The spoon fell to the ground and broke in half, and Yuehan bent down to pick it up. She held the spoon thoughtfully, her thumb sliding gently over the broken spot, leaving a red wound. Wanli looked at Yuehan in a daze, and then at her bleeding hands.

"Yuehan, Yuehan."

Hearing Wanli call her, Yuehan came back to her senses and said.

"Wanli, what's wrong?"

Wanli pointed to her bleeding hand, and Yuehan hurriedly put the spoon aside, and then pressed it against the wound with her other hand. Wanli sighed, walked over, and grabbed Yuehan's hand. The other hand skillfully tore off the corner of the sticker, stuck to Yuehan's wound, and said.

"We are all in fear of our lives."

Wanli felt Yuehan's hand shake in her hand, Yuehan withdrew her hand, slowly smoothed out the band-aid, and said.

"Who made us all fall in love with men who were born to be nosy."

Wanli smiled and said.

"If you're worried, he'll call him. You can still fight, I can't fight if I want to. ”

Yuehan took Wanli's hand, shook her head and said.

"I'm sure Fang Fan will be fine."

Wanli stopped talking, and then nodded. They were like two beggars who depended on each other for their lives. Begging for peace from the heavens, and begging from the heavens for miracles.

At the same time, at the Rosefang Hotel in Shishui Village, Fang Fan walked out of the bathroom comfortably after taking a bath. He wiped his body as he continued to look at the red ghost head on his chest in the mirror. Ever since he defeated Nightmare and taken away from it, this ghost has appeared in him. What's even more strange is that the lengyan mantra on his body is fading little by little, and it is difficult for him to imagine what will happen when the lengyan mantra is completely gone.

Just as Fang Fan was stunned, there was a knock on the door. He put on his coat and said.

"Who?"

"It's me."

This voice seemed to be Su Shuang, Fang Fan asked in a low voice.

"Su Shuang?"

There was a soft answer outside the door. Fang Fan opened the door and saw Su Shuang standing at the door with a cup of ginger tea, Su Shuang said.

"It's cloudy and humid here, I've got some ginger tea for you."

"Thank you. I'll drink it in a minute. ”

Fang Fan took the ginger tea in Su Shuang's hand and put it aside, he saw that Su Shuang was still standing at the door, as if he had something to say, Fang Fan asked.

"Would you like to come in and sit down?"

Su Shuang nodded, and Fang Fan sideways made a way for her. After Su Shuang came in, Fang Fan closed the door and asked.

"What's wrong?"

"What did my dad say to you?"

"I didn't say anything. He told me when the meal was going to be served, and said he could have a few drinks with me when he was fine. ”

Su Shuang suddenly had a relieved expression, and Fang Fan asked with a smile.

"What's wrong? Is there anything that can't be said? ”

"No, no. I'll go out first and get busy. ”

After that, Su Shuang got up to leave, Fang Fan shouted.

"Stop, I have something to ask you."

Su Shuang stopped and asked.

"What?"

"I guess you guessed, right?"

"Do you mean to talk about my father?"

Fang Fan nodded and said.

"A discerning person sees that he is not your father, but you are more like his sister. Can you tell me what's going on? ”

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps going up the stairs outside, Su Shuang immediately made a silent gesture, and then stood at the door and said loudly.

"If you need anything else, please call me again."

Fang Fan glanced at the staircase, and saw that the young man was walking up just now, so he also said loudly.

"I see, thank you."

Fang Fan took out a piece of banknote and quickly wrote something on it, stuffed it into Su Shuang's hand, and said.

"Here's your tip."

Su Shuang hurriedly excused himself.

"We don't want this here, you can take it back."

Just then the young man came over and saw that they were talking to each other, so he asked.

"What's wrong?"

Su Shuang said.

"Dad, I just brought this guest a cup of ginger tea, and he has to tip me."

The young man smiled and said to Fang Fan.

"Our small place, from time to time, you might as well take it back."

Fang Fan insisted on giving it and said.

"This is a reward for your service, and a reward for this girl, and it must be accepted."

The young man smiled and said.

"Since the guest said so, then you can take it."

Su Shuang turned to the money in Fang Fan's hand and then whispered thank you, the young man said.

