"The moss of the old well is deep and locks the red sleeves, the embroidered shoes are half wet and reveal the thin bones, the white candle is shedding tears and illuminating the empty hall, and a rouge-colored dragon crawls out from under the veil~"
A mournful opera voice suddenly rang out.
Zheng the butcher, who had finally mustered up the courage, felt a little scared. If it was that bitch Xiu Lian who came, he really wouldn't be afraid of her, but this... Xiu Lian can't sing opera.
Did I provoke something else?
The lights in the house suddenly went out. Zheng the butcher gritted his teeth and shouted, "How dare any devil mess with your grandpa!" He strode in with a butcher knife in hand. The place where the woman in red had been sitting was empty.
He looked around but found nothing. Zheng the Butcher was a little dumbfounded. Could it be that he was drunk?
He lit the oil lamp again, but just as he did so, he saw a pair of feet in front of him. Looking up, he saw a woman with disheveled hair looking at him with her head lowered. Her eyes were full of whites and no pupils.
"Ah!" Zheng the Butcher sat down on the ground, terrified. But he quickly regained his composure and reached out for the knife. "I'll chop you to death!"
When the knife swung past, the woman disappeared.
Then he heard sobbing from the side. He slowly turned around and saw a woman in a dark blue gown with her back to him in the dim light. She was holding a comb in her hand and combing her hair in front of a bronze mirror while crying. As her hands moved, clumps of hair, along with blood and flesh, fell to the ground.
Butcher Zheng raised his hand and pointed his knife at the woman: "You, who are you? I have no grudge against you!"
The woman suddenly paused, as if she had received a new instruction, and began to laugh, a laugh that made people feel cold in their hearts.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew and almost all the windows were blown open.
At this moment, Zheng the Butcher's psychological defenses completely collapsed. He held his head and crawled under the table, begging for mercy.
Yu Zhaodi in the dark was a little disappointed: "Boss, am I not going to appear?"
Fang Zhiyi waved his hand: "You come on stage next."
They came and left quickly. Zheng the Butcher's shouting attracted the neighbors. When they pushed open the door, they saw Zheng the Butcher curled up under the table like a pig. He was afraid of anyone who reached out to pull him.
Soon Yu Zhaodi also had the opportunity to show her skills. Her weird appearance scared Xiulian's father, who had just returned home from smoking opium, so much that he collapsed to the ground. The hanged ghost went to Xiulian's house and cooperated with Xiulian to scare her mother.
Fang Zhiyi led the ghosts to Xiaowangzhuang. On the way, he saw Xiulian crying and laughing. Fang Zhiyi comforted her and said, "You can't kill him now. You will understand later."
Xiulian waved her hand: "I just feel that I wasn't really alive before, but now that I'm dead, I'm actually alive."
"What a stupid philosophical question." Fang Zhiyi complained.
"Bai Jingtian, Xiaowangzhuang is handed over to you, and bring the real one with you!" Fang Zhiyi stuffed the water ghost into Bai Jingtian's hands.
"Boss, where are you going?"
"Where the hell am I going? I'm going to find a future for you! Where the hell am I going? Bah." Fang Zhiyi cursed and left with a few evil spirits who looked to be in decent shape.
"Sometimes the boss doesn't act like an opera singer at all, he's so rude." Bai Jingtian watched him leave and shook his head.
The water ghost tilted his head and looked at him: "Mom."
"I'm not your mother."
"Mom." The water ghost pointed at him.
Bai Jingtian finally understood: "You are the woman!"
"Bai Jingtian, who are you scolding?" A female ghost was unhappy.
"Okay, okay, I was wrong, everyone. I talk too much."
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