Xiao Tao sent away many ghosts, some of whom were old acquaintances, her earliest "classmates", and some who she didn't know.
After arriving at his former residence with the traveling Xiaotao, the great poet Li looked a little excited. He stroked the one thing he could see and walked slowly into the house. Xiaotao and Fang Zhiyi followed him in.
The great poet Li pointed at the painting on the wall and said, "That's it! That's it! It's fake!"
Xiaotao was stunned.
"Fake! Remember! Fake!" His body gradually disappeared, but seeing Xiaotao nod, he smiled.
No one expected that his obsession was actually a fake painting.
Xiao Hei said, "He was broke and wanted to exchange a painting a friend gave him for money. It turned out to be a fake. He was so angry that he died of hunger and cold while holding the painting... He never expected that people would think the painting was his."
Fang Zhiyi also saw the introduction below the painting.
"The great poet Li Huang, who lived in poverty, was generous and charitable, making friends with many scholars and literati. When he died, he held this painting in his arms. Later generations believed that this was the only painting he created during his lifetime and was extremely valuable."
Fang Zhiyi sighed: "The whole article is full of irony." He was generous and ended up starving himself to death. He had many friends, but not only did no one help him, the paintings they gave him were all fake. The most important thing is that later generations misunderstood the meaning of this painting.
This was not a big deal. Xiao Tao now had another identity, so after she made a few phone calls, someone soon came to change the instructions.
"Although it may not seem romantic, this is also his true thought, right?" Xiao Tao looked at Huan's explanation.
Fang Zhiyi nodded: "Legends are romantic and what the public wants to see, but for us, the truth is indispensable."
Xiao Tao smiled playfully and said, "Teacher, you haven't preached for a long time."
Fang Zhiyi waved his hand: "You are a disciple now, don't listen to me preaching."
No one expected that Zhang Wenhao's obsession was to eat a crab.
"This is my first time eating that!" He said, gesturing excitedly. "There has to be some ritual, right? Then I'll peel it carefully. Do you guys eat the seeds?"
He looked at Fang Zhiyi, Xiaotao and Xiaochao and they all nodded before continuing.
"I'm the kind of person who peels a lot and eats it in one bite. It feels great." He looked at the huge advertisement with two bright red crabs on it with some melancholy.
"Well, I finally managed to peel the crab. Here's the roe, here's the meat," he gestured. "Guess what happened? There was a little bit of meat that wouldn't come off, so I was about to put it in my mouth, shell and all, to suck. Don't laugh, it was a rare thing for me at the time."
"As soon as I put it in my mouth, a friend patted me from behind. Maybe he saw me and said hello, but the shell got stuck in my throat."
Xiao Chao's eyes widened: "You're going to die?"
Zhang Wenhao scratched his head: "Yes."
"But didn't they say you died of illness?"
Zhang Wenhao glanced at him and said, "Having a crab shell stuck in your throat is considered an illness, right? Hey, I get it. They think it's too embarrassing to tell the truth. I feel embarrassed too. It's better to die of illness than to be choked to death by a crab shell, right?"
"Too."
"So...you want it?" Fang Zhiyi understood a little.
Zhang Wenhao couldn't eat, but he asked Xiaochao for his consent, and with Xiaotao's help, he became Xiaochao's body and ate a whole crab.
When he was about to leave, he pretended to pick his teeth and waved to them.
The one giving everyone the most headaches right now is the embroiderer. She doesn't know what she wants, nor does she know how to leave.
Fortunately, Fang Zhiyi and Xiaotao both thought clearly. If she was happy to do it, they could do it; if she was not happy, they could keep it.
The embroiderer is different from those ghosts. Apart from being a ghost, she is no different from a little girl.
After going to another place, Fang Zhiyi saw an acquaintance.
Wu Leidong has been hiding for a long time. He still hasn't figured out what the black creature around the hunter is, but he knows he is in trouble. He didn't expect that the hunter would die so easily, as if it were a game.
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