A bitingly cold wind blew out from the depths of the yard, and the wind seemed to carry wisps of sorrow.
Then, a rustling sound was heard. It was the sound of footsteps stepping on dead branches. Each step seemed to step on people's hearts, which was creepy.
At this moment, a figure slowly appeared in the sight of the three people.
Her long hair, like a black tide, scattered wantonly on the ground behind her.
Each strand of hair seemed to have life, twisting slightly and emitting a foul smell that made people feel nauseous.
Her hands hung at her sides, her long nails like sharp blades.
The color of the nails is eye-catching red, yet strangely red, as if they were formed by being soaked in blood countless times.
Huang Yizhui hid behind Jiang Suisui, trembling all over. Looking at the nails, she could even imagine the scene of them scratching her skin.
Looking up further, her facial features were distorted, and black liquid was dripping down her features.
The foul-smelling black liquid grew stronger, filling the air and irritating the nerves of the three people.
Her walking posture was extremely weird.
My feet seemed to be not touching solid ground. Every step was light, yet carried an indescribable sense of heaviness.
The body twisted strangely, as if the joints did not belong to it, and every movement did not conform to the normal movement patterns of the human body.
Every movement was accompanied by a creepy "crunch" sound, which went straight into Huang Yizhu's ears, making her scalp tingle and her hair stand on end.
As the female ghost got closer, she suddenly let out a creepy laugh.
The laughter was so sharp and piercing that it seemed to cut through the thick darkness. Huang Yiju couldn't help but cover her ears, but the sound seemed to have penetrating power and continued to drill into her head.
Jiang Suisui's eyes were as calm as water, and he slowly asked, "Is it worth it?"
Her voice was not loud, but it was particularly clear in this strange atmosphere, as if it had the power to calm people down.
The female ghost seemed to be struck by this sudden question. Her shrill laughter stopped, her body froze suddenly, and her originally distorted expression froze in an instant.
Jiang Suisui then asked again: "Because of this group of scum, you have become a demon! Unable to reincarnate, you can only go to the eighteen levels of hell! Is it worth it?" There seemed to be a hint of regret in her tone.
A trace of confusion flashed in the ghost girl's eyes. She looked at Jiang Suisui uncertainly, her mouth slightly opened, as if she wanted to say something, but her throat seemed to be choked by something, and she couldn't make a sound in the end.
Jiang Suisui looked at the female ghost steadily, her eyes full of sincerity: "You are not a bad person, do you mind talking to us?" Her voice was soft and warm, and in this gloomy environment, it was like a ray of sunshine shining into the darkness.
The female ghost opened her mouth and just said, "You..." It seemed like she hadn't spoken for a long time and felt that her voice was too sharp.
She lowered her voice and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you afraid of me?"
Jiang Suisui raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a hint of greeting: "There's nothing to be afraid of. Even if a kind-hearted person appears to be evil on the outside, it's just a facade. If you really had bad intentions, you would have taken action long ago, right?"
The female ghost had obviously never encountered such a situation before, and she was even at a loss when faced with Jiang Suisui's response.
Jiang Suisui said jokingly: "If you don't mind, change back to your original appearance and talk to us?"
The female ghost didn't say anything, but just looked at Jiang Suisui quietly.
The next moment, the strong yin energy on her body quickly dissipated, and the terrifying appearance of her previous ferocious appearance also faded away.
It was a woman. If her face was not so pale that it was almost transparent and bloodless, it would be difficult to connect her with the female ghost at first glance.
She was wearing a plain long dress and her demeanor exuded a gentle temperament.
At this moment, she stood there quietly, emitting a quiet aura. If you put aside the strange environment she was in, the atmosphere of her virtue was so overwhelming that it made people feel a little dazed for a moment.
Huang Yizhu was shocked to realize that she had been holding Jiang Suisui's clothes tightly, and hurriedly let go.
Looking at the wrinkled fabric, a trace of embarrassment flashed across her face. She quickly reached out and carefully smoothed out the wrinkles on the clothes, and patted it gently, trying to make it flat again.
The female ghost turned around, gestured to them to follow her, and led the three people towards the wooden bench in the yard.
Along the way, the dead branches and leaves under my feet made a rustling sound.
As the ghost walked, she turned her head and asked in a dark voice, "Why did you go through so much trouble to find this place?"
Jiang Suisui followed her forward and said slowly, "We don't know each other yet, sister, why don't you introduce yourself first?"
The ghost girl paused and said, "My name is Yang Qing."
Jiang Suisui continued generously, "My name is Jiang Suisui, and I'm a half-baked fortune teller. These two are Huang Yizhu and Jiang Qi, and they came here with me."
Several people came to the wooden bench and saw that it was covered with leaves and dust.
Jiang Qi subconsciously rolled up his sleeves and started to clean up.
At this moment, the female ghost raised her hand slightly and waved it.
In an instant, the dead leaves and dust on the stool seemed to be blown away by an invisible wind and disappeared without a trace.
Jiang Suisui sat down confidently, her tone intimate: "Then I'll call you Sister Yang Qing, is that okay?"
Her voice was clear and warm, as if Yang Qing in front of her was a friend she had known for a long time.
Yang Qing really didn't expect that the girl in front of him was so familiar, and nodded awkwardly.
Jiang Suisui didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "Sister Yang Qing, why did you kill someone?"
When Yang Qing heard this, his body suddenly stiffened.
She had so many things she wanted to say, she wanted to tell the world about her grievances, her pain, and her despair.
Those words that were never spoken until her death solidified into an indissoluble haze in her heart.
She longed for someone to listen to her story, to understand her pain, and to seek justice for what she had suffered.
But later, she died without getting justice for herself, and she saw countless "selves" who had not found justice just like herself.
Jiang Suisui watched Yang Qing slowly sit down. He looked very well-behaved, with his back straight, his hands awkwardly placed on his knees, his fingers even twisted together nervously.
At this moment, Yang Qing was quiet and weak. No matter how you looked at her, she was just a timid woman. It was impossible to associate her with the ghost who killed thirty-seven adult men.
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