In the Black Mountain, noise rose and fell. A ghost streamer was gesturing wildly in front of his phone screen, "Hey! Thanks to my brother for the rockets he sent, come on, I'll show you a little aerial acrobatics right away."
The ghost's figure flashed, and it instantly floated a few steps in mid-air, surrounded by eerie phosphorescence.
The other female ghost exclaimed coquettishly, "Oh! Brother! I love you so much! Mwah!"
She twisted her ethereal body, trying her best to strike a seductive pose, attempting to garner more gifts from the audience on the other side of the screen.
There was even a ghost yelling at the top of his lungs, "As long as you guys send me a gift, I'll go wherever you want me to go!"
The entire Montenegro seemed to have turned into a bizarre and fantastical live-streaming studio.
The matchmaker watched all this from a corner, a hint of sadness showing on her wrinkled, ghostly face.
In 2030, the ghost realm was also drastically altered by the tides of time.
"It's 2030 now, even ghosts have a hard time getting by. If it weren't for my old age and fading beauty, I wouldn't have let those little vixens take the lead."
Her voice was hoarse and bitter, and her eyes shone with jealousy and helplessness.
The old woman recalled how easy it used to be to eat a human.
But now, apart from those from Black Mountain, the wild ghosts in the surrounding area are finding it difficult to find food.
To fill their stomachs, they had to search online for information about villains and bad people.
As she thought about it, she slid her withered fingers across a worn-out electronic board, on which human data flashed continuously.
Each piece of information represents a possible food source, but finding it is so difficult.
Those young ghosts, with their novel performances and beautiful ghostly appearances, are thriving online, receiving a constant stream of gifts.
Behind the commotion, the matchmaker could only silently plot how to find the next villain to fill her hungry stomach.
She felt like a lost soul abandoned by the times, where survival was becoming increasingly difficult in the Black Mountain, and the future was shrouded in uncertainty.
As she pondered this, the matchmaker shuffled toward the roadside, her mind set on finding a bargain there.
She knew that the fields in front of Black Wind Village had been requisitioned, and people often walked around there; perhaps there would be unexpected gains.
She knew that she and her companions were trapped near Black Mountain and Black Wind Village, but moving around in the area wasn't too difficult.
Looking up at the sky, it was already afternoon. In October, most of the leaves had fallen, carpeting the ground in a golden hue.
In the afternoons of this season, it always gets dark very quickly, and Granny Xi knew in her heart that there probably wasn't much left to pick up by now.
However, at that moment, her gaze was drawn to a ghost car parked on the blocked highway.
The ghost car looked particularly conspicuous in the dim light.
Since those three wicked women from the Ma family left, this station has been closed. How come there are cars here?
The matchmaker began to have doubts, and she cautiously and furtively approached the ghost carriage.
With each step I took, I felt the air around me grow colder and colder.
When she finally reached the ghost car and peered inside, she was terrified.
"Oh my god! My goodness!"
The matchmaker almost screamed.
Inside the car were the three menacing members of the Ma family.
Their faces bore an expression that sent chills down the spine of the matchmaker.
Ma Linghua's eyes were sharp, as if she could see the matchmaker. Ma Hehua carried the still weak Ma Lihua on her back, her eyes revealing worry.
The matchmaker felt her legs go weak.
Why don't you hurry up and report this, or you'll get punished? And there's also Black Commander and the old village chief.
"Mother, why are all these abandoned fields planted with rice?" Ma Hehua asked curiously.
Do you think I know?
Ma Linghua responded irritably, a hint of annoyance in her eyes.
Ma Hehua shrank back and chuckled dryly, "...Hehe! Mother, I forgot, we just got back, we definitely don't know anything!"
She secretly groaned inwardly; her mother's gaze hadn't been friendly at all along the way, and a beating was definitely in order when she got home.
Just then, the matchmaker's booming voice, like a broken gong, rang out in Black Mountain: "My friends! They're back."
The sound echoed through the mountains, as if it were shaking the air itself.
The demons and monsters on the mountainside were instantly startled by the sound.
A male ghost asked anxiously, "Have you informed Master Huang yet?"
Upon hearing this, the matchmaker felt a chill run down her spine.
The male ghost realized something was wrong and hurriedly turned off his phone, bringing the live stream to an abrupt end.
His face turned deathly pale as he shouted to the panicked ghosts around him, "Scatter! Fairy Ma and the others are back. I'm going to inform Third Master."
As soon as he finished speaking, the male ghost took off running, as fast as if a vengeful spirit was chasing him.
The surrounding demons and monsters scattered like birds and beasts, some instantly turning into wisps of black smoke and disappearing, while others scrambled and crawled into the nearby bushes.
The once noisy mountain village instantly fell silent, leaving only some newly arrived ghosts and demons standing there with puzzled expressions, completely unaware of who they were or why their return had caused such a commotion.
The three members of the Ma family stood at the entrance of Black Wind Village. The swirling smoke around them gradually dissipated after their arrival, as if an invisible hand had lifted the veil of mystery.
However, what appeared before them was a road overgrown with weeds, which haphazardly occupied the once familiar place, making it completely unrecognizable from its former state.
Ma Linghua's face was gloomy, her expression seemingly capable of dripping water.
Her eyes were filled with ruthlessness, and the anger in her heart was like a volcano about to erupt.
"As expected, a demon is a demon; no matter what, it will never keep its promise."
She gritted her teeth and forced out those words.
The air around her seemed to freeze because of her anger.
Ma Hehua cautiously observed her mother's expression, her heart filled with fear.
She knew she absolutely couldn't make a sound at this moment, otherwise it would be like walking into the line of fire. She pursed her lips tightly, not daring to breathe, and silently observed the changes around her.
The once familiar Black Wind Village has become so unfamiliar, and the overgrown roads seem to tell a forgotten story.
Ma Linghua's gaze swept through the weeds, her fists clenched tightly. "Go to Black Mountain."
Ma Hehua lowered her head, not daring to meet her mother's gaze.
"Okay, Mom!"
Pear Blossom, who had fallen asleep, was gently shaken and followed behind her mother.
She could feel the strong aura emanating from her mother, an undeniable authority.
At the quiet village entrance, only the rustling of the wind through the grass could be heard, as if reminding them that Black Wind Village was no longer what it used to be.
The roads in Heishan were incredibly clean and tidy, several levels better than those in Heifeng Village, which infuriated Ma Hehua.
"Damn it, they actually don't take my Ma family seriously! Die!"
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