Chapter 235: Basket Illusion

The ghost I remember was a little boy. The boy's yellow hair was shoulder-length, and his eyebrows were short, thick, as if they had been drawn roughly in crayons. His face was pale, and his lips were scarlet. The first time I saw it, it was wearing an oversized red coat that covered its knees and was hidden in the grass below its knees. The whole thing looks like a corpse that was put in a coffin after death, and it is terrifying.

And the ugly one in front of him, whom his grandfather called "the ghost of the basket", couldn't see the slightest trace of the little boy.

"Okay, my nephew has finished talking about it, you can take down your banana fan and sugar cane!" Grandpa said to the ghost.

Plantain fan? Sugar cane? Why doesn't grandpa say match the preamble? I was confused in my heart. Looking at Wen Sazi, he was even more dazed.

The ghost is very calm, perhaps because it knows that his grandfather can no longer threaten it at this time, and Wen Sazi and I are not its opponents, so it dares to be so arrogant. "I didn't expect you to see through it." It sneered. Its voice changed, back to that of a little boy, but cold air still came out of its mouth. The temperature of the air in the house continued to drop. I saw a white frost on my grandfather's eyebrows. My hands and feet were numb from the cold, and my grandfather didn't seem to be able to withstand the cold air, so he didn't feel the cold at all.

I was amazed by what it did next. With his left hand, he grabbed the wrist of his right hand and pulled it so hard that he plucked his right hand off his arm as if it were picking leaves from a tree! Then, it bit the wrist of its left hand with its mouth, tugged it hard, and bit it off its arm again!

Wen Sazi was so frightened by the actions of the dustpan ghost that she screamed! His face was badly deformed! It was probably the most horrific scene he had ever seen in his life!

As soon as the ghost's mouth loosened, its two hands fell. Then it lowered two sticks that did not resemble crutches and stilts that did not resemble wooden sticks on stilts. All of a sudden, it was much shorter, not even as high as my waist.

"Hey, hey." It grinned, revealing a few black, rotting teeth. The teeth are not as neat as normal people, but sparse and scattered like old women, and they are wide at the top and sharp at the bottom, like the canine teeth of a carnivore. I remember that the teeth of the ghost who had broken his head had not yet grown, because the ghost was a baby who died seven days after birth, and it was impossible for a baby tooth to grow. But now, it has grown teeth that are wide at the top and sharp at the bottom!

It shook its arm, which had lost its palm, and actually grew two white and tender little hands at the broken wrist! Tender little hands like a newborn child!

Looking at the severed hands and sticks on the ground, they turned into two withered plantain leaves and two pieces of rotten sugar cane.

No wonder its hands are big and bizarre, it turns out that it is made of banana leaves! Naturally, the two misshapen sticks were conjured up from sugar cane. This shows that it has become proficient in blinding to a certain extent. It turned out that Grandpa had already seen that it was a fake ghost doctor. But why didn't Grandpa tell us earlier?

Obviously, the ghost deliberately deceived me and Wen Sazi in the name of the ghost doctor, deceived my grandfather's trust, and then took revenge on my grandfather who had subdued it in the first place. Its plan was not ingenious, but it did not expect that I would pierce its lies, and it did not expect Grandpa to see through its illusion at the first sight.