C4 (1/2)

Plop!

Without any warning, she knelt in front of Faang Wei!

A golden light flashed as an authoritative voice boomed, ”There is righteousness in the world, heterogeneity is popular!”

A black rune was placed on the back of the female corpse.

At the same time, Faang Wei let out a stuffy snort and fainted.

It was only until late in the morning that the unconscious Faang Wei finally woke up. He discovered that he had returned to his bed, but his head still hurt as if it were about to explode. His mind couldn't help but recall everything that had happened yesterday: the shattered Frozen Mouse, the tightly pressed ghost girl …

He was even more doubtful: In the river in front of his home, how could countless ghosts suddenly appear, and the bridge which his grandfather had personally built, the bridge which he had walked on for more than ten years, become a bridge of life and death filled with bones, was all so real, yet because it surpassed all of Faang Wei's life experiences, it was so terrifying that it was like a nightmare.

When he raised his hand, he realized that all ten of his fingers had been wrapped in white silk, and his mind was filled with the frightening scene from last night. Faang Wei couldn't help but shiver, and the female ghost that escaped from the black coffin took one last look at him when he was at the riverside, and the fear in her eyes appeared before his eyes without any forewarning.

”If she was a female corpse, why would she be afraid of me? Am I scarier than a ghost? Then who exactly am I? ” Countless questions circled in Faang Wei's mind, torturing him until his head hurt. Just as he was lost in thought, Fang Geyin pushed open the door and brought a bowl of steaming hot chicken soup in front of Faang Wei. When Faang Wei saw his grandfather, he quickly explained everything that had happened last night to him in detail, causing Fang Geyin to speak first: ”Brat, you didn't sleep well last night, and actually ended up sleepwalking around by the river. If it wasn't for me finding out in time, you would have already fallen into the river and drowned!”

”Sleepwalking?” Was this all a dream? ”Faang Wei didn't believe it, because he clearly remembered that the ghost girl's eyes were like her own. And my hand... ”It's true that he's injured …” Faang Wei looked at his hands that were wrapped in white cloth. The evidence was as solid as a mountain, he didn't know why his grandfather would lie to him.

”Grandpa, yesterday, I really saw that female corpse getting up from the coffin!” Faang Wei touched his head with fear still lingering in his heart, and said, ”Moreover, she, she chased after me last night to eat me … And he held me and bit off my tongue. ”

”If a ghost were to bite your tongue off, would you still be able to speak?” Fang Geyin laughed, ”Alright, child. From today onwards, you should go to sleep early and stop thinking too much before going to bed. Otherwise, if you continue to sleep in the future, I might not be able to save you. I won't live for long with just my bones. You have to make me calm down tonight, okay? ”

Faang Wei stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips. As expected, other than the tip of his tongue feeling a little numb, there really aren't any major problems. Could it be that I was just sleepwalking last night and had a nightmare? ”

”Alright, alright. Drink the chicken soup and come find me in the living room. Don't tell me you've forgotten what I told you yesterday?”

”Yes!” Grandfather said that he's going to take me to get rid of the corpses today! ” Faang Wei was instantly excited. He tossed the events that happened last night to the back of his mind. No matter what, being able to cultivate Zhuyou Techniques and walking about like the disciples were things that he had always dreamed of. Nothing was more exciting than the prospect of a long journey.

Faang Wei lifted the bowl and drank all the chicken soup in one go. He paused for a moment after drinking it. Strange, I usually find chicken soup to be very delicious, why is this bowl so tasteless? But Faang Wei was currently immersed in his great excitement, and did not notice this insignificant detail. He jumped off the bed, put on his clothes and ran into the living room.

When Faang Wei came to the hall, his grandfather was smoking his old smoke gun. The coffin that gave Faang Wei a nightmarish vibe lay unharmed in the middle of the hall, the return home lamp was still flashing with a weak light. Faang Wei hesitated for a moment, but in his heart, an inexplicable chill surged out, causing him to feel a little scared. But when he saw that his grandfather was present, ”It's clear again, I'm afraid that the evil spirits won't be able to cause trouble”, he mustered his courage and walked to Fang Geyin's side.

When my grandfather saw Faang Wei walking over, he put down the tobacco pouch and took down three sticks of incense from the shrine.

Faang Wei raised his head to look at the offerings on the shrine. A monster that looked neither human nor ghost, with a green face and fangs, asked in confusion, ”Other people's homes either serve Guan Yin, Bodhisattva, Old Lord Taishang, or the ancestral tablets, or Chairman Mao. What are we offering here?”