However, Ma Linghua's identity was exposed, but she was not flustered at all.
brothel.
Just as Ma Hehua was about to leave work, Granny He, who had been handing over duties to her, suddenly didn't show up, so she waited for another 15 minutes.
When Ye's mother passed by, she asked her, "Aunt Ma, you haven't left yet?"
Ma Hehua said impatiently, "But no one has come to hand over the work yet!"
Hearing Ma Hehua's words, she was stunned. "You...you didn't know? Granny He died three days ago?"
"What? Dead? Why didn't anyone tell me? No, she's been taking over for the past three days." As soon as Ma Hehua said this, Ye's mother broke out in a cold sweat.
"You naughty girl! You didn't even notice." Not only did she ignore her, but now she's late.
“I’ll deduct one silver dollar from her this month; she dared to skip work.”
Mother Ye: "..."
She's dead, she doesn't need to be paid, so why deduct anything?
Just then, a cold wind blew by, and seeing that it was almost eleven o'clock, she felt uneasy.
"Is no one going to take this on?" Ma Hehua asked her.
Mrs. Ye was taken aback, "Yes...!"
"Yes? Then why haven't I seen it? Granny He has been taking care of it these past few days." As soon as she said this, Mother Ye immediately realized that something was wrong.
"Then...what about the new old woman?"
"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?" Ma Hehua rolled her eyes.
As the two were talking, the door was pushed open. The old women who were supposed to be off work had all left, and the workers who were supposed to be on work had all gone to their posts. So who could be coming in?
In early March, the sunlight should have been warm, shining down on the earth. However, at this moment, the air was filled with a chilling cold.
Standing in the yard, Ye's mother trembled involuntarily, goosebumps instantly covering her entire body.
The deep, hoarse voice, as if coming from the underworld, shattered the original tranquility.
"Aunt Ma, I'm here." The voice echoed in the air, as if carrying endless gloom and eeriness.
Mother Ye looked in horror toward the direction from which the sound came, and saw a figure slowly approaching. The figure gradually became clearer; it was none other than Granny He, who had been dead for three days.
Granny He's face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, and her eyes were empty and lifeless, as if she had lost her soul.
Her steps were slow and heavy, each step seeming to strike at Mother Ye's heartstrings.
Ma Hehua stood calmly in place, not caring whether she was a human or a ghost. She just needed to get back to work so she could go home.
Granny He was wearing the clothes she wore when she died; they were worn and covered in dust.
Her hair was disheveled and fell over her shoulders, swaying gently in the breeze, adding to the eerie atmosphere.
Mother Ye covered her mouth tightly, afraid that she would make the slightest sound and disturb this terrifying being.
As Granny He approached step by step, Mother Ye's heart pounded faster and faster, as if it were about to leap out of her throat.
Terrifying images kept flashing through her mind as she wondered why Granny He had suddenly reappeared after her death. Was it lingering resentment? Or some unfulfilled wish?
The more Ye's mother thought about it, the more frightened she became, and her body involuntarily retreated. She hadn't withheld any of her mother's monthly allowance.
Ma Hehua maintained her composure, but a hint of impatience flickered in her eyes. "What have you been dawdling about all this time? You're already late!" She glared at Granny He, her face full of displeasure.
Granny He walked to a spot not far from them and stopped, watching them quietly without making any move.
"What's wrong? What are you standing there for? Come over and hand over the work." As soon as Ma Hehua finished speaking, Granny He's face immediately changed.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.
Mother Ye didn't dare to breathe loudly, quietly waiting for Granny He's next move.
Granny He's empty eyes seemed to hide endless secrets, making her impossible to fathom.
Suddenly, Granny He slowly raised her hand and pointed at Mother Ye.
Mother Ye stared wide-eyed in horror, wondering what Granny He was up to.
Seeing this, Ma Hehua immediately stood in front of Ye's mother, staring at Granny He with an unfriendly expression.
Granny He's hand lingered in the air for a moment before slowly lowering itself.
She opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.
Ye's mother stared at her nervously, her heart filled with doubt and fear.
What message is Granny He trying to convey? What does her appearance really signify?
"Hey! Don't you have a mouth?" Ma Hehua's temper was really bad at this moment, and a hint of scarlet flashed in her eyes.
Just then, a gentle breeze blew by, and Granny He's figure suddenly became blurry.
Mother Ye watched in horror as Granny He's body gradually dissipated, disappearing into the air like smoke.
She stood there, stunned, unable to come to her senses for a long time.
"Aunt Ye, I'm leaving." Ma Hehua left; whether she came or not was up to her, it was time for her to get off work anyway.
With no other option, Mother Ye called in a rough-and-ready old woman from the backyard to take her place.
What just happened terrified her.
Wait, what about the old woman who replaced Granny He? Where did she go?
The dark and damp dungeon was filled with an atmosphere of decay and despair.
An old woman was huddled in a corner, her body trembling uncontrollably.
She was bound with a bundle of rough hemp rope, which tightened painfully around her, but she was unable to break free.
The old woman's face was filled with terror, tears streaming down her cloudy face as she cried out, "Waaah... Fourth Master, please save me! I promise I won't tell anyone your secret, please!" Her voice echoed in the small space, yet sounded so powerless.
The dim light in the dungeon was barely enough to make out one's surroundings.
Water droplets seeped continuously from the wall, dripping onto the ground with a crisp sound, like a countdown to death.
The old woman looked around in despair; the rusty iron railings exuded a cold aura, as if mocking her helplessness.
She tried to twist her body and break free from the rope's restraints, but each struggle only made the rope tighten.
The pain made her gasp, but she dared not move again. Her heart was filled with regret, regretting why she knew the Fourth Master's secret and why she had been captured and brought to this terrible place.
The old woman's face was pale, and her lips trembled slightly with fear.
Her hair was disheveled and covered in dust and grime, and her eyes were filled with pleading, hoping that the Fourth Master would hear her cries and spare her poor life.
However, there was complete silence outside the dungeon, with no response whatsoever.
The old woman's heart sank. She didn't know how much longer she could hold on, nor what fate awaited her.
In this dark and damp dungeon, she felt as if she had been forgotten by the world. Loneliness and fear enveloped her, plunging her into endless despair.
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