Suddenly, an eye appeared in the crack of the door that was about to close, and looked at him through the door.
The mouth under his eyes curved upwards in an extremely twisted arc: "You saw it, right?"
Old Li's eyes rolled back and he fainted.
"Boring." The ghosts observing from behind sighed, "It seems Xiulian has a better mental state."
"How about we go there again sometime?"
Bai Jingtian was holding a pillow in his arms. Fang Zhiyi glanced at him and asked, "Leaving now?"
Bai Jingtian looked back at the drugstore owner who looked dazed and nodded, "Come back when you have time."
"Jingtian, your pillow is very beautiful." Xiulian praised.
A hint of a smile appeared on Bai Jingtian's pale face: "My mother made it for me."
"Oh, yes, where is your mother?" a ghost asked.
Bai Jingtian lowered his head: "Dead, died of an acute illness."
The ghosts sighed.
Huang Shuren broke the sad atmosphere among the evil spirits: "It's my turn next, right?"
Fang Zhiyi looked at his dark face and asked, "Have you finally figured it out?"
Huang Shuren nodded.
He was a typical simple and honest man. He used to be honest and had a good reputation among the villagers. He had no parents and no wife, so his friend Zhang Guangyao introduced a wife to him.
But this wife is a widow with two children.
Huang Shuren didn't think too much about it. He felt that as long as he worked hard, he could afford to support not only a woman and two children, but even two more.
But he was wrong, extremely wrong, and he didn't know the truth until the day he died.
The widow was actually his friend Zhang Guangyao's lover, and she pushed the blame on him just to conceal her identity. When he came home early from the mountain and caught his wife and friend having an affair, he even thought about whether he should forgive them. But when he thought it over and prepared to go into the house, he was greeted by four people surrounding him. Two half-grown children hugged his feet, his wife held his hands, and his friend smashed his head with the axe he used to chop wood.
To cover up their crime, they set another fire, but no one knew that Huang Shuren was still alive. He was burned to death in his own home, his face was completely black, and there was a hole in his head.
He wandered in the woods for a long time, frightening the people who were chopping wood on the mountain. Just when tragedy was about to happen, Fang Zhiyi dragged him away.
If he had resentment, he certainly did, but who was he blaming? Even though he had been possessed by a fierce ghost, he couldn't bear to hurt his former wife and friends.
According to Yu Zhaodi, he should become a Bodhisattva after his death, not an evil ghost.
But now he understood. After seeing so many tragedies and knowing how his companions died, he seemed to have found a direction for revenge in his heart.
The widow packed her bags early. She and Zhang Guangyao agreed to elope together today and abandon his boring and ugly first wife.
Zhang Guangyao arrived on time, and the two of them ran around in the mountains with their two children. The widow's heart was full of expectations for the future, but she did not notice that her lover was secretly reaching for his waist, where there was a hatchet. But when he looked at the child following him, Zhang Guangyao hesitated, because this was his own child.
He could give up a widow, but what about the child? Thinking of his own childlessness, his original determination wavered again.
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