He is just a soul now, and no one knows whether it is a real soul or a fake one. He appears only because of winter. In winter, he can hide his body very well and avoid being caught by too many people.
Of course, he had already seen several opera troupes. These troupes generally had no intention of performing in the middle of winter. They just sat around the fire for a while, had a meal, and then left.
After all, once an opera begins, it has to be sung to the end, so it would be better not to start or talk at all. I just finished my meal and left, but it was a pity for the group of gods and ghosts waiting there to sing the opera.
Since this person didn't speak, the rest of the people also became quiet.
"Of course, I understand your good intentions, and you just survived a great disaster and are destined to have good fortune in the future. I really hope that your good fortune will be passed down like this."
Of course, I don’t know whether this sentence was a complaint or indifference, but after saying this, he just shut up.
Could the Winter Ghost have any good intentions? How was that possible? The two zombie servants opposite just lowered their heads and said nothing, but silence didn't mean anything.
"Tell them what the consequences will be if they steal my things."
Grab the Winter Ghost's stuff?
My goodness, I'm afraid he's just eating his fill and waiting to die.
It’s not like I don’t know about the winter ghost’s stuff.
Who would dare to touch the Winter Ghost's things if they have nothing better to do? Of course, to put it in a different way, the Winter Ghost is also the so-called frozen ghost, so there is nothing wrong with what he said.
"So you know when you're going to give me the things. If you don't give it to me now, you know I won't be able to get through to you, right?"
"A business trip?"
The Winter Ghost is not a fool, he put the costume back on in an instant after taking it off. Maybe it is true that these gods and ghosts can change their costumes in seconds.
"It's my ancestors' fault because this kind of work has to spread directly down there. If it doesn't spread, who knows what will happen. Of course, we don't know for sure."
Nonsense, this was decided by our ancestors. Of course, if they do this, the most they will receive is condemnation from the so-called ancestors. As for the rest, there should be nothing else to worry about.
Besides, if you don’t listen to what your ancestors said, wouldn’t that be a bit rebellious?
"Ancestor, if you point at this thing and call it ancestor, I'm afraid the ancestor you should be calling the most is me, do you know that?"
“…”
How dare you.
The person on the other side was just stunned for a moment and then blushed.
"How come you're taking advantage of others?"
Nowadays, there is a saying that goes like this: if you don’t take advantage of a good opportunity, you are simply a bastard. Besides, what is the difference between not taking advantage of a good opportunity and being a bastard? Facts have proved that there is really no difference.
"Of course. Of course, if I don't take advantage of it, how can I prove that I'm a greedy person?"
A greedy ghost... Is this really the word to describe myself? Day by day, why does this word start to sound a bit strange? Besides, this person... no, this ghost is not greedy at all.
"Why, since you say you are greedy, then that's your business. Since you are dead now, we can't let the brocade clothes become extinct in this world."
After saying this, the other party's expression changed, and it seemed as if he was just mocking me coldly.
"How do you think I could wear this gorgeous dress if I didn't exterminate this thing?"
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Everyone searched anxiously and finally saw a bonfire nearby. In the bonfire was the embroidered dress, which had been burnt beyond recognition, but the ornament next to it was still vivid and lifelike.
The so-called "gorgeous clothes" have now turned into a pile of bubbles. The things are no longer there, and only this unknown feeling remains in this world.
The old master just smiled after seeing the current situation.
"Okay, now that I don't have this thing anymore, I shouldn't feel any pressure anymore. I think I can be considered completely liberated."
After hearing this, the man turned around, sighed, and shook his head painfully. It seemed that he had some feelings for this thing.
It's been a long time.
I can't think of how many times I have protected this thing, I can only remember that every time when my life was in danger, I was able to hold it firmly.
But now it’s different. This thing has long become the dust and air of this world, and has long since drifted away from the sky.
No one knows what is going on?
"Master, please don't cry, Master..."
The man felt uncomfortable and in pain, so much so that he knelt on the ground and took a deep breath, staring intently at the winter ghost opposite him. The ghost looked much more handsome in his embroidered clothes than before.
The embroidered dress is bright red all over, with a gauze outer layer, and the craftsmanship on the cuffs is simply of national level. It has to be said that the craftsmanship and embroidery are simply amazing.
What we can know is that the above is definitely a classic.
Because this thing was embroidered by world-class people, I think the embroidery is pretty good, mainly because today's embroidery is different from the past.
Nowadays, this kind of technology is about to disappear along with the current obscurity. Yes, it will disappear directly, completely.
Piao Ling did it clearly.
The embroidery was so excellent that it even made people feel extremely impressed. He just raised his hand and threw everything in his hand out. It seemed that this person had collapsed because of this incident.
He squatted on the ground in pain, shook his head, looked at the well water next to him, and then ran and jumped over. As a result, he could feel that he seemed to have missed the jump and fell directly to the ground.
There was only a so-called thud, and the man fell directly to his knees on the ground, even with a bleeding head.
No one knew what they had installed, and then they went over and helped it up.
"Master, you can't commit suicide."
The master didn't know what he remembered, he stood up and started to dance, but it was all in vain again. In the end, it was all in vain again. He kept dancing but it was all in vain.
Anyway, I hit my head so hard that it looked like the legendary Buddha, and my head was almost covered with a bump.
No one knows what he was thinking, but it looks a bit funny anyway. This is true, it just came right on his head.
My goodness, it was the kind that made people laugh to death. It was okay if he could hold it back. If he couldn't hold it back, the people around him would have wanted to laugh. If it weren't for the master, I'm afraid this group of people would have burst into laughter.
In the end, I just suppressed a laugh and shut up.
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