The sweet mourning beauty and the King of Hell are killing each other like crazy in the world

"Little beauty Momo, look, this kind of terrain is not a good place." Hu Yanzu took out his mobile phone and couldn't help but take a look. After a few seconds, he reluctantly raised his head and glanced at me, "If it's When a woman lives in this kind of house, no matter how good-looking she was before, after living in it, she will slowly become weird-tempered, weird-looking, and get weird illnesses."

"Living in this house, are there men and women who get sick?" I knew what Hu Yanzu was looking at, and I felt a little regretful about buying him a smartphone.If I had known that this guy was quite old and had such poor self-control, I might as well have bought him a senior phone.

"Of course, if a man moves in, it will be a car accident, and one car accident after another. Anyway, it will often be a bloody disaster."

Just as Hu Yanzu finished explaining to me, Gu Yichen walked around and came back, "Let's go, knock on the door and have a look, we will follow you."

I walked in front and clicked the iron ring on the wooden door, "Bang, bang, bang."

After knocking for many times, a tired old woman's voice came out, "Who is it?"

"Oh, I'm here to see Zhang Wenyan." I replied while looking through the crack in the door.

A woman in her 60s, leaning on a cane, walked towards the door.

About 5 minutes later, the door opened from the inside.

"Are you?" Suspicious eyes shot through the cloudy eyes of the old woman on crutches.

"Look at this." I knew that no matter how much I explained at the moment, it would be better to just hand over the letter with the address on it, so I handed over the letter directly.

"Oh, okay." When the old woman saw the words written on the letter, tears began to overflow from her cloudy eyes. "These are my son's words. Please... please come in."

The old woman's lips and hands trembled at the same frequency, and she pulled me in.

I looked back and motioned for them to follow quickly.

I'm scared of the old woman looking like this.

Gu Yichen hurriedly followed behind me, and Hu Yanzu followed behind.

The yard is also quite messy. It is a standard four-room bungalow in the north. On the west side is the main entrance and the wing room. There is no auxiliary room on the east side. There is just a lot of random wood, bamboo poles and other things piled up against the wall.In the yard, there are several small vegetable plots planted here and there.

Anyway, the whole thing looks quite disorganized.

The old woman took my hand and entered the living room. She began to hold the letter and shed tears.

The tears hit the letter paper and made a loud sound.

"Auntie, please stop crying. Please tell me quickly, who is Zhang Wenyan?"

"It's my son. He died three months ago..." The old woman began to cry uncontrollably.

Could that headless ghost be Zhang Wenyan himself?
It turned out that Zhang Wenyan was her son, who died three months ago.

Zhang Wenyan is 29 years old, male, single, and a truck driver. He was hired by others to run long distances for others.

The boss asked him to drive a large flatbed truck, the kind without railings, to deliver large pieces of glass to TJ Port. The journey was not far.

But something happened that time.

Because there is a section of the road that goes down the road, and that section of the provincial road is lined with factories and stuff.

In a factory, a trailer equipped with I-beams was reversing.

Zhang Wenyan stepped on the brakes.

The glass fell forward and fell on the cab.

The cab was deformed by a large glass window, and Zhang Wenyan died on the spot.

Because Zhang Wenyan was traveling out of town, and the ashes could not arrive home until the matters outside the city were settled.

After the ashes arrived home, they were buried quickly because the insurance paid out money and the boss of the logistics company also gave them money.

When the old lady talked about it, I didn't hear anything wrong.

I looked at Gu Yichen, who told me to wait a moment with his eyes.

But after the old lady finished speaking, she just cried and said nothing more. Moreover, she did not ask about the origin of the letter.

This makes no sense.

Things have reached a deadlock, what should we do?
I turned to look at Gu Yichen.The next second, Hu Yanzu took out the small can bottle directly from his pocket.

When the old woman wasn't paying attention, he put the cans and bottles directly on the coffee table.

"Unscrew the lid." Gu Yichen said.

I nodded and unscrewed the lid.

"Whoosh!" With a sound, the headless ghost came out.

He stood opposite the old woman, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.

It was obvious that he must be feeling very uncomfortable.

A few seconds later, he knelt directly in front of the old woman.

The old woman seemed to feel something and cried to me, "Girl, my son...has he come back?" Her chapped lips were trembling.

"Yes, yes." I nodded to the old woman.

Although Zhang Wenyan had no head, it could be seen that he kowtowed to the old woman several times.

Then he stood up, pointed to the letter paper at me, and made a gesture of writing.

I quickly took out a pen from my bag and handed it to him.

He started writing on the piece of paper again.

After he finished writing, we went over to take a look.

Ouch, I'm going.

What Zhang Wenyan wrote on the paper was: The ashes brought back are not mine.Dump the ashes and exchange them for this bead.

Gu Yichen, Hu Yanzu and I looked at each other in shock, not knowing what to say.

His mother cried even harder.

Crying and saying, "Son, the day your ashes were returned, I felt something was wrong. When the ashes came back, I couldn't feel your breath at all, and I didn't even dream about you. You are so young." , Mom can’t bear to leave you, you poor little kid...my son,"

The headless ghost Zhang Wenyan only stood there for a few seconds before returning to the Resentment Bead.

Gu Yichen asked me to close the lid of the can.

"Auntie, please express your condolences. Since Zhang Wenyan is back, the only thing left is to follow his instructions and let him return to his roots. You still have to live a good life." I advised Zhang Wenyan's mother.

"Hmm...wuwuwu..."

"We have other things to do, so we won't stay any longer." I said goodbye to Zhang Wenyan's mother.

"Well, okay, then let me see you off. Girl, you are a kind person." The old lady stood up and started to kneel down with a cane, "I will kneel down for you..."

"No, no need," I quickly helped Zhang Wenyan's mother, "To be honest, auntie, I discovered Zhang Wenyan's resentment in my grandmother. My grandmother is not in good health now, and I also want to gain more blessings for her. "

"Your grandma is a good person and will definitely live a long life."

When I came out of the alley on an electric tricycle, I felt a little sad.

As soon as I turned out of the alley and onto Jianshe Road, Gu Yichen, who was sitting in the passenger seat, grabbed my hand and said, "Momo, the cake you drew has not been realized yet."

"What kind of cake?" I whispered, "Looking at what you said, I'm not as bad as you said, I just have a bad memory."

"I have a bad memory, let me remind you," Gu Yichen chuckled, "Lao Hu and I haven't bought any clothes yet. Let's go to the mall and buy them. Can you afford it?"

"Yes!" I gritted my teeth, the words cracking out from between my teeth, "I knew you were poor and sophisticated. Look at how easy it is for Old Hu to get rid of you."

"I'm poor? How can I get rid of Lao Hu?" Gu Yichen's deep voice raised the pitch, "First, I'm not poor. Second, Lao Hu can't help it. He also wants to dress well."

(End of this chapter)