Lin Shu's eyes lit up, and she nodded repeatedly: "Yes, sir!"
The three ghosts went and stayed for a whole night.
They really had a blast.
The next morning, when Jinshangyue woke up and stepped out of the hut, she saw four animals squatting by the stream, whispering to each other.
Looking at the extra one, Jin Shangyue raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat surprised.
Because the extra one was actually a little girl who had two little pigtails, wore a red cotton-padded jacket, and looked no more than eleven or twelve years old.
"Sir, you're awake."
Upon seeing Jinshangyue, several birds immediately came forward respectfully.
Before Lin Shu could introduce her, the little girl ran up to Jin Shangyue with a grin and knelt down with a thud.
Then, with exceptional obedience, she kowtowed to Jin Shangyue.
"My lord, my name is Cui Cui. I am a three-thousand-year-old ghost king and a former villager here."
Without Jinshangyue asking, Cuicui told her everything about her origins, background, how she died, and so on.
It turns out that villagers used to live near this stream.
There is a large tribe there called the Wangyue Tribe.
The people here live in seclusion year-round, residing in these mountains, relying on the mountains for sustenance and being self-sufficient.
They lived a peaceful life, almost like a secluded paradise.
But one day, a few outsiders suddenly appeared here; they had wandered in by accident.
No one expected that this group of thirteen people were actually fugitive bandits.
Arriving in the village, I felt its tranquility and the simplicity of its people.
And the seclusion of this place.
Furthermore, there are many young and beautiful girls here.
This group of people then hatched a wicked plan: to seize the mountain and establish themselves as kings, turning it into a secret base.
Having lived here for over a month, all thirteen of them were remarkably cheerful and simple, appearing very grateful for the villagers' kindness.
They successfully won over the hearts of the villagers, earning their complete trust and confidence.
When the villagers learned that they wanted to leave, they did not make things difficult for them and planned to send someone to escort them out of the mountains.
On the night before they left, the thirteen men, under the guise of expressing their gratitude, brought back a lot of game and wanted to treat the whole village to a meal.
They secretly put drugs in the wine and food.
The drug was made from materials found in the mountains by one of them.
A single banquet drugged all two thousand people in the village.
A few who weren't caught in the trap were killed by the thirteen people.
The remaining people, the elderly, and the men, all had their throats slit.
Only young women remained, along with little girls who were already able to take care of themselves.
The others, including the babies, were all killed by the thirteen men.
When the villagers woke up one night, 80% of them were dead. The women who remained tried to resist.
But they were all under the control of drugs and had no ability to resist.
Ultimately, most of the women without children chose suicide.
Later, the thirteen men, in order to prevent these women from committing suicide again, broke all four of their limbs and locked them up.
This village has been developed into a haven for entertainment and relaxation.
Most of the customers who come here are from outside, including the thirteen people's clients and partners.
There were also some villagers from the foot of the mountain.
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