"Then you can rest, we won't bother, I'll let her come up and call you later at dinner."

"I'm tired."

After closing the door, the young man glanced at Su Shuang and motioned for her to go downstairs. Su Shuang walked briskly down the stairs, rubbing his hands back and forth in his pockets. Su Shuang returned to the back of the table and waited for his father to come down from upstairs.

The young man came to the first floor, looked at Su Shuang with a cold look in his eyes, and then spread his palms in front of her and said.

"Bring it."

Su Shuang hurriedly handed the tip given by Fang Fan to the young man from his pocket. He took the note and looked back and forth a few times, and said.

"Go in and make dinner for your mother."

Su Shuang opened the curtain and went in, just in time to see the young and beautiful mother cutting his wrist with a blade, and the blood flowed down the wound into the stew for dinner. After Su Shuang saw it, he sighed. Her voice was heard by her mother, who walked up to her. Mother looks like Su Shuang's sister, she said.

"Xiao Shuang, what's wrong?"

"I don't think it's appropriate."

Mother sneered and said.

"What's inappropriate?"

As she spoke, her mother approached Su Shuang, and a faint killing intent flashed in her eyes. Su Shuang stopped talking, lowered his head and focused on brushing the dishes in the pool. Mother turned back to the stove and picked up the spoon and stirred it slowly in the stew, blood flowing down the spoon into the pot.

The bell rang at six o'clock, and there was a sound of bells in the lobby on the first floor, and the young man looked up at the watch on the wall and said.

"Xiao Shuang, go and ask the guests to eat."

"Oh."

Su Shuang was just about to go upstairs, and the young man reminded again.

"Don't say what you shouldn't say."

After Su Shuang listened, he went straight upstairs. When the door opened, Fang Fan rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked.

"What's wrong?"

"Eat."

With that, Su Shuang turned around and went downstairs. Sure enough, the young man stood at the top of the stairs and eavesdropped. Su Shuang's performance made him very satisfied, and when he saw Fang Fan coming down, he immediately bowed his hand respectfully and said.

"How's your rest?"

Fang Fan stretched and said.

"It's very comfortable. I thought I would not be able to sleep because it was too wet, but I wanted to fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. ”

"That's good, that's good. The meals are all ready, and I have prepared something nice for you. ”

Fang Fan asked with interest.

"What?"

The young man took out a glass bottle without a trademark from behind him, shook it in his hand, and then opened the cap and put it under Fang Fan's nose, motioning for him to smell it. As soon as Fang Fan smelled it, a strong aroma of wine went straight to the cranial cavity.

"Good wine, good wine."

With that, he took out a wad of banknotes and handed it to the young man, and said.

"This is my food bill, not enough to talk about."

The young man took the banknote and immediately said with a smile.

"Thank you for the meal. Come on, come on, the food won't taste good when it's cold. ”

Fang Fan followed the young man to the dining table, there were three pairs of dishes and chopsticks on the table, and in the middle was a large pot of stew, with a faint red layer floating on the vegetable soup, and a few small cold dishes next to it. Fang Fan asked.

"Why are there only three pairs of chopsticks? Could it be that I'm a private seat? ”

"No, no, no, you're mistaken. The little girl has never seen the world and doesn't understand the rules, so she won't be allowed to serve at the table. ”

Hearing this, Fang Fan's heart suddenly dawned, and then he smiled. At this time, a sexy and enchanting, young and beautiful woman sat next to Fang Fan, and the young man hurriedly introduced.

"This is my wife. I'm too drunk to drink, so let her have a few glasses with you. ”

"As long as there is wine, it doesn't matter who accompanies me."

Su Shuang's mother poured a glass of wine and handed it to Fang Fan, saying.

"I'm a country woman who hasn't seen the world, so please forgive me if there is any conflict."

After that, the woman glanced at Fang Fan like a hook in her eyes, if it was an ordinary person, she would definitely think about it, but Fang Fan was vigilant by nature. When the woman looked at him, he immediately glanced at the young man again, and saw the young man smiling at him flatteringly. Fang Fan smiled, raised his wine glass and said.

"It's okay, we're happy."

