novelraw Chapter 231 So frightened that his three souls and seven spirits almost jumped out of his skull.
Chapter 231 So frightened that his three souls and seven spirits almost jumped out of his skull.
Zhang Changyao picked up the large tea mug containing the tea, took a big gulp, cleared his throat, and continued speaking.
"The kid got completely drunk and fell into a small pit in front of the grave and passed out."
When he woke up, it was already late at night, and he couldn't see his own fingers.
His stomach was growling with hunger, so he thought he'd go find some more food and eat his fill before going home.
To their surprise, after searching around the grave for a long time, they found nothing to eat.
But he touched an icy cold hand. He didn't think it was a hand, so he continued to feel forward.
It wasn't until he touched the dead man's face that he was certain that the person lying in front of him was dead.
The kid was so scared he couldn't make a sound. He tried a few times, but his voice was hoarse.
For a moment, I didn't know which way was up, so I just used a soft approach.
With their arms and legs unable to exert any strength, they worked together to push forward on the ground.
He was thinking to himself that he wanted to leave this dead body underground.
Unexpectedly, it appeared right in front of us before we even got very far from the cocoon.
A female ghost dressed in white, with long hair and a red tongue.
Hou Da Yanjing's statement has been met with much skepticism, because before this...
He also said he couldn't see the dead body on the ground, probably because the kid was hallucinating from fright.
Zhang Changyao explained, and then continued speaking from where he left off.
Hou Da-yan said the female ghost was standing right in front of her, swaying back and forth, and wasn't afraid of people at all.
He had never seen a "living ghost" before, and his head suddenly started buzzing so loudly that he couldn't move.
The female ghost drew closer and closer, and Hou Da's eyes were so frightened that he fainted.
When he woke up, it was already broad daylight. Behind him, there were still graves, but no ghosts or dead people.
Some time later, I heard from people in the next village that the orphaned girl who had died had been stolen and arranged for a ghost marriage.
From then on, Hou Da Yanjing was afraid of people talking about a female ghost with white clothes, long hair, and a long red tongue.
When we played together, we would shout these words as soon as the sun went down.
The boy was so scared he ran home as fast as he could. After learning all this, Zhang Changyao couldn't stop smiling.
"Zhang Changyao, Liao Zhi, I have an idea. Let's find a way to leave the child at his doorstep."
Then they pretended to be ghosts in his yard to scare Hou Da-yan.
Yang Wuni opened her hair and used the thumbs of both hands to pull open her lower eyelids.
Hooking his little finger around the corner of his mouth, he stuck out his tongue and made a face at Liao Zhi.
"Zhang Changyao, Wu Ni's method is feasible. You should take a look at it."
Remember this: if you can't scare Hou Da Yanjing, run away as fast as you can.
"That kid got so angry he chopped off his finger." Liao Zhi said, then gave him a slightly worried warning.
"Liao Zhi, don't worry about that. If Hou Da Yanjing dares to touch Wu Ni, I... I'll bite him to death."
Zhang Changyao said that this was the most ruthless way he could think of to make a guarantee for Liao Zhi.
"Zhang Changyao, wait for me to clean her up a bit, then we'll take her back."
"Wu Ni, you absolutely mustn't bathe her! Ghosts aren't people, how could they possibly bathe a child?"
Yang Wuni gave the child another half bottle of milk and wanted to wash off the grime on her body, but Zhang Changyao stopped her.
In the latter half of the night, the village was quiet, and the crunching sound of footsteps on the snow was loud and jarring.
Zhang Changyao and Yang Wuni were caught looking back and forth like thieves.
Yang Wuni carried the child in front, while Zhang Changyao had a small wooden snow sled that he had just finished making tucked under his armpit.
Two bundles of hemp rope were tied to each end of the sled, in case they weren't long enough, just in case.
A small broom head was tucked into the armpit on the other side.
The lights were off in Hou Da Yanjing's house, and the sound of a woman sobbing could be heard coming from inside.
Yang Wuni tiptoed and crouched down, slipping past Hou Da Yanjing's window sill.
Put the child, who has been lulled to sleep, on the ground by the door, and then slowly back to the front door.
He backed away, sweeping away the footprints he had made with the head of the broken broom.
Back in Zhang Changyao's side, Yang Wuni draped the white quilt she had prepared over herself.
Her hair was loose, pulled in front to cover half her face, and she had a piece of newly sewn red cotton cloth in her mouth as a tongue.
Standing on the snow sled that Zhang Changyao had placed there, to prevent falling, he held a wooden stick in his hand.
"Uncle, what brings you here?" The two were about to take the next step when they were startled by Yang Deshan walking up behind them.
Liao Zhi said there weren't enough people and he was worried that if you two fell, people would notice.
Yang Deshan, holding onto the other side of the snow sled, picked up the hemp rope from the ground and squatted on the other side of the wooden gate.
Zhang Changyao and Yang Deshan pulled the hemp rope on the sled together.
They pulled her back and forth a bit to make sure Yang Wuni could move smoothly before they looked at each other and nodded.
Zhang Changyao took out a wooden slingshot from his pocket and squeezed the snow into a solid ball.
Place it on the rubber band of the slingshot, pull it back forcefully, aim it at the windowsill of Hou Da Yanjing's house, and then let go.
The little snowball, with a "whoosh," pushed aside the snowflakes that were blocking its way.
It flew towards the window and with a crisp "smack," the snowball shattered, leaving not a trace on the black, unrecognizable parchment.
"Stop fucking crying, you've cried your way down the house, you're a jinx reincarnated."
The lights in the room came on, and Hou Da Yanjing, who was inside, pushed open the door and came out.
Just as I lifted my foot to step over the threshold, I saw the child lying at the doorway.
"Huh? What is that?"
Hou Da's eyes were on the child; he no longer cared about looking at the window.
He held the door open with one hand, leaned halfway out, and turned his head to look around.
Seeing no one, she knelt down and held the child in her arms.
"What the hell? I...I clearly...I clearly threw this wretched child up the mountain?"
Hou Da lifted a corner of the blanket to check and found that the child had woken up and was looking at him with his eyes open.
"Child...don't...leave...the...mountain...it's...cold...up there..."
I... will... send... her... back... to... you...
Zhang Changyao and Yang Deshan slowly moved Yang Wuni along the gate.
Yang Wuni used the force of the two people pulling her to support herself on the ground with the stick in her hand.
The white blankets and snow complemented each other, making Yang Wuni's body seem to blend into the snow.
Its jet-black hair and bright red tongue swayed back and forth as its head moved.
Her voice, muffled and resentful as she chewed on something, spoke slowly and deliberately, like a female hanged ghost from a ghost story.
"I...I didn't mean to, I didn't...I didn't want to...I wanted to throw her away..."
"It was...it was my dad, my brother, my mom who made me do it..."
When Hou Da saw the "female ghost," his three souls and seven spirits rushed out of his skull.
He no longer had the courage to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and with a "thump," he knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.
Feces and urine flowed down his trouser legs as he shouted, shifting all the blame onto others.
"Big eyes, what happened to you?"