A hideous face jumped into my eyes unexpectedly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I subconsciously kicked her away, and she quickly floated in front of me again.

Two scarlet eyes stuck to her dark face, protruding eyeballs were dripping red liquid, and weed-like hair swept across my face with her movements.

The thought of something like this pressing on me just now made me feel a little chill in my heart. What annoyed me the most was that no matter how much I tried to chase her and kick her, she would eventually come back to me like a ghost, less than a fist away from me.

I tried to cast a spell to fight her off, but she didn't do me any real harm, and I couldn't find a reason to fight back.

I looked at the gentleman aggrievedly. He was leaning diagonally against the wall in his loose robe, his hands around his chest, looking like he was watching a show.

"What is she, sir?"

"Ghosts."

"Sir, I know she's a ghost, and you know what I'm asking, so I want to ask her why...... Why ......"

A flash of inspiration flashed through my mind, and I remembered what my husband had said before I fell asleep.

"Qin Yiren, don't sleep yet, you will have a visitor tonight, you better cheer up."

"Remember the human who committed suicide? She touched you before she died, and she was contaminated with your aura, and it is very likely that her ghost will come to you on the third day, tonight. ”

"If you're pressed by her, she'll follow you for the next four days until her first seven."

"Qin Yiren, are you listening?"

"Qin Yiren!"

At that time, I was so focused on sleeping that I only knew what my husband was saying in my ear, and I didn't pay attention to what he was talking about. I didn't expect that my husband had already reminded me that I didn't realize it, so what reason do I have to complain about him?

"Sir, is this a ghost? Will I face her like this for the next few days, or will I carry her behind my back? ”

"Hmm."

The gentleman only replied lightly, but I always felt that the gentleman was snickering. It has become a great pleasure for my husband to see me make a fool of myself, and I have nothing to say.

I stole a sneak glance at that miserable face with my peripheral vision, and my heart was in tears at the thought of spending the next few days with her.

But I've never been one to rest on my laurels, and I'm going to find a way to solve it.

I got out of bed, tried my best to ignore the ghost lying on my back, and threw myself at my husband, trying to hold him as I normally would. Unexpectedly, when I was about to throw myself into his arms, I pounced.

Is this disgusting to me, sir?

Good grievance.

I don't know if it's my delusion, but just a moment, I feel the weight on my back increase.

"If you rush to get rid of her, she'll get heavier and heavier."

"I ......"

I wanted to cry without tears.

Can I only accept her with joy?

"Sir, are you willing?"

"What?"

"Are you willing to bully me like this?"

"Humph! This is the consequence of your ignoring my words, and it will be up to you to think about sleeping in the future. ”

"Sir, you are naïve!"

“……”

"You're stingy!"

“……”

No matter what I say, the gentleman is indifferent. In a sense, Mr. is really ruthless, and he is the same for everyone.

After tossing and turning for most of the night, I also had to rest my thoughts. It's just that I couldn't sleep anymore, so I had to sit down cross-legged and practice tuna and exercises.

Probably because of the ghost on my back, I had more difficulty practicing, as if something was blocking the communication between me and the aura of heaven and earth, and I was already at the bottleneck of the second layer of foundation building, and now I couldn't break through it more and more.

The gentleman lay down on my bed and slept peacefully, and I was blushing for a while. Instead, it was the penguin monster who opened the refrigerator door in the middle of the night and staggered towards me, putting down a bottle of yogurt.

It's not without benefit to raise a monster who eats idle meals, and at a critical time, it's still a little conscious of being a guest.

I continued to practice with my eyes closed, and in a hazy way I heard people arguing and the sound of things being broken.

"Juanzi, come here, don't follow your dead ghost dad. He smoked or drank all day, and if I hadn't raised him, he would have died long ago. Juanzi, if you follow him, you will feel better. ”

"Mengyun, don't involve children in matters between adults, Juanzi, you go back to the room first."

"What's back to the room? Are you scared? Juanzi, look at it, this is your wretched father, I was blind to fall in love with him at the beginning. Keep your eyes open and look at it, don't be blind when you grow up in the future, and take a fancy to such a thing! ”

"Mengyun, you ......"

The two adults were arguing there and throwing things.

The little girl, who was only six or seven years old, was at a loss and could only be passively pushed around. The woman tried to pull the little girl over, but before she could stand still, she fell to the ground, her immature hand pressing on the cigarette butt that had not yet been extinguished.

The little girl didn't cry, she glanced at her red hand, and then took the initiative to press her hand on the cigarette butt. She was smiling, the corners of her mouth curling in an eerie arc.

Until the man found out that the little girl had fallen and her hands were burned by cigarette butts, he quickly carried her to the kitchen and rinsed her hands with cold water.

The quarrel outside continued, while the little girl was locked up in her room.

She sat on the ground and let go of the fist she had been clenching, the cigarette butt in her palm already twisted.

She took out a box of matches from a small drawer in the room, and her little white hands were dyed red with the matches, but they still did not light them.

The matchsticks all over the floor, the reverberating sound of "rubbing", the silence and sadness of the room.

The little girl finally lit the last match, lit the cigarette butt, put it in her mouth tremblingly, took a puff, and choked on coughing and tears.

The little girl of six or seven years old, smoking like an adult, spits out smoke like a demon, gradually corroding her young mind.

As the picture turns, the little girl grows up, and her addiction to smoking grows. Her parents eventually found out that she smoked, but she couldn't quit.

She is often home alone, heating up the leftovers from the previous meal and serving them as a main meal. Once she knocked over a jar of ketchup, and her father came back in the middle of the night and was startled by her bloody face and rushed her to the hospital. Later, I learned that it was not blood, it was ketchup.

From then on, she fell in love with ketchup, and when her parents found out, they bought boxes and boxes of them at home, until later, she didn't even eat the main meal, and ketchup became all her source of nutrition.

……

……

The next morning, I went listlessly to wash. When I saw me in the mirror, I almost didn't recognize myself.

There was a blue shadow under my eyes, my hair was unkempt, my face and body were stained blood-red, and the red eyes of the black-faced ghost were dripping red liquid dripping onto my pajamas.

If it weren't for the sweet and sour smell I could have almost thought I was wearing a blood-soaked garment.

The taste was none other than ketchup.

Ketchup came out of a demon's eyes, and I felt that my three views had suffered an unprecedented crisis.

Partridge said

Ijin: I feel like I'll never be able to look directly at ketchup again.

Meng Yue: Well, well, it's delicious, the ketchup here is good, buy more next time.

Yiren: Silly Moon, the sauce you ate was blood coming out of the ghost's eyes.

Moe Yue: Hmm... Bah... Oh, it's delicious... Well... It's too windy, girl, what did you just say? I didn't hear you.

Iren: I said, your ticket has been cleared.

Moetsuki: What, O... Not... Bah... This can... No, friends, who can give me a vote... Belch~