With that, he touched the woman's wine glass, and then drank all the wine in the glass. Su Shuang watched Fang Fan and his parents push cups and change lamps from the gap in the curtain of the back kitchen, chatting happily. The woman also leaned over to Fang Fan's side from time to time, although Fang Fan did not reject, he would always skillfully keep a fist distance from the woman.

The wine has passed three rounds, and the dishes have passed five flavors. Fang Fan looked at the clock on the wall and said.

"It's not early, it's time for me to go back to my room."

The young man got up and said.

"Then you go back and rest early, and if you have anything to do, just tell me."

"Then there are two Lao."

After drinking the last glass of wine, Fang Fan staggered up the stairs, and after entering the room, he fell headlong on the bed. His hand rummaged through his pocket, and after a while he took a white pill from his pocket and threw it into his mouth. Not long after the pills entered her stomach, she rushed to the toilet and vomited frantically, vomiting all the food and wine she had just eaten, and there was a strong smell in the bathroom. Fang Fan woke up as soon as he walked out of the bathroom, and said to himself.

"Jianyue's medicine really works, any wine can solve it."

Unexpectedly, there was a knock on the door at this time, and after a long time, Fang Fan pretended to be drunk and asked.

"Who?"

The delicate voice outside the door said.

"It's me."

Fang Fan got up and walked to the door to open the door, and saw Su Shuang's mother standing outside the door. Fang Fan leaned against the door and asked.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

The woman gently pushed Fang Fan away, went straight into the house, and said.

"I'm here to clean up your room."

Fang Fan smiled and said.

"I didn't ask you to clean up the room."

The woman had already taken off her high heels and threw them aside, and the curve of her back was just right outlined by the cheongsam. She plucked the hairpin on the top of her head, and her long, silky hair fell like a waterfall. The woman turned around, and at this time the button at her collar had been unbuttoned, faintly revealing her white and tender skin, Fang Fan said.

"Does the room need to be cleaned up like this now?"

"Isn't that what the guests need?"

Fang Fan smiled sinisterly, and then leaned over to the woman's side, Kong Wu's powerful arms grabbed the woman's slender waist hard, and then sniffed deeply at her neck, the fresh and elegant perfume smell was like a dessert after the main course, which made people want to stop. The bumpy body rubbed back and forth on Fang Fan's chest like a pot of flames, and the woman let out a clear and heavy gasping sound, and just as she was about to go further, Fang Fan suddenly said in her ear.

"Actually, I'm gay."

With that, Fang Fan immediately pulled out of the woman's side and came to the door of the room. He opened the door with one hand and made a gesture of please with the other. The woman's face suddenly turned blue and white, she picked up the high heels on the ground, and walked away angrily, when she walked to the door, the woman squinted at Fang Fan and said.

"You'll regret it."

Fang Fan smiled faintly and closed the door. Time passed minute by minute, and Fang Fan lay on the bed waiting for the agreed time. Suddenly, the originally dark street lit up, and several street lamps stood in the night like awakened warriors, Fang Fan looked at the time, it was now nine o'clock in the evening. He remembers that the supermarket owner said that the power would be cut off after 12 p.m., so why was the light still on in just three hours?

Fang Fan looked out the window with suspicious eyes, the previously quiet street suddenly became lively, and all kinds of stores inexplicably appeared on the street, which he had never seen before. Although Fang Fan was suspicious, he was more curious at this time, he put on his clothes, and specially brought a cap and a mask, although no one here knew him except for Su Shuang's family, he still felt that it was better to be careful.

Fang Fan tiptoed down the stairs, and when he reached the hall, he looked around to make sure that Su Shuang's parents were not there before he walked out of the hotel. After seeing the way Su Shuang got along with her parents during the day, Fang Fan felt some clues, but now he couldn't tell the reason.

When he went out, Fang Fan looked up at the bright neon around him, and it was not lively when people came and went. The curtains of several nightclub-like doors are constantly accepting drunk men at some unknown point, and their laughter is like a lark on a branch, but after listening closely, it is like the murmur of the deceased.

Fang Fan glanced back at the door of the hotel and found that it was still Rosefang, but Rosewood was missing a king's word. Fang Fan was startled at first, then smiled faintly and said to himself.

"Bluffing."

