Paper horse incense shop

Chapter 348 Happy Life
There is no moon this night, and all the stars are gone.

Darkness is like thick ink that cannot be washed away.

In the apparently quiet and deserted community, there was a quiet and furtive sound in my ears.

This sound, which is similar to the chirping of insects in the wind, is actually very familiar to me. It is a cry of death.

The words of death are not passed through Xixiang's channeling and are transmitted to people's ears. This is the sound.

This community doesn't show any signs of water leakage during the day, but it turns out to be so scary at night. It seems quiet, but in fact, even the wind carries ghost whispers.
How many ghosts are there? !

Aren't you afraid that if you throw a stone, it will hit ten heads? If you count carefully, you will find nine ghosts and one person?

This kind of environment can be regarded as a huge 'cemetery'.

It's really a miracle that Yu Jiajia has lived here for nearly two years without any incident.

I pondered for a few seconds, took out a monocle made of folded paper from my bag, and put it on my eyes. Then I took out a handkerchief scented with rhino horn incense from the closed iron box, and put it in front of my nose. One puff——

Almost instantly, the entire community became lively.

Although he still looked like he was covered by dark clouds just now, the whispers of condolences no longer sounded in his ears, and the word "horror" did not match the situation at all.

Not far away, on the stone tables, chairs and benches, were a group of old men playing chess.

The old men wore well-cut shrouds, and their standard accessories were thick gold necklaces, thick gold rings, and shiny leather shoes.
If I read the flowers correctly, some of them even had very fashionable curls.

A group of people are all fashionable and sophisticated.

It's just that now this group of fashionable old people are quarreling over the next step. Several of them have already shown their ghost images and are quite ready to fight.

The fighting style is not like all the ghosts I have seen. Instead, he pulls hair, pulls gold chains, and spits.
One side was about to win, but the other side roared:
"How dare you hit me! I am your father's second uncle's aunt's third uncle!"

"It's wrong for me to call you daddy after you hit me. Your daddy didn't become a ghost and was reincarnated. I'll call your great-grandfather to come and treat you!"

These words were a powerful weapon, and the originally one-sided situation was suddenly reversed and became the other side's home court again.

The picture was so beautiful that I silently moved my gaze to the other side.

The situation on the other side didn't look much better.

On the other side is a female ghost wearing heavy makeup and dancing in the square.

The female ghosts here are even more colorful.

Perhaps because the era of death is different, and each era has its own aesthetics, the costumes of this group of square dancers are not uniform.

The appearance of death is also very different.

There was a female ghost who had obviously been tortured. She had nothing from the ankles down and no soles of her feet, but she was still physically disabled and had a strong will. She insisted on participating in the square dance.

Next door to her was a female ghost in a palace dress with big sleeves. With a flick of her sleeves, the tortured female ghost staggered around, just like playing bowling. She hit a bunch of people and ghosts before she could stop.

This group of ghosts immediately started complaining, and immediately some ghosts with higher prestige came to act as neighborhood committee aunts to come to regulate.
No wonder it is said that the whole world is a huge grass-roots team.

Just look at the environment of this community.
The world after death is probably just a grassroots team.

But the Caotai team is also better than the Caotai team, although I don’t know why so many ghosts gathered here and did not reincarnate.

But obviously, if there can be such an environment after death, the atmosphere
Then I am actually not that afraid of death.

After all, who doesn’t want to die as a bowling ball that can bump into ghosts?
With this thought in mind, Xu's lips showed a slight curve.

The group of old men who were having a scuffle saw me at some point.

A middle-aged male ghost voice said doubtfully:
"Has this little girl been standing here for a long time?" "What are you doing in a neighborhood full of ghosts at night? And you're even watching the square dance."

"Can she see us?"

As soon as these words came out, not only the chess player stopped, but also the female ghosts who were wandering around in the square stopped.

Dozens of cold eyes locked on me almost instantly.

This does not mean that they are hostile. I have experience that ghosts looking at people and walking through them will give them a cold feeling.

What's more, there are a lot of ghosts here, and it's normal to feel cold in the back.

I was silent for a few seconds, covered my mouth and coughed twice, pretending not to hear the sound on the other side, took two blank steps, stepped to the flower bed and pinched several bright flowers, and just stood there. On the roadside, I took out the white paper from my bag and bandaged it carefully.

The muttering behind him suddenly became speechless:
"Damn! A pretty little girl actually steals flowers! Shameless!"

"Forget it, you didn't raise her anyway. It's normal for a little girl to love beauty."

"Stealing flowers is not stealing, it's kind."

"My little sister is in such a mess and is making bouquets. She probably wants to see someone, so she has no money, so she can only make gifts like this. Just mind your own business, we can't make irresponsible remarks."

The delicate and soft female voice convinced everyone, and everything under the dark night became lively again.

I stood there, patiently gathering the bouquets in my hands, and tying them into a pretty good bunch. Then I left the square with satisfaction.

I came in a hurry, but fortunately this little incident reminded me that I didn't bring a gift.

This bouquet of flowers is just enough to give to Yu Jiajia.

Walking along the location in my memory, although there are many ghosts, there is almost no special danger.

I walked around and walked steadily all the way to the downstairs of the unit building.

I wanted to climb the stairs, but at some point the stairwell became the territory of five or six hanging ghosts.

A group of hanged men tied ropes to the railings and played on the swings between floors by their necks.
Spit and blood take off, which is another extreme and thrilling sport.

I only glanced at it and resolutely gave up climbing the stairs before the group of hanged ghosts saw me.

But this decision is full of troubles.

Because if you don’t take the stairs, you have to take the elevator.

I don't know if it's because I don't know how to use the elevator. There are no ghosts in the elevator, but there is a person.

A middle-aged man collapsed in the elevator, a middle-aged man with a look of horror on his face, almost out of his mind.

When I came to this community, it was already dark, and I spent some time in the square. It was already past ten o'clock.

At this time, people who have the habit of going to bed early have probably slept for a while. What makes a middle-aged man in pajamas and over fifty appear here?
What the hell.

I pressed the elevator door and asked softly:
"Uncle, do you want to come out?"

The middle-aged man was probably so frightened that it took him a long time to hear my words clearly. He tried several times but couldn't get up from the ground. He simply crawled out of the elevator and cried to me with snot and tears. :

"Little girl, call the police for me!"

"I bought a daughter-in-law, but my daughter-in-law only has half of her body!"

Punishment: cutting off the feet.

Yes, I can give you a little spoiler. The main plot of Yang Jinhua has not been completely completed yet. I don’t want to hear everyone say that her death was too hasty. I will be sad orz