Fang Zhiyi's eyes lit up: "Oh?"
That night, Jinglin Town was exceptionally quiet because a coachman was murdered. Although the police did not say anything, all the people with the surname Qi knew that it was a ghost seeking revenge, so everyone closed their doors early and hid in their homes, and no longer wandered out at night.
Only the night watchman Wei Bao was wandering around the town with a sad face. He had no choice, as he had to rely on this salary to make a living and also wanted to save some to marry a wife.
The place where the driver died was a little closer to the outside of the town. Wei Bao had a sad face and silently chanted "Amitabha" in his heart, but even with this chanting, something still happened.
In the blink of an eye, he felt that the surrounding environment had changed. The originally cold and gloomy atmosphere seemed to warm up a little. Not far away, a few people were sitting around a table, toasting each other.
The aroma of meat drifted into Fubao's nose on the wind. Although he kept reminding himself that this was wrong, his body couldn't resist the aroma. It was meat! Just imagine how long it took for someone like him to save enough money to eat meat once!
He couldn't control himself anymore, his body seemed to be taken over by someone, he took a few steps forward, and the people sitting around him all turned around and smiled at him, the scene was very strange.
"Are you here? Sit down and eat!"
Fubao stared at the meat on the table, saliva constantly secreted in his mouth. He couldn't bear it anymore, sat down, and reached out to grab the pork elbow. He had seen this thing before. When the Juren celebrated his birthday, this dish was on the main table.
But it didn't feel right. Is this what pork knuckle should feel like? Fu Bao was puzzled. He looked around. The people who had been drinking were looking at him with smiles. Suddenly, Fu Bao was startled. He saw a face. It was the driver who had died yesterday! Fu Bao had been among the crowd watching the excitement. He remembered that driver had a black spot on his face the size of a fingernail, and now the man in front of him had the same spot!
The driver seemed to be still alive and said with a smile: "Eat, eat quickly."
Fubao's rationality instantly took over his brain. A gust of cold wind blew past, and he shivered, completely waking up. He looked around again, but there was no warm light. There was only a wooden stake in front of him, with a few paper people sitting around it!
Only the coachman was still sitting there: "Eat." Seeing that he didn't move, he became a little angry. He reached out and grabbed the meat on the table and stuffed it into Fubao's mouth!
"People don't even want to eat, why are you so enthusiastic?" A cold voice came. The frightened Fubao slowly turned his head and saw an actor in costume. Behind him was a woman in red and a scholar in 岾衣. Behind him was a headless man. Oh, yes, his head was held in his hands.
No matter how stupid Fubao was, he knew that these people were all ghosts. He didn't know why he was so unlucky. It would be fine if he met just one, but he met a whole group of them?
But it seemed that the ghosts had no interest in him.
"Huang Youcai, it is your fate to starve to death. No one took your food, and no one seized your land. It was you who was lazy and gluttonous that finally starved to death. Why do you stay in the world of the living?" Fang Zhiyi flicked his sleeves, and his tone was quite majestic as a superior.
The driver in front of him gradually changed and turned into a bald-headed man.
"You stinky opera singer, you're meddling in other people's business, aren't you?"
Fang Zhiyi frowned: "Oh? Is this saying so popular?" He just made a gesture, and the ghosts behind him rushed forward. Having been beaten by Fang Zhiyi before, they could finally try what it felt like to beat other ghosts today!
Seeing Huang Youcai being submerged in the ghosts, the headless ghost even raised his head and smashed it hard on Huang Youcai's forehead. Fubao was so scared that he didn't dare to say a word. He lowered his head, but saw that the meat had turned into soil, grass roots and maggots.
"Don't be afraid, as long as you don't do evil, we, the Thirteen Guardians, will not kill innocent people." Fang Zhiyi raised his hand slightly and struck a pose that he thought was good.
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