Damn the third brother! Damn the third brother's wife! Damn the old man! I've been put in this hellhole, and why hasn't anyone come to visit? Even a torn quilt would be great!
Wu Jinfeng shivered with cold, cursing the Zhou family members in her heart. Normally, they all seemed so filial, but after this incident, how could none of them be trusted?
Wu Jinfeng was tired, cold and hungry, but she couldn't resist the waves of sleepiness, so she had to curl up against the corner and take a nap.
"Jinfeng, Wu Jinfeng..." Wu Jinfeng heard an old man's voice in her sleep, coming from far away and finally seeming to come to Wu Jinfeng's ears.
"Who? Who is it?" Wu Jinfeng was startled and lost all sleepiness. She jumped up from the ground.
"Jinfeng, I'm so cold... I'm so hungry..." the old male voice continued.
"Who is playing tricks? I... I'm not afraid! I'm not afraid of you!" Wu Jinfeng looked around with wide eyes, but unfortunately, it was pitch black everywhere and she couldn't see anything at all.
"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle" Wu Jinfeng's stomach was rumbling. When she heard the word "hungry", she couldn't help but swallow.
"Give it to me, give it to me to eat..." The old male voice continued to float in the dark room, with the tone high and low, like a call from the underworld.
Eat? What to eat? I’m still hungry! Wu Jinfeng was indignant.
"You smell good, I want to eat you... hehe..." the voice continued, and finally let out a series of creepy chuckles.
"I... I... I'm not delicious." Wu Jinfeng then understood that the voice meant "eat her" when it said eat?
Eating people? Isn't the owner of this voice a human? Could it be... a ghost? When Wu Jinfeng thought of this, she felt a dampness on her back and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
“Eat...eat you..."
A cold breeze blew through the dark little room, and Wu Jinfeng felt herself growing colder and colder, her teeth chattering. Wu Jinfeng had dreamed of this scene countless times. The image of the man's dying eyes, wide open, resurfaced in her mind. Could it be that ghosts really existed? Had the old ghost finally been unbearable and returned to settle a score with her?
"It's not that I won't take revenge, it's just that the time hasn't come yet. Once the time comes, the law will catch up with me. The wronged soul is seeking revenge, and my descendants are unfilial!"
Unexpectedly, the mysterious "instructions" that the witch Ma said this morning came to Wu Jinfeng's mind.
Amitabha! All the gods passing by! I, Wu Jinfeng, a believer, bow to you here, begging you to have mercy and expel this wandering ghost. Wu Jinfeng's lips moved, and she clasped her hands together and bowed to the heavens several times.
A ray of moonlight shone on Wu Jinfeng's pale face, making her look even more miserable. At some point, a corner of the window that was stuffed with rags was opened.
Wu Jinfeng squinted her eyes and looked out the window towards the long-lost light.
A mop of tangled white hair rose from beneath the window, slowly but stubbornly climbing up the lattice. Wu Jinfeng suppressed her pounding heart and peered closely. Beneath the white hair lay an elderly face that bore a striking resemblance to Zhou Chunping.
It’s him! It’s really him!
"Clack, cl ...
"Golden Phoenix..."
The old man's mouth opened and closed, but the sound came from the wall behind Wu Jinfeng.
"Grandpa, I was wrong. I shouldn't have put laxative in your tea. I didn't expect you to die. Don't look for me. Chunping still needs my care!" Wu Jinfeng's legs went soft, and she fell to her knees on the ground with a thud, kowtowing her head again and again.
"Grandpa, I just didn't want Chunping to run out every day, so I gave you some laxatives to make you sick. I really didn't expect you to die." Wu Jinfeng knelt on the ground, mumbling incoherently.
Outside the dark room, Zhou Yuanyuan held a small cardboard megaphone, a stunned expression on her face. She hadn't expected Wu Jinfeng to actually do such a wicked thing? Just a scare would make her spill her secrets?
Wu Jinfeng spoke softly, but who was Zhou Yuanyuan? Ever since arriving outside the small dark room, Zhou Yuanyuan's "qi" had been circulating a bit faster. All of Wu Jinfeng's movements in the small dark room were reflected in Zhou Yuanyuan's mind.
Zhou Yuanyuan had Zhou Jiasheng feign a stomachache and stay in town today, with the idea of pretending to be a ghost and coming to the police station to scare Wu Jinfeng that night. The two little guys were going all out today. To vent Zhao Yunxiang's anger, they even resorted to pretending to be a ghost.
After hearing that Wu Jinfeng was locked up in a small dark room at the door of the police station's guard room during the day, Zhou Yuanyuan felt more confident about the implementation of this plan.
Unfortunately, Zhou Yuanyuan was too small now, so it was difficult for her to complete the ghost act alone. So Zhou Yuanyuan made up her mind and called Zhou Jiasheng along.
Zhou Yuanyuan was worried that Zhou Jiasheng would forget his lines, so she had to take on the heavy responsibility of "voicing," saying some vague and ambiguous words for Wu Jinfeng to fill in the blanks herself, which required a certain "skill." As for Zhou Jiasheng, she had him climb a tree as high as the dark room's windowsill to show his face.
Zhou Yuanyuan thought that using both sound effects and figures would create a better effect.
Sure enough, Wu Jinfeng was fooled. After being locked up in the small dark room for a whole day, Wu Jinfeng was tired and hungry, so her mind was naturally not as good as usual.
Zhou Jiasheng swayed by the window a few times, and seeing that his sister had no instructions for the next step, he quickly slid down from the paulownia tree next to the small dark room.
Zhou Jiasheng's look was a bit funny, with a shaggy white wig on his head and Zhou Yuanyuan painting many fake wrinkles on his face with charcoal. Just looking at Zhou Jiasheng's face, in the dark night, at first glance, he looked like an old man.
"Sister, do you still want to scare her?" Zhou Jiasheng came to Zhou Yuanyuan and asked softly, not forgetting to poke his sister's arm with his finger.
To make her voice sound old and hoarse, Zhou Yuanyuan and Zhou Jiasheng spent a long time practicing in their room this afternoon. With the help of a cardboard loudspeaker, they finally saw some results.
Zhou Yuanyuan had seen Wu Jinfeng's expression change after Ma's inexplicable behavior this morning. The oldest members of the Zhou family were Wu Jinfeng and her husband, and the only elder Wu Jinfeng was wary of was Zhou Chunping's deceased grandfather, Zhou Geming.
Zhou Yuanyuan was very grateful to Zhou Chunping. Every day, whenever Zhou Chunping recalled his glory days in Daxing City, he would brag to his grandchildren about his grandfather, Zhou Geming. He'd tell them how great and powerful Zhou Geming was back then, including his completely white hair and slightly hoarse voice before his death. Zhou Yuanyuan knew all of it by heart.
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