The night is melancholy. The night is lonely. The wind is blowing. Attractive eye sockets. I was alone, like a ghost, walking alone on the street of the people's shopping mall in the county. The shops on both sides of the street have long since closed. And not just because of the late night. It's that there have been rumors of haunting on this shopping street recently. The city is full of wind and rain. Passenger traffic plummeted. Business has also become sparse......

This is where the story begins. My employer who went out this time. She is a middle-aged woman in her forties. Although she is middle-aged. But the charm remains. The posture is quite rich. Between words and deeds. The charm is on display. If. It wasn't her own that she said she was over forty. I really can't tell that she still maintains a girl's body at this age. The most commendable thing is her jet-black hair. Long hair is waist-length and silky smooth. She was well-dressed. Dressed in black, similar to the current OL outfit. The sexy tightness that shrinks her wonderful posture. And there is a coquettish energy in her affectionate eyes. Even I, a handsome boy, have to admit that I was impressed by the femininity of this woman's mature and bewitching charm. On posture. This woman was definitely a strange woman when she was young. Even though. I can't help but be thrilled when I look at her now. Of course. There's an old saying. That's right. 'Since ancient times, there have been many lives and few lives'. The following is mainly about what happened to her.

Speaking of which. It's also quite interesting. Meeting her for the first time. As soon as she saw me, she cried. I don't know, I think I'm her bad guy. And. She insisted that I was like her husband who had been dead for many years. Depend on. I almost dropped my jaw when I heard it. There is almost no such set. I hurried to authority. Say. 'Big sister. What's the matter with you. Just tell it. Don't be hearty'. She didn't guard against me.

Not far from this shopping street is a riverside park. One after the other, we walked to the middle of nowhere. I listened to her. She said. It had been five or six years since her husband fell ill and died. She was not yet forty years old at the time. That is, in the past five or six years. She has also never married. She lives alone with a teenage daughter. She also said. There is no shortage of suitors around her. But most of them are not good for her daughter. Or lukewarm. So. She chose to be single. Alone with his daughter ......'

After listening to it, I still admire this woman with a strong personality very much. After all. Flower World. Child-like affection. Let alone. She had just reached middle age. For human beings. Still so young. She looks so beautiful again. How could she endure the loneliness of being alone for the rest of her life. She was indeed a strange woman. She is also a great mother. In order not to let her daughter be wronged, she still chose to be single. Of course. I'm here this time. It's not that I'm here to introduce her to the matchmaker. But......

This woman. She has a three-storey shop on the commercial street of the People's Mall. It was a large inheritance left behind after her husband's death. Woman. I don't think I'll open my door to do business. So. She rented the front of the street to someone else. Orphans and widows live on rent. Put it this way. It's not that women's lives are poor. She is a bank clerk. Have your own formal job. Anyway. She rented the shop to someone else. That's where the problem lies.

Who is her tenant? It is a young couple. business. Fashionable women's clothing. Recently. Rent it to them for more than a year. The young couple quarreled for some reason. The woman is on the second floor of this shop. Hanged himself. It's self-explanatory at this point. Hang yourself. Most of them are irritated and can't think about it. So. Most of them regret or are reluctant to die after they die. So. They. Resentment is rife. More and more ghosts linger. Sprinkle gas everywhere. Woe to the neighbors. No peace...... I have been with Master for so long. I have never been exposed to this kind of hanging work. So. Fatalness. It can well be imagined......

The woman kept telling me what had happened to her. She said. Since the woman in the young couple committed suicide on the second floor of her shop. Male. After seeing her own woman hang herself. I have no intention of running a store for a long time. Say goodbye without saying goodbye. Now the most unlucky person is the middle-aged woman who owns this shop. She said. The whole county is eager to know that someone in her shop hanged herself. That's it. Not to mention haunted, even if it is not haunted, no one dares to rent it. Businessmen pay the most attention to auspiciousness. The most afraid of bad luck. Undoubtedly. Put it to be whom. I don't dare to rent the shop of the dead man, so I said. Ever since the miserable woman hanged herself here. No one dared to rent their shop. You can't even rent it, let alone sell it. So. Rent can not be rented. Sell can't sell. It has been idle until now. Simply. It's a shame. She said. It was a more valuable possession that her husband had left to her mother. She made it look like this. It's really sad. She spoke of emotion. He threw himself into my arms and wept bitterly. Out of compassion. I didn't turn her down. Recognize her soft body throbbing in my arms. There were ripples in my heart. But there are no distractions. Uphold justice. It's my job. Caring for the vulnerable. I am even more obligatory.

After a while. I patted her on the shoulder. Screamed. 'Sister'. That's when she realized her gaffe. Hurriedly lifted from my arms. Her eyes were full of tears. Slightly discolored. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. No matter how beautiful this woman is, what can she do? You can't get the happiness you want. It's also quite sad.

So. I was entrusted by a middle-aged woman. I wanted to go into that shop that night to find out. So there's the scene at the beginning of this chapter. I'm clothed in cold moonlight. Neon addiction. Drunk alone in the dark. I cautiously approached the shop where the hanged woman had died. Before coming. The middle-aged woman told me. Fashionable women's clothing billboards hang from her shop. Although I didn't step on it beforehand. But it was easy to find the storefront.

