"Oh my God, Miss Ye, your shop is so good, so many beautiful things."

When she walked into Weihan, Miss Mo's eyes widened in surprise. Look at this, look at that.

Chu Qi kindly reminded: "Sister Mo, what is here...... Well, it's kind of similar to that wig. ”

And what does wig like mean? Miss Mo leaned over and stared at the plum bottle on the table, a very beautiful bottle, emitting a faint, soft light under the light.

Suddenly, she saw a face on the plum vase, it was a woman's face, with an ancient hairstyle, a bun on the front of her forehead and a bun at the back of her head, and her ingot-collared clothes were bright. Miss Mo was stunned for a moment, rubbed her eyes and wanted to look more closely, but saw that the face smiled at her, opened her mouth, and her teeth were clear, as if she was about to bite over.

Miss Mo was startled and took a step back sharply.

Ye Quan turned around, still shaking the wig that was entangled in silk in his hand, and when he saw Miss Mo's frightened face, he smiled very gloatingly: "Yo, I'm scared, the things I have here are all biting." "It was a terrible look.

Chu Qi looked a little distracted, gently pulled the corner of Zhao Nan's clothes, and asked in a very small voice: "Uncle, I found that Miss Ye seems to have trouble with Miss Mo." ”

"That's because she's angry."

"Hey, what are you two talking about? Sneaky, go, the seventh day of the first month, boil water and pour tea. ”

Ye Liang pointed to the back kitchen.

Chu Qi was resigned to his fate to boil water, and Zhao Nan stopped him: "I'll go." ”

Before entering the back kitchen, Zhao Nan said again: "I said, I plan to send the seventh year of junior high school to study, you don't always instruct him to work." ”

"Hey, look at what makes you feel distressed, I'll tell you, children can't be petted, you have to learn to do things diligently as soon as possible, I can do anything when I was a child."

"But why can't you do anything now, Miss Ye?"

Chu Qi felt strange, because she had never seen Miss Ye do anything, and the only thing she could do might be to carry a feather duster around and dust it.

Ye Liang's face changed, Mo Lingyin almost burst out laughing, in order to cover up, she simply lowered her head and looked at the ground, the floor tiles on the ground were very simple, with thin patterns on them.

"That's naturally ......" Ye Quan's eyes rolled around, and the corners of his mouth smiled, "Naturally, it means that you can do everything when you are a child, and you won't use anything when you grow up, you still have to study, and now you can do everything." Saying that she really started to go over, Chu Qi was afraid that she would pinch her face again, so she hurriedly took a step back: "I know, I know." ”

Zhao Nan came out of the back kitchen with a tea tray and said with a smile: "The seventh day of the first month, don't listen to her make up stories to tease you." I'm afraid that this Miss Ye has not touched the spring water with her fingers since she was a child. ”

Ye Liang picked up a cup of tea, turned it in his hand, and his voice was a little long: "How do you know that I haven't suffered hardship." ”

Miss Mo didn't want to listen to Sanniang's godson now, she stared at the wig, the initial fear had now turned into a strong desire to learn, she really wanted to know what was going on with this wig.

Now the wig is entangled in silk, wilting, completely losing the strength of the high-spirited, looking at the wig that was thrown on the table, who would have thought that it could attack people with a fierce momentum just now.

"This ...... What the hell is going on with this thing? ”

Miss Mo asked, pointing to the wig.

"Don't ask, this guy is full of nonsense, he doesn't tell the truth at all, Zhao Nan, take it to the back kitchen and burn it."

Ye Liang blinked at Zhaonan, Zhaonan understood, and directly picked it up and walked to the back.

"Help! Help me! ”

The wig didn't pretend to be dead, and it couldn't stop twisting in Zhao Nan's hand.

Zhao Nanfu didn't hear it and continued to walk.

The wig was in a hurry and began to cry.

Seeing the sadness and sorrow of its crying, Chu Qi said: "Uncle, it seems to be able to tell the truth." ”

The wig couldn't stop shaking: "Yes, yes, I'll say everything." ”

"How did you get there?"

Ye Limit asked.

Zhao Nan added some strength to his hand and shook it vigorously: "Don't pretend to be dead, speak." ”

"I, I got the spiritual power from this small piece of scalp, but it's too silent, it never speaks, and the words are told to me, really, blame me for talking too much, and now I've been caught by you."

"Why are you attacking people?"

"I just want to find its body, I love to play so much, I want to scare people to see what other people's expressions are. Hey, I don't really blame me, I was only thirteen years old when I died, and I was still a child, how do I know ......"

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Ye Liang snapped and turned on the lighter again: "It's still a child, do you know that I cleaned up a particularly hateful dead child a while ago, you dead children, no one is alive to educate me to help your parents educate, and if you die, it's still this virtue, just burn it with a fire, what scalp and what hair, it's only called clean when it's burned." ”

"No, don't, don't, I don't dare to scare people anymore."

The wig writhed vigorously, dodging the flames.

"Hehe, that's all you can do, you will only scare a child!"

A deep voice rang out, it was low and hoarse, and it sounded like a man's voice.

Ye Quan exclaimed: "Are you the scalp, a man?" ”

It turns out that this wig is cleverly woven, and a little thin skin is sewn in the middle, and when it is worn, it is like a person's own scalp appearing, Ye Liang only thought it was made of fake skin, who knew that it was a real scalp, or a man's scalp! Thinking of this, she couldn't help but touch her hair, why did she feel that her scalp was itchy? Wigs are woven with real human hair, it's nothing, after all, many people will sell their hair, but if it is decorated with real human skin, it is really terrible!

"I'm a man, I've been with this child for more than ten years, this child was young when he died, and he was ignorant after he died, but he absorbed the spirituality from me, and gradually began to speak, but there were too many words."

"Yes, I was wrong, uncle."

It's the sound of hair gurgling.

"How did you get sewn into this wig?" Mo Lingyin's voice trembled a little, she couldn't believe that old woman would do such a terrible thing.

"Don't worry, I have to thank the old woman for allowing me to be with this child for so many years, I have a daughter of my own, and I should be grown up now."

The man sighed.

Mo Lingyin breathed a sigh of relief, it shouldn't sound like the old woman hurt him.

"How did you die?"

Zhao Nan asked.

"Scalped." The man gritted his teeth in reply, apparently hating it for more than ten years.

Oh my God, scalping! Chu Qi was so frightened that he covered his head with his hands.

Ye Liang thought for a while: "You have been wandering around Qinghe Lane, could it be that the person who harmed you is in Qinghe Lane?" ”

"Yes, that person used to live there, but now I don't know, we have been in the countryside for more than ten years, and we have never had a chance to come out, and my spiritual power is limited, so I can't travel long distances. So I have to thank Miss Mo for bringing us out. ”

When Mo Lingyin heard this scalp thank her, she glanced at Ye Quan in fright, and saw that the latter didn't seem to be angry, so she whispered: "Uh, it should be, it should be." Baidu: Read the latest chapter of "Unjust Ghost Contract Literature" for free for the first time.