Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

"Cuckoo..."

"What are you two kiddos doing across the bridge?"

The whole ghost immediately froze in place, and kept winking at Hong Yi, motioning him not to speak.

"Lord Hashihime... We passed by... Passed by..." The whole ghost said as he slowly moved under the bridge.

"Passing by? It used to be the place of Sadako-sama... Are you going to find Sadako-sama? Haha..." There was another woman's laughter from under the bridge.

Then a splash of water sounded.

The black river supported a woman in a big red kimono, slowly appearing on the water beside the bridge.

The woman's every move is graceful and elegant, holding the orchid finger, and every time she takes a step, the river below instantly turns into a lotus flower, and she walks onto the bridge with force.

"Have you seen my husband?" Qiao Ji covered her mouth and chuckled.

"No... no..." The whole ghost lowered his head and shook his head like a rattle.

Hong Yi also frowned, don't look away.

No wonder the ghost told him in advance not to look up at Qiao Ji's face.

Amitabha……

The poor monk is a little nauseous!

This special face is full of small black holes, with maggots crawling in and out constantly, a collapsed nose, and everted lips.

What kind of thing did he have to be when he was born, so that he could grow into such a shocking face.

So what about your husband?

Do you have a partner?

Qiaoji raised her orchid fingers, gently lifted a book of dripping hair, and said softly, "What are you doing with your heads down? Look up at me..."

The whole ghost raised his head stiffly.

"vomit……"

I saw that he immediately covered his mouth tightly and swallowed again.

Hong Yi was stunned as he watched his amazing operation.

Ruthless!

This is swallowed?

The ghost full of desire to survive let out a long sigh of relief, then immediately lowered his head and said, "Qiaoji...Sir, we haven't met your husband..."

"Then why don't you look up at me, is Qiaoji already old? Isn't she beautiful?" Qiaoji frowned, and suddenly a few maggots fell.

The whole person was crying with a sad face, raised his head, looked at her, and tried his best to keep his mouth closed.

"What about you? Do you think that Qiao Ji is not beautiful enough?" Qiao Ji took lotus steps and came to Hong Yi's side.

Suddenly, an indescribable stench struck.

The whole person next to him kept pulling on Hong Yi's clothes and kept winking.

Hong Yi frowned and turned his face away.

"Chuck... Interesting! A kid..."

"Don't you dare look at me?"

"Then you can stay with me, okay?"

Hashihime then moved to Hong Yi's side and turned her disgusting face straight to Hong Yi.

Hong Yi couldn't bear it anymore, all the maggots crawled on the poor monk.

"vomit……"

"Amitabha, it stinks to death... vomit!"

"Why, you're in the river all day, so you can't take pictures? What's wrong?"

"If you don't sell chickens well, look for the husband of chicken feathers! Fuck..."

While lying on the wooden bridge, Hong Yi kept spitting up, and he couldn't help but swear.

It's really deceiving...

The poor monk doesn't want to talk to you, isn't it exciting?

"You... you... dare to call me ugly?" Qiao Ji touched her face, and in an instant, several maggots fell, and she looked at Hong Yi in disbelief.

How dare a little devil call himself ugly?

For so many years, no one dared to speak to him in such a tone.

I am afraid that the last one has already melted into the bones.

"Poor... I just said what's wrong with you being ugly? Ugly B!" Hong Yi almost revealed his secret as soon as he opened his mouth, and hurriedly changed his tone and cursed:

"Let's not talk about your face, look at... vomit..."