"Who's here?" Ma Hehua asked curiously.
"Who's here? Who else could it be? Of course, it's the master of the Yin Catfish! The Ghost King of Wanli Mountain, Fang Laoke." Old Deng pronounced the last three words one by one, his tone filled with despair.
Er Ma immediately felt terrible. "Old Deng! I think I can still reach Dadi Village if I speed up my journey. I'll take my leave now."
"Oh dear! Er Ma, it's too late, he's already at the door." Old Deng said with a bitter expression.
The three members of the Ma family stared at the doorway, and soon, a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and hair wax walked in.
The man was around forty years old, with a calm demeanor that exuded a mature charm.
He was wearing a jacket in the style of the Republic of China era, its unique cut and design seemingly bearing the marks of time.
The color of the jacket may have faded a bit, but it has become more antique and elegant.
The hem of his clothes fluttered gently as he moved, adding to his carefree demeanor.
He wore a pair of reflective leather shoes, the glossy leather reflecting the surrounding light, as if telling the story of the owner's refinement and taste.
The soles of the shoes make a crisp sound when they contact the ground, and every step is full of confidence and determination.
Such an outfit was considered very fashionable at that time, but it seems a bit outdated nowadays.
"Mother, is this old man Fang powerful? Have you heard of him?" Ma Hehua asked softly.
"I don't know! I've never heard of it! It probably isn't that powerful!" Ma Linghua said three times in a row, and her voice wasn't quiet either.
Ma Lihua; "…………………………"
Can't you be a little more low-key? She seemed to understand why her mother was sometimes so high-profile.
Fang Laoke, who had just stepped through the door, paused. What? Never heard of him? He's the Ghost King of Wanli Mountain!
With a sullen face and displeasure, he stepped into the main hall of the backyard. Looking at the five people, his brows furrowed.
"Old Deng, go and catch one of the fish I'm raising for me." Old Fang's forehead was covered in sweat.
"Okay, Ghost King Fang, please wait a moment." Old Deng reluctantly went to the lotus pond at the back of the courtyard.
The fish had just died and was still fresh. After thinking for a moment, Lao Deng picked up the dead fish he had dredged up and quickly carried it out. This catfish was quite large, with jet-black scales, and looked ferocious.
"Here you are, Ghost King Fang. Here are your fish." Old Deng's expression was very calm.
Fang Laoke took the fish, glanced at it, and said, "This fish..."
Old Deng tensed up, sweat pouring down his forehead. If he was killed by the Ghost King, would he be unable to reincarnate?
Er Ma also looked at the dead Yin catfish with a tense expression. As long as the Ghost King got angry, he would immediately use his best skills. Even if he had only one breath left, he would live.
The three members of the Ma family remained silent. This was someone else's private matter, and they decided to keep quiet.
Old Deng; "…………………………"
Ha! Don't you feel any guilt? I let you stay overnight, and you just want to harm me?
Old Deng awaited his judgment, when he heard the Ghost King of Wanli Mountain continue, "Well raised! Not only are they plump and tender, but they also have a sinister aura! However, the smell is a bit too strong; why does it feel like there's a... smell?"
He couldn't quite describe the smell; it was alright if you didn't smell it closely, but once you did, the smell was unmistakable.
Ma Linghua; "…………………………"
How could it not smell? That's lotus-scented foot bath water, it smells like feet! Can't you even smell that? This? This is supposed to be the Ghost King? What an idiot.
Ma Lihua couldn't hear or see the Ghost King because she hadn't turned on the light.
However, judging from her grandmother's disgusted expression and eyes, it's likely that the ghost king that Old Deng was talking about is just a myth.
"Fine, you've looked after the fish for me, so go catch one yourself from the pond later! That's a reward from me." Old Fang said with a condescending attitude, which was quite repulsive.
"Yes, yes, yes! Thank you very much, Ghost King Fang." Old Deng thanked him repeatedly.
He released the fish into the ghost realm and was about to leave when he saw a face that captivated him.
"Come here." He beckoned to Ma Linghua.
A few minutes later…………
Ma Linghua didn't move an inch. In the past? Sorry, she's blind now and can't see.
"Hey! I'm calling you! Hurry up and go over there." Old Deng said to Ma Linghua with his head held high.
"What? Calling me? Who called me? Besides the five of us, is there anyone else in this room? Is it a ghost?" Ma Linghua said jokingly.
Fang Lao Ke; "…………………………"
And you know what? He really was a ghost. He patted his forehead and said, "Hey! Look at me, ordinary people can't see me!" As soon as he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers and said, "Snap."
The surrounding area instantly surged with ghostly energy. Fang Laoke straightened his jacket, rubbed his shiny hair, and wore what he thought was a charming smile.
The two members of the Ma family; "…………………………"
What to do? It's getting more and more lewd; the more I look at it, the more I want to kill it. It's so appetizing!
Ma Hehua felt that this man was even more disgusting than the fish soup her mother made.
“Young lady, I am Old Ke, unmarried and unmarried, and I have fallen in love with you at first sight. I wonder if you would give me a chance? Let us get to know each other properly. Don’t be afraid, although I am a ghost, I am a good ghost. If you are willing, we can have a ghost marriage here. When you die, you will be my wife. Don’t worry, I will treat you well. Then we will have a few ghost babies, let the children take over the territory, and then we can roam the world together and live happily ever after.”
Old Ke became more and more excited as he spoke, his mind already filled with imagining names for their child.
Ma Lihua knew nothing. Seeing her mother and grandmother's faces growing increasingly gloomy and ugly, she wondered if the ghost had said something it shouldn't have.
"Ha! You son of a bitch, are you living in a dream?" Ma Hehua roared!
Fang Laoke's face stiffened, then turned gloomy.
Ma Hehua ignored his expression and continued, smacking her lips, "Look at you, your face is really square, and with that height and build, calling you a pheasant is an understatement. You're not even worthy of being called a toad. And you still want to do something to my mother... what... what was it again?"
“That’s an unreasonable thought,” Ma Lihua said softly.
"Oh! Right, someone like you still wants to have improper thoughts about my mother? You're dreaming. Not only are you short and stout, but you also have cross-eyed eyes, making you look like a Japanese pirate. Ugly people are always up to something. You're not a good person, but you have a lot of dreams."
This time, Ma Hehua still guaranteed a minimum return and didn't swear. But her daughter is here! She'd better watch out.
Er Ma nearly dropped his gong in fright, and Lao Deng immediately knelt down. Was he courting death? Wasn't living good enough? This was the Ghost King! He could crush them with a single finger!
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