He strolled along the street, and before he knew it, he came to the square in the morning, and the scenery around him had not changed, except for the supermarket. Fang Fan remembered the location of the supermarket, there was a stall selling fruit there at this time, he walked over and picked up an apple and asked.

"How do you sell this?"

"Three million pounds."

Fang Fan looked at the vendor dumbfounded and said.

"Three million? Are you sick? ”

"Dude, this is already the cheapest, why don't you go to someone else's house and ask?"

Fang Fan scolded in a low voice.

"Neuropathy."

After a while, Fang Fan saw the person selling cold drinks next to him, he walked over and asked.

"How do you sell this?"

"Five million bottles."

Fang Fan pointed to the stall selling fruit next to him and said.

"Are you two colluding?"

The vendor selling cold drinks glared at Fang Fan and ignored him. Fang Fan continued to walk forward, many stalls were hung with various signs, but the prices on them were astronomical. Fang Fan muttered to himself in confusion.

"Is this island all crazy?"

Fang Fan walked around the island for a long time, and suddenly he saw a familiar face in the crowd, that person was selling clothes, and his loud voice was very different from his previous persona. Fang Fan walked over and looked at him, and the other party was also looking at Fang Fan. Suddenly, the other party said excitedly.

"Fang Fan, why are you here."

Fang Fan was still holding on to the fluke mentality of whether it would be his mistake just now, but now the other party directly called out his name, which didn't seem to be what he thought. But he still said with a little speculation.

"Are you Mo Zhu?"

The other party smiled and patted Fang Fan's shoulder vigorously and said.

"That's me. How? How long has it been since I remembered? ”

Fang Fan said with a puzzled expression.

"No, it's not. Aren't you dead? ”

"yes."

Fang Fan was even more confused, he scratched his head and said.

"Then why am I here?"

Mo Zhu handed Fang Fan a cigarette and asked.

"Didn't it happen very quickly?"

"What's fast?"

"That's when you die. I also came here to find out, and if people die quickly, they don't know they're dead. Even if you become a ghost, it will take a long time to get used to it. ”

"What? You mean I'm dead? ”

Mo Zhu spread his hands and looked at Fang Fan and said.

"Or else?"

Fang Fan frowned and looked at Mo Zhu, and he then asked.

"Wait, do you know what this place is?"

Fang Fan was stunned for a moment, and then said.

"Isn't this a wading village?"

"It's a wading village, yes, but do you know what it's called?"

"What?"

"Ghost Town."

Fang Fan became more and more puzzled and asked.

"What's a ghost town?"

"It's a ghost town. The people you see now are actually ghosts, living here, waiting for the opportunity to go to the underworld to be reincarnated. ”

"When will there be another ghost town?"

"I also found out after I had been dead for a while. I belonged to the horizontal death at the beginning, and I didn't accept it below, so I had to become a lonely ghost. Later, I was introduced by other ghosts to come here. It is necessary to fend for itself here, there is no one to scare, and there is no tribute to rub onto. During the day is the world of people, and at night from nine to twelve o'clock is the world of ghosts. ”

"It's only three hours?"

Mo Zhu smiled and said.

"The world of men is three hours, but in the world of ghosts it is also twenty-four hours."

"One hour equals eight hours?"

Mo Zhu nodded vigorously, and then continued.

"There are no related households here, only by their own hands, a lonely ghost like me, no one burns paper, so I have to rely on myself."

Hearing this, Fang Fan felt a burst of guilt in his heart, since Mo Zhu's death, they hadn't burned Mo Zhu once, no wonder he could only make a living by selling clothes now. Fang Fan then asked.

"What are your plans for the future?"

"Most of this place is full of lonely ghosts, and this is a place to stay. Every Qingming Festival, there will be ghosts who come here to choose some ghosts to be reincarnated, which is considered to be the quota for completing reincarnation. This is a great joy for us lonely ghosts. ”

After talking for a long time, Mo Zhu reacted and asked.

"You asked me for a long time, how did you die?"

Fang Fan's eyes widened and he said.

"I'm not dead. I was in the house and I saw the street light up outside, so I came out to take a look, and I was so shocked by what I saw. ”

Mo Zhu looked at Fang Fan and said after a moment's silence.

"Did you vomit it?"