The new ghosts were circled by the temporary workers' arms that stretched to twenty meters long, and dragged on the ground into the ugly purple house.
The temporary worker's arms became completely soft, like ropes.
The ghosts huddled together, face to face, or pressed against someone's feet, or were accidentally buried in unspeakable places and dragged away without any consciousness.
No human rights.
No, it should be ghost power.
Fortunately, they were not awake and knew nothing about it.
Luo Zheyu carried the girl and followed the temporary worker into the ugly house. He couldn't help but feel a little relieved.
Fortunately, I didn’t pretend to sleep all the time.
These ghosts are so miserable.
…………
In the early hours of the morning, I stood alone under the dim street lights, the noise faded away, and all around was quiet and silent.
When Xu Xiaoyu was chasing the bus, she accidentally kicked over a pot of burning paper money that someone had placed at the intersection. She couldn't help but think of all kinds of strange rumors about late-night intersections and paper money for the dead...
Suddenly, a cool breeze blew behind my head, as if someone was standing behind me and blowing air.
Xu Xiaoyu felt cold all over and was extremely stiff. He held his head tightly and looked slowly behind him.
Under the dim street lights, there was only his own shadow behind him, and the shadowy trees on both sides of the road. They were hidden in the darkness, and the treetops were faintly surrounding him, blocking out the sky and seeming to surround Xu Xiaoyu in the middle.
Xu Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief.
Although the environment was eerie, fortunately, there was nothing behind him.
She turned around and planned to take a few more steps and go to the main road outside to wait for the police to arrive. The light there was brighter, and the street lights were not as half-lit as those in this small road. There were also frequent cars passing by, which would make her feel a lot more at ease.
My sight suddenly met a pair of sharp eyes.
Those eyes were almost touching her face, staring at her closely!
"ah!"
Xu Xiaoyu let out a short scream, took a few steps back, fell backward in panic, and sat on the ground.
Those eyes were still there, staring at her without blinking.
As the distance moved further away, I could see clearly that the owner of those eyes was an old man with gray hair. He looked strong and imposing. He was wearing a black Zhongshan suit and shiny black leather shoes. His hair was slightly longer than a flat top and was neatly cut.
His eyelids were loose due to old age and drooped down, covering the upper half of his eyeball, making him look a bit fierce and particularly difficult to get along with. He had deep nasolabial folds, the corners of his mouth were downturned, and wrinkles appeared on his brows even when he was not frowning.
Xu Xiaoyu looked up at him, breathing slightly.
My heart was beating very fast, but it was much better than the heart-wrenching feeling that almost scared me to death just now.
The old man just stared at her without saying anything, so Xu Xiaoyu didn't dare to speak either. Her whole body was so stiff that she couldn't stand up even if she had a chance to escape.
"You kicked over my bowl."
The old man said in a deep voice.
The voice and tone sounded normal.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it..." Xu Xiaoyu apologized repeatedly with trembling lips.
"I, I can buy another stack for..."
She was about to say "I'll buy you another stack", but suddenly she remembered that she couldn't say that about ghost money. No matter if the other person was a human or a ghost, she had to treat him as a human. Wouldn't it be bad luck to buy ghost money for a living person? She quickly stopped talking, and in a hurry she even bit her tongue. The taste of rust quickly spread in her mouth. She didn't care about the pain and said in a hurry: "Buy another stack to burn!"
"Hmph, buy another stack?"
The old man narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly.
"Two stacks? Or three stacks will do, any amount will do!"
Xu Xiaoyu's tears were overflowing.
The other person stared at her in silence, and those lifeless eyes gave her tremendous pressure.
Time passed little by little, and Xu Xiaoyu even felt that ten minutes had passed. When his back was soaked with cold sweat, the old man spoke again in a gloomy voice.
"With your unlucky look, who would dare to take the money you bought for the dead?"
He looked up and down at Xu Xiaoyu who had fallen to the ground, and said reluctantly, "You, do me a favor, and I won't bother you about kicking over the money bowl tonight."
"W-what is it?"
"Spending money will ward off disaster."
"...How much money?"
Xu Xiaoyu asked cautiously.
She also wanted to agree immediately, but... she really had no money.
I have been working for less than two years and have been wandering around looking for a job. I have only been working in this job for three months and it seemed that things were going to improve, but yet there is still no improvement.
All the deposits added up do not exceed 20,000.
"Not much." The old man thought for a moment. "Only 100,000 RMB."
Only... one hundred thousand... RMB...
Xu Xiaoyu felt suffocated. He had originally fallen to the ground, but now he fell down limply and collapsed on the road, his eyes dull and he had no desire to live.
She has no money.
Her home was in a remote rural village, her parents didn't have much savings, and she had a younger brother who was in high school. It was a time when money was needed, and the only money in the family was used to support his studies. Xu Xiaoyu lived frugally, and sent part of the money she earned back home, and saved part of it. It was because her parents felt sorry for her that they didn't ask her for money, otherwise she might not have had that little savings.
Asking her for 100,000 yuan is harder than asking for her life.
Could it be that ghosts also need money from the secular world? One hundred thousand, why didn't he just go and rob it? Didn't he just kick the broken paper money bowl and kick out some ashes? He dared to ask for one hundred thousand. Even a scammer wouldn't be so arrogant.
The more I think about it, the angrier I get.
A strange bus, a strange old lady. Chen Manyin just put in a few coins and was taken away by force. After chasing for dozens of meters, the bus disappeared. Then, the pot of burning paper money was accidentally kicked over. An old man suddenly appeared in the empty place and asked for 100,000 yuan...
What can I do if I don’t pay?
One hundred thousand, go to hell!
I have no money!
Xu Xiaoyu suddenly became furious and felt evil.
Anger clouded my mind and overwhelmed my rationality.
She suddenly turned over and sat up, gathering up a mouthful of saliva, which mixed with the taste of rust from the tip of her bitten tongue.
"Pooh!"
He spat at the old man and took out the knife from his key chain from his bag.
"You dare to ask for 100,000 for a basin of burnt paper money? Who are you trying to blackmail?"
"I don't have any money, I'm going to fight you today!"
Having said that, Xu Xiaoyu just stood there holding the knife, looking aggressive but not daring to pounce.
Her vicious courage was almost used up by spitting at the other person.
The old man didn't expect Xu Xiaoyu to suddenly spit at him, and he couldn't avoid it, and was burned and felt severe pain all over his body.
Xu Xiaoyu widened his eyes in surprise. He didn't expect that spitting could actually be used as a weapon. The alpaca was right. At the same time, he became more and more terrified.
This old man is really not a human being!
The old man's face darkened, and his expression became more ferocious. He frowned and said viciously: "Uneducated wild girl, where did you learn such wild tricks?"
In response, Xu Xiaoyu pouted and said "Pah!" again.
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