihua floated up and chased after him.
This woman is so unpredictable. She was just being nice and acting bad, and now she's gone without saying a word. Didn't we agree to live here together in our old age?
Zuihua chased after him and asked, "Where are you going?"
The drifting ice sea kept floating forward and soon floated to the theater where it had been last time. The sound of opera was heard in the theater, and the sound of children crying and sobbing could be heard. The drifting ice sea hung on the beams and floated comfortably for a few more days.
Zuihua didn't know what she was doing here, so she could only float along with her.
I waited for several days and the flowers were almost withered.
A few days later, Liu Binghai met the lumberjack who had brought a woman to the opera last time.
He brought the woman with him again today, ordered a pot of tea, and sat in a more secluded place.
The woman was wearing a slim-fitting cheongsam with a slit up to her thighs. Her figure was very sexy and graceful. Her graceful waist concealed her bookish temperament, adding a lot of agility and charm.
"How's business lately?" the woman asked slowly, taking a sip of tea.
The man was playing with his peach wood beads in his hand, and the whimpering sounds in his ears became louder. This theater was doing good business, but the noise was not too loud, unlike other theaters.
He played with the beads for a while and said to the woman, "It's strange..."
His lumber was soaked and rotten on the way here.
He originally thought that someone would pick up the timber once it was transported inland, but he ended up having to wait for a long time. What was even stranger was that the timber had been exposed to moisture during the journey inland, which damaged the strips.
The inland is all flat land and forests, and there are no rivers, so how could it be soaked by water? Even if we encountered a few bandits in the mountains, they would only engage in verbal battles and covert and open fighting. However, when the bandits ran away, they said that since they couldn't rob the wood, they would find an opportunity to soak the broken wood.
He thought they were just bragging. Could it be that they were really fooled by the bandits? Where did they get such great ability and horsepower?
There were several wrinkles between the man's brows.
The woman looked at him with a smile and took a sip of tea.
"What do that group of bandits look like? Have you ever checked?" the woman asked calmly.
Her voice is very pleasant, like a long flowing stream.
The man said, "We've been investigating for a while. The bandits aren't very powerful and don't seem to have anything to do with them. Besides, doing something that harms others and doesn't benefit themselves is not like bandits. They generally won't do something that doesn't benefit them.
It was more likely to be one of his colleagues, but he just wondered when he was picked up. After thinking about it, he found that it was only one night when the goods were stopped.
The woman looked at him sympathetically.
He was smiling, and there seemed to be a white light on his face that hid during the day and appeared at night.
The drifting ice sea was hanging on the beam, thinking about what the wizard said.
Practice, practice, she met someone who allowed her to practice.
She floated down to the ground, lying beside the man and woman, listening and observing carefully.
The man's forehead was dark green, obviously he was unlucky. He had a wealthy look on his face, with two straight eyebrows and a square face. He looked like a man who could accomplish things, but something was blocked by the bad luck, and it was rushing out one after another. The more this happened, the more the man frowned, and a few strands of bad luck could penetrate into his heart along his Sichuan character wrinkles.
The woman was different. She was smiling, her face flushed with pink and white light, and she was looking at the man with her chin supported by her hands.
Her eyes were so focused that it seemed as if she could see into the man's bones.
Liu Binghai felt that the woman was a little strange.
She looked at Zuihua who was becoming more and more engrossed in the opera beside her, and thought, this kind of cultivation came as it should.
The woman had a slender waist and looked even more graceful in the cheongsam. She must be very interested in men's affairs. She held her chin and looked carefully at his dark forehead, smiling and saying, "I see you might have offended someone."
Liu Binghai thought, it might not be just anyone.
The creaking sound from the stage drowned out the woman's soft voice, and the handsome man took another sip of tea.
Liu Binghai didn't know what the relationship between the two was, but he felt that this woman was a little unusual.
It felt like she was only half a person.
The man listened to the opera for halfway, then leaned over and asked the woman, "Do you have any good ideas?"
"What?" the woman smiled.
"Find out the truth for me," the man said seriously, "or find a way to make a fortune."
His business has not been going well in the past two years. A few days ago, he almost capsized when he went fishing in the sea. It was all because of the "water phase". How strange, how strange.
The woman had been looking at him with a smile. When she heard him ask this, she simply leaned forward and said with a smile, "So you plan to follow me?"
She said this, it seemed that she had been thinking about him for a long time.
This world is so scary. Women flirt with men so openly, which makes the men feel embarrassed like little girls.