The doors of the shops are closed. The door lock was covered in dust. I looked around at the shop next door. Maybe it's all because of the death of this shop. So. It's a lot of discoloration. It's a haunted and kills.

I stood in front of the shop and stood like a thief. A large number of people are around. I took out the key that the woman gave me from the pocket of my pants. I didn't hesitate to unlock the roller shutter. Then gently push open the glass door. Covered in dust. I hurriedly closed the door of the iron roller shutter shop again. When the police on patrol saw me, they thought I was a thief.

When the roller shutter door is closed. It's like night is opening in the whole storefront. It was dead black everywhere. I paused for a moment. Adapt to this seemingly endless darkness. Wait for my eyes to melt with a glimmer of light. I finally saw it clearly......

The storefront on the first floor is still the same as it used to be when it was opened and doing business. Rows of women's clothes are neatly arranged on the wall. The current situation is. The glamorous women's clothing has long since faded. And it's dusty. It's really like what a middle-aged woman said. The tenant of the dead woman must have said goodbye to herself. And the women didn't dare to take off these women's clothes and clean them up. I'm afraid that the tenant who has evaporated like someone will come back and blackmail her. Say. My goods. How valuable it is. How much do you have to pay me? So...... A middle-aged woman is a smart person after all.

I walked in the middle of the dark storefront. From time to time, step on the plastic paper on the ground. There is a 'squeak' screak. I took a closer look at the layout of the storefronts on this floor. The first to second floors of the wall are five or six meters high. Perhaps it was intentional by the designers of the shops back then. Hang more goods on the wall. She's in this store. There is also a big drawback. There is not a single window on the innermost wall of the storefront. There was no chance of a ray of light coming in. Directly caused. The further you go in. The darker it is inside. The more gloomy and cold. It's like going to hell. There was no light at the front door. The back wall is windowless. It's like entering a catacommodum. I had a sense that something was wrong. I also think that now Master is no longer by my side. In case of an accident. There's no one to help me anymore. So. There is no room for sloppiness. I have a spell in my hand. Touch the staircase on the first floor. Decided to go up to the second floor to have a look. Because. The female tenant of this shop hanged herself on the second floor. I walked up the first step of the staircase. I was a little hesitant. Damn it. Hanged man. How vicious it must be. The tongue sticks out so long. Think of Durima scaring people to death. Can I handle this goddamn hanged man with these two brushes?

I hesitated though. But I still resolutely climbed to the second floor. One-step. One-step. Minute by minute. The torment of living is like a year. I finally managed to climb up to the second floor. I just walked up the corner on the second floor. A family model in a costume covered in ** stood there with a weird smile on her face. I was immediately shocked. Falling from the staircase. Roll straight down to the empty drop in the middle of the stairs. It almost scared me to death. Fearing the attack, I sat up and leaned back against the back wall. I was terrified. Panting for air. Shocked and frightened. Nima. It's a human and a ghost. Still is. I'm a little scared and stupid. I was stunned. I took out a 'soul chaser' and 'three bu'. Five trigrams. Twelve lines' is pronounced. The spell flies out. But in the middle of the second floor, it fell to the ground with flames. I just wanted to sigh. Even the Soul Chaser has lost its effect. How can there be a harvest tonight. A nameless flame rose from the second floor. There was a strong smell of plastic. That's when I thought. It must have been the fault of the burning spell just now. I hurriedly got up from the ground and rushed to the second floor. Climb to the second floor. I see the fire and forget. Hurriedly took off his coat and desperately put out the fire. The fire was gradually brought under control. until I extinguish it. That's when I dared to rest on the ground for a while. Due to the fact that here the doors and windows are closed. Air cannot circulate. The smoke can't get out. I was so smoky that I couldn't open my eyes. And I can't stop having a dry cough. Think about it. Look. What happened to me these few times and what happened to me. It's a fucking bit back. Last time in a certain county. A boy who insists that he is a girl. I persuaded his father. It's better to prepare money for your child to be transgender. Let him be a woman. Maybe he'll be happier. As soon as this statement came out. was chased by his father with a stick for three streets. If you don't run fast. He was killed a long time ago. And last time I gave a neurotic argument about whether there are ghosts in this world. Violently beaten by a nervous disorder. This. the most disgusting people. A Mr. Yin and Yang played with a charm and almost fucking caused a fire. Jinnyima dotted back. Or am I not suitable for this industry at all.

It's almost dawn. I finally left the haunted shop with nothing. This. I didn't meet a ghost, but I made myself like a ghost. Before leaving, I left a lot of spell traps in this second-floor shop. There is a 'Sleepy Ghost Charm'. There is a 'ghost killing charm'. 'Broken Corpse Talisman'. As long as the hanged man is unfortunate enough to run into them. Lightly. Lose your courage. There is no excess value. At worst, it will be wiped out. Extinction is not so simple as talking about it. It was an abyss from which there would never be returned. Once a person dies. The soul is gone. The most primitive clan in its Yin City will be erased by the Yin Judge. From then on, the Three Realms. In the six realms of reincarnation. There is no more such soul piercing. Not even a trace of mortal dust.

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