Chapter 72 Watching the rising sun illuminate our land
Huang Yafei screamed in horror: "Shi Ling, be careful! He's crawling out again!"
Shi Ling looked down, raised his foot, and stomped down hard.
"ah!!!"
The ghost's cry was heard, and the ghost's hand trembled and retracted back the way it came.
Huang Yafei felt pain when she heard the sound.
The ghost hand crawled out from the other side, and Shi Ling saw it continuing to kick and stomp.
Step on, step on, step on!
“Ahhhh!”
Both hands crawled out at once, and Shi Ling jumped up and stomped on them. It was like playing whack-a-mole.
The howling of ghosts and wolves resounded everywhere!
Huang Yafei couldn't help but cover her eyes, and suddenly felt some sympathy for the ghost in the pit.
When the ghost finally crawled out from underground, she was kneeling on the ground, her hands trembling as if in cramps, and her body was in a mess.
Seeing Shi Ling walking towards him and raising her foot, he howled loudly, then knelt down and looked at her with tears in his eyes: "Oh, oh, oh, big boss, spare my life!"
Shi Ling: "I warned you not to bother my homeroom teacher."
The beautiful ghost sobbed in pain. It was not like he had not encountered people who practiced metaphysics before, but he felt that the talismans and spells hitting him were not as painful as when Shi Ling stepped on him.
He felt so wronged. "I didn't pester her. I pursued her through normal channels! Her parents agreed, and she agreed too!"
Huang Yafei is such an elegant person, but at this moment she couldn't help but swear: "You fart!"
"Aya, everything I said to you in the online chat was true. The photos, occupation, age, hobbies, etc. are all true! I really like you!" Yan Gui looked at Huang Yafei with red eyes.
Huang Yafei sneered: "Then why didn't you say you were a ghost?"
"Is marriage fraud justified?" Shi Ling stepped on the back of his hand again.
"Ah!" The ghost's face was distorted with pain.
He lay on the ground, barely breathing. "If I am guilty, you can let me go to the boiling oil pot in the eighteenth level of hell instead of letting you step on me."
Shi Ling: "What a jerk! You think she's all about you just because she chatted with you for a few minutes? You think she's going to get married after just meeting her offline? You even want to drag her into a suicide pact?"
The ghost was aggrieved: "Oh, but she is my wife..."
Seeing Shi Ling looking at her, Huang Yafei was so angry that she jumped up and down, "I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"
You, a noblewoman who returned from studying abroad, and I, a renowned Kunqu opera performer. I taught you Kunqu opera, and you taught me the waltz. Later, your father, seeking to curry favor with a warlord, wanted to send you off as a concubine, and I was forced to sing for the Japanese pirates. Warlords reigned supreme, foreign enemies invaded, and the Shenzhou ship sank. There was no way home for us, no way back.
We met on the stage, sang the Peony Pavilion, and then detonated the explosives inside the theater, perishing alongside those foreign enemies and traitors. Born in troubled times, we are as lowly as ants, seeking not to live in the same bed, but to die in the same grave. You once said that Mr. Democracy and Mr. Science would surely save our country. You once said that when peace and prosperity prevailed, you would stand with me on the green hills and watch the rising sun illuminate our land...
These words don’t count anymore…”
The beautiful ghost knelt on the ground, looking at Huang Yafei with tears in her eyes. She had a young and charming appearance, but at this moment her eyes seemed to have seen all the vicissitudes of life.
Shi Ling kicked up the foot that was stepping on the back of Yan Gui's hand.
The ghost trembled: "Don't step on me! Wuwu..."
However, to his surprise, Shi Ling did not step on him to death like before, but moved his foot away.
(End of this chapter)
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