The Prodigal Son’s Happy Life - Chapter 21
[Chapter 21 Female Ghost in White]
The girl asked: “What are the conditions?”
Fang Xiu took two steps closer and whispered in her ear: “Tomorrow.”
Feeling the man’s hot breath, the girl’s pretty face turned red, as if she was frightened. The rabbit jumped away and said angrily: “You idiot! Stop dreaming, I will never let you succeed!”
Fang Xiu looked confused and asked: “What are you dreaming about?”
The girl looked at him with a pair of beautiful eyes. As if spitting fire, he gritted his teeth and said: “What do you want to do at midnight, do you think I don’t know?”
Fang Xiu looked at the girl with a strange look and said: “I haven’t finished speaking yet, why are you in a hurry? Come here.”
The girl turned her face and said, “I won’t!”
Fang Xiu looked down at the debris on the ground and said, “Wei Jin official kiln.”
“That’s enough!”
The girl blushed, walked to Fang Xiu’s side, and said, “Just tell me.
” This time, Fang Xiu kept a certain distance and said softly: “Tomorrow, there are several shops in the south of the city, you go first.”
At first, the girl’s face still had a disinterested expression, but after a while, her expression gradually changed.
She looked at Fang Xiu with contempt in her eyes and said, “I won’t do such a despicable thing!”
Fang Xiu sighed, lowered his head again, and looked at the debris on the ground.
Before he opened his mouth, he heard the girl’s firm voice: “At worst, I’ll pay you back ten taels of silver. This matter is non-negotiable.”
Fang Xiu looked at her, and after a moment, he sighed and said, “After the matter is completed, I How about giving half of your money to the poor?”
The girl thought for a moment and asked, “Is this considered robbing the rich to give to the poor?”
Fang Xiu nodded seriously: “Forget it!”
The girl hesitated for a moment. He whispered: “Just this once, I will pay you back.”
South of the city, Wa City.
When the old man talked about something wonderful, all those listening in the audience, men, women, old and young, held their breath and did not dare to make a sound.
At this time, a little girl seemed to have seen something. She turned pale, stretched out her fingers, and screamed in vain: “Ghost!”
“Hiss–“
After the girl screamed, a man behind him suddenly He jumped up from his seat, knocked his knees on the stool, then hurriedly squatted down, hugging his knees and inhaling.
Others looked in the direction of the girl’s finger, and it turned out that it was just a black cat that jumped on the table and stole food.
“Little girl, why are you screaming for nothing!”
The man glared at the girl, grinning in pain, and his tone was full of complaints. means.
He was listening to the story with rapt attention just now.
Zhen’er turned into a female ghost in white, but the businessman didn’t know it yet. Lying on the bed, he saw a bloody face when he opened his eyes.
When he thought of this scene, he felt a little scared in his heart.
Hearing the girl’s ghostly scream unexpectedly, he was almost frightened out of his wits. The hairs all over his body stood up and he jumped subconsciously.
“That’s right, listen to the story carefully and don’t scream nonsense!”
“Old man, keep telling the story. The businessman was scratched on the face by Zhen’er. What happened next?”
There were several men sitting around the big man, who were also frightened by the screams just now. After a jump, when he came back to his senses, they all started urging him.
The old storyteller was also frightened by the screams. He picked up the teacup tremblingly, took a sip, calmed down, and said: “Although Zhen’er got her revenge, her grievances are too heavy. Every seven years, she will Will climb out of the well, it’s just a
coincidence that tomorrow will be seven years ago, when Zhen’er was born. “
Chunfeng Tower in the south of the city.
The shopkeeper looked at the deserted street, sighed, and told the boy: “Er Niu, let’s close.”
The boy looked at his shopkeeper in surprise and asked, “Shopkeeper, it’s not dark yet.”
“It’s not dark. No one will come.”
There was a hint of loneliness on the shopkeeper’s face, and he walked to the backyard as he said, “There have been fewer and fewer customers in the past two days. If this continues, it is better to close the shop as soon as possible.”
The waiter looked at the shopkeeper’s back and shook his head. shook his head.
I don’t know where the news came from, saying that a female ghost in white clothes was about to appear in the south of the city. Every midnight, she would climb out of the well and claim people’s lives.
On the streets in the south of the city, there was only an ancient well in front of their restaurant.
The commotion has caused panic in nearby shops these days.
Although it is nonsense, the people in the city believe this and stay away from the restaurant every time they pass by.
Several nearby shops were also affected, and business was bleak for several days.
The originally busiest street in the south of the city has become increasingly depressed.
In order to regain customers, the doors of many shops are covered with talismans painted by Taoist monks.
The owner of the cloth shop next door even spent a lot of money to go to the Taoist temple to hire an expert to do it.
I thought this could retain customers and reverse the decline.
Unexpectedly, after this action, there were fewer people coming to this street than the previous two days.
The behavior of the shopkeepers, in the eyes of nearby residents, was undoubtedly confirmation of the female ghost in white.
Many people have dragged their families and families away from here to avoid the limelight.
Those who have relatives in the city will stay with them for a few days, while those who have no relatives will go to inns farther away to hide.
Only these businessmen are left struggling to support themselves.
At night, everything is quiet. Except for the sound of the biting cold wind, there are only one or two dogs barking occasionally, and the deserted streets seem to be asleep.
The cold wind was still blowing nonstop, and the windows in the backyard of the restaurant had been blown open several times.
Without the last barrier to block the cold wind, the boy was awakened by waves of cold air.
He opened his hazy eyes, cursed, climbed out of bed, and walked to the window.
When he reached the window, he subconsciously glanced at the ancient well outside the window.
Except for the dead leaves occasionally blown by the wind, there was nothing else. As for the female ghost in white, not even a shadow could be seen.
Even so, thinking of the bloody faces in everyone’s mouth, the boy still shuddered involuntarily and reached out to close the window.
“Hoo–“
At this moment, he unexpectedly heard a woman’s shout, which came vaguely from the mouth of the well, but he couldn’t hear it clearly.
He trembled and subconsciously looked at Gujing.
There was only a dead leaf fluttering in the wind.
He had heard so many stories about the female ghost in white in the past two days that he had some auditory hallucinations.
The boy sighed, closed the window, and turned around to sleep for a while.
“I’m so…miserable.”
At this moment, a woman’s shrill cry suddenly came from outside the window.
The boy was startled, and he hurriedly climbed onto the bed, curled up into a ball, and covered his head with the quilt, as if this way the female ghost would not notice him.
“Hush!”
The woman’s shrill cry continued for a long time.
The boy had been huddled in the quilt, shivering and not daring to make a sound.
After about half a stick of incense, the woman’s cry outside the window finally disappeared into the howling of the cold wind.
The boy bravely showed his eyes and looked out the window.
Just like before, nothing happened.
The boy breathed a sigh of relief, poked his head out of the quilt, and changed his position to lie down.
At this time, he seemed to have thought of something, and the expression on his face suddenly froze, and he looked towards the bed.
There, a female ghost in white with long hair stretched out her bloody hand and faced him
(End of Chapter)
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