In order to put aside the relationship with a man, the woman's family asked the woman to divorce the man and marry another man.

If a woman doesn't follow her, her family will force her.

A woman is a very traditional woman. Under such humiliation, she chose to kill herself in the mirror in the backstage of the opera troupe.

When the man heard about this, he was depressed and beaten to death in a beating.

A woman created a world that belongs only to her own, with stages and audiences inside, but only her husband does not like her.

She began to search. She looked for men and women. If she couldn't find her, she would get angry, and if she got angry, she would kill people.

In such a vicious cycle, many people are pulled into the world of women when they look in the mirror at night and are then killed.

Until a man appears.

The man was wearing a black suit-like dress, singing the tunes she often sang to the Langjun, and at the same time sent death to her heart.

A woman spent her whole life singing opera, and after her death, her heart also turned into a paint brush. After being taken out by the man, she naturally dissipated.

But before it dissipated, the woman was still worried.

Her husband, she has been waiting on the Naihe Bridge for so long, why hasn't he shown up?

Her husband, she has been waiting by the Wangchuan River for so long, why has he not appeared?

Her husband, did he drink Mengpo soup? Have you forgotten everything?

All of this doesn't matter now.

She also wants to forget everything.

Those who have no reincarnation forget everything.

(End of this article)

To be honest, I really should post a talisman in the house I rented.

Otherwise, you can really come in with anything.

Anyway, the above are my current psychological activities.

It should be midnight now. I should be sleeping normally, but I slept very hard. Now I have my eyes open and my face is facing the sky-top.

My eyes were full of messy hair, and I could see everything between the messy hair, maggots, garbage, and even the corpse of a bird. The messy hair was covered with a yellow face, like a hundred-year-old rotten wood, and there was a pair of eyes with rotten flesh on that face. The flesh was rolling and the stinking blood was constantly dripping. Below I also saw her wearing a long but loose maternity outfit, with a deep hole in her raised belly, and I could even see the blood-red intestines inside.

"My child, where is my child..." she cried, but her expression was very distorted.

I subconsciously swallowed, but soon I realized that I was already dry and irritable. It was a little...too close...

"My child! Where is my child?" She suddenly stretched out her hand and pinched her hard on my neck - it seems that I still have to post a talisman on myself - I am very sure that if I answered a word no, I would go to God to play with it immediately.

"I'm going to... suffocate..." I admit that I seemed to have been infected by the president's idiot cells. Faced with such a ghost mother, I actually want to say this.

I was stunned when I saw her, but the strength in my hands did not decrease at all.

"My child..." After a while, when I was about to die, she suddenly let go of her hand, knelt on my bed, and covered her face with her hands. I saw a smelly blood falling from her fingers, "Where is my child...he is still so young..."

I was panting, but I couldn't help rolling my eyes. Yes, it was so small... I even lost him with you in your belly, right...

"You have to help me find him!" She suddenly caught off guard and reached out and grabbed my shoulder. The twisted and ferocious face made me look uncomfortable. "You have to help me find him! My child...my child!"

Oh, hey... Do you want me to help find your own child if you can't even take good care of it...What should I find? Bottle or pacifier?

Anyway, I was threatened to take her to the ghost newspaper.

When the president saw me, he was watching TV in the inner room - although I don't know why he didn't sleep so late. The idiot turned his head calmly and glanced at me, and glanced at the ghost mother behind me - or in a certain direction - like that, and then I saw him spitting out a mouthful of old blood uneasy.

"Emma, ​​why are you so crazy? You are so crazy? There is no benefit in helping this thing!" He was about to jump up when he said this.

"Do you think I want to... people have come to the door... If you want to see my body appear in your house, you can help." I found that I was a little calmer than the two of them.

Because while the president jumped up, I heard a creepy scream from behind - or in a certain direction, and then a pair of dry hands instantly pinched my neck: "Ghost Sense!! You did it on purpose! You want Ghost Sense to capture me!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Well, I saw the ghost department again... Could it be that the ghost department is the underworld?

I saw the president's face turn pale.

Is it because the ghost mother said he was a ghost minister or because I was about to have Owen...

"Look......" I don't know where I got my leisure, and I dare to make fun of it like this, "That's it... I was... wanted... cough cough... threatened..."

"I'll let you go in three seconds." The president's voice was very cold, and I began to be scared again.

Just like last time in that mirror world, such a president is like the god of death.