The little woman looked at him infatuatedly for a while, then returned to her serious self.
"Remember the well you mentioned earlier?"
That strange well.
The well he had discussed with the woman before seemed to bring fortune but also death. The water in the well tasted strange, but people nearby were drinking the water and hadn't died from it.
He is the well that was discovered in recent months.
He is not a local, but he has to stay here for business. He recently rented a house nearby, right around the well.
He would occasionally fetch water. The taste of the well water was really unpleasant, a taste of sour plums, and occasionally a bit of salt and alkaline. He didn't know how others drank this water. He asked the water fetchers near the house, and they said that it all tasted the same and they were used to it.
He saw them gulp down a whole bowl of water and walk away as if nothing had happened.
He was really surprised that these people could tolerate the taste of sour plums.
He can't do that. As soon as he smells it, he feels like vomiting and having diarrhea. After drinking a sip, he almost rolls his eyes and faints.
The strangest thing was that one day, he actually pulled up a human head from the well. He thought it was a human head, so he threw it down with a cry. When he looked at it again in the water, it turned out to be a huge black rock. The rock was black and there were weeds on it that looked like human hair.
That scared him pretty badly too.
He was terrified and threw the bucket of water to the ground with a bang and ran away. People around him looked at him strangely. He remembered that the weeds on the bucket of water were full of stench. He ran to the side in a panic, but still felt the stench spreading from the thrown big stone to his mouth.
But everyone around me drinks it naturally.
When he recalled it now, he still felt uncomfortable and his chest seemed to be suffocating.
The young woman seemed to be listening with great interest. She lifted her chin and looked at him with curiosity in her eyes. "Maybe your nose is blurry and you smelled the wrong smell."
My nose is broken. What kind of weird word is that?
She watched him describe the giant water monster at the bottom of the well with great interest, her expression extremely flattering.
She really liked listening to him talk. He was well-educated, and when he spoke, there was always a fresh and beautiful feeling when he described things. Even when he described the big water monster at the bottom of the well, she felt that the monster was vivid and lively. It was not a demon, but an alien creature that could read poetry, write and dance.
She admired him, and of course she wanted to help him, and even more so, she wanted to be closer to him.
The young woman leaned forward and said with a smile, "If you don't like the giant rock monster, could you let me take a look at it for me?"
The man raised his eyebrows and said, "See what it's good for."
The woman smiled and said, "Hearing what you said about the strange ghosts, I'm curious. Why don't you take me to see it?"
The man took a sip of tea and looked at the woman.
"Perhaps your business is related to the giant water monster in this well?"
The man paused, but seeing the amusement on her face, he didn't believe that his business had anything to do with the stones in the well.
"I'd really like to know what that well smells like."
How could a well that made everyone else feel normal except him have any strange taste?
The man glanced at the woman and said, "That's not an ordinary smell. Aren't you afraid?"
The woman smiled and filled his pot of tea. "As for me, I just like to hear you talk about these strange things. It's rare to see the world."
The little tune in the theater was humming non-stop. The man finished drinking the tea that the woman poured for him, stood up and walked out of the theater.
Liu Binghai immediately jumped down from the beam, followed by the woman in cheongsam to catch up with the striding man and walked into the alley outside.
It was pitch black all around, and the willow branches with their leaves swayed in the wind, making a "branch, branch" sound.
The moonlight was like a street lamp illuminating a child's tottering steps. As the man's pace quickened, the moonlight also moved forward, like a pair of peeking eyes.
Zuihua was so sleepy that he wondered why these people just left without saying anything. He had just slept soundly on the beam and thought he could hang there and sleep for several days and nights.
The man walked into the alley.
Before he even reached the well, he could already smell the foul stench coming from it.
The stench from the well came back up and attacked his nose wildly. He felt his nostrils were surrounded by all the stench.
It was as if someone was stirring the stench in there with a shit stirrer, stirring it like crazy, turning up all the leftover shit and feeding it to his mouth. He forced himself to swallow the stench, but he really couldn't. If he could swallow it, it would be great. If he could swallow it, he would spit the smell out into the air.
He stood by the well, carrying a wooden bucket.
The wooden barrel slowly lowered, and a bucket of clear water that looked normal in color was lifted up.
He was about to vomit.
He was about to vomit.
He hid beside the wooden barrel, smelling the water in the barrel, his face turned black.
The woman tasted the water in the bucket and cried out, "Ouch!"
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