Or even more terrifying than the god of death.

I felt behind me - this time I was sure that my hand was coming from behind me - the ghost mother hesitated and slowly relaxed her hand in fear.

"Cough cough cough..." Breathing with cough is a bad idea. Anyway, I almost got Owen. The feeling of lack of oxygen in my body made my legs weak and I fell directly to the ground. After the president dragged me to the bed like a dog, I saw the president sitting calmly on the head of the bed again and watching TV.

Although it seems that there are snowflakes floating on it for thousands of miles.

"So your purpose?" The president squinted his eyes and looked at the ghost mother opposite him with an angry and fearful look on his face.

"My child...my child is gone...I want my child..." The ghost mother cried, as if she had forgotten that the man in front of her was so scared that she had just been.

"Your child..." the president repeated, suddenly raised his eyebrows with a strange expression and glanced at the ghost mother gently, "Why did you lose him?"

The ghost mother was speechless and said slowly after a while:

－"My name is Liu Shulan... I died of dysfunction... My child has not lived the next day... After death, we have been lying in the grave. We originally wanted to wait for the Guisi..." When he said this, Liu Shulan looked at the president sternly.

－"... Take us away... But for some reason, the Guisi has never been here... But the day before yesterday, a group of tomb robbers came to the cemetery and dug my grave by accident... There was a Taoist priest among them. When he saw my child, he said that he had a good physique for refining ghosts. He sealed me and snatched my child away... I have been looking for my child, but for three days, I searched for three days but couldn't find it... Later I found that girl..." She gestured to her with her eyes and said to me.

- "Can handle some ghost things... I just wondered if she could help me find my child...so...so I..."

The president rolled his eyes and threw a pillow over his back hand: "Just say you are too high-profile? Can't you learn to be low-key after so long? Alas, look at me, although he is as handsome as a jade tree as a handsome and elegant as a god, how low-key am I? Do you know if I learn it?"

"Actually, I'm just too ugly and no one likes to watch it." I muttered in a low voice, and then I saw an arrow that seemed to stab the president's heart.

After looking back at me with grievance, the president turned to look at the ghost mother in the corner: "I said, if you want someone to help you, there is no need to kill her, right? Besides, asking for help is a gift, but you almost killed her?" As I said that, I saw the president winking at the ghost mother in an extremely despicable way.

The ghost mother hesitated for a while, and seemed to have not reacted. The corners of the president's mouth twitched and jumped towards the ghost mother, sneaking and saying something in the ghost mother's ear.

I saw the ghost mother hesitant, as if she was a little timid, but the president didn't know what to say again, so the ghost mother gritted her teeth and nodded and agreed.

This lunatic...will she be asked to sell herself...I shivered. It's impossible...I'm evil...

It’s all the blame for the president, which makes my heart become impure.

After getting the affirmation, the president immediately turned around in a daze, snapped his fingers, and said, "Let's go, crazy, let's go find the Taoist priest to ask for people - to ghosts."

I stared at the president for a while and fell head-on on the bed: "I'm dead... I just died..."

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay to be a bait." The president generously reached out and grabbed my collar, dragged me out of the bed like a dog-dead dog.

Well, no, why do I like to say that I am a dead dog so much... Well, I need to get closer to the president, and my IQ will be pulled to the same level by him.

I don’t know how long I had rolled on the ground, but when the president loosened my collar, the first thing I did was to pull the president and beat him up.

"Shh..." The ghost mother turned around impatiently.

Only then did I have time to see where I am now.

forest.

That’s right, all Taoist priests like to live in the deep mountains and forests.

"You know he's inside, you're still coming to us..." I covered my face and said dullly. I can't understand her logic...

"It was not what I found." The ghost mother curled her lips and swept her eyes to the dead dog president on the ground, with a gloating look in her eyes, "He found it."

"Okay..." I turned around and walked into the woods, "Pretend to death, if you pretend to be me, you will really die."

Then I heard a huge bounce sound, and then there were rapid and sometimes unpredictable footsteps behind me.

The forest is not big, but it is very dark. Because it is midnight now, there is no moon or stars.

The narrow and long road looks a bit ethereal at night. It may be that the lantern hung by the Taoist priest illuminated the road ahead, but it was not very clear, but it added a terrifying color. What's more, there was a ghost mother who described it as terrifying, and a president whose footsteps were incredibly light.
Chapter completed!