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I read on.

"When he saw me, his face was cold.

Whatever I said, he ignored it.

I was in a hurry and threatened him with exposing our relationship.

I didn't expect it, but I was sent to Huangquan Road.

It was by the river, on the grass where we had left traces of our passion, that he choked me by the neck.

After I had passed out, they wrapped my clothes around the stones and sank me to the bottom of the river.

I don't know why, I saw his back leaving, but I couldn't move, and I couldn't make any sound.

It was many days before I realized that I was dead.

I became a ghost, a poor female ghost.

I hate him, but I don't want to kill him with my own hands, I want him to die in pain and despair.

Later, I unexpectedly found out that his son was gay, and he was still a little sufferer.

I was very happy.

He likes to play with women, while his son is played with by men.

I managed to let him know about it.

Looking at his angry expression, I was happy.

His son loved photography, so I led him to the river and let him meet some man, and in that meadow, do what my father and I did......

Finally, he was bumped into on the spot.

Looking at his distorted face, I couldn't be more amused.

One afternoon, his son came to the river again, and in order to please the man, he put on a long red dress.

When they took pictures, I hid in the water and watched them quietly.

Still in that meadow, the man who got dressed abandoned his son.

He sat in the rain and cried for a long time, and fell into the water.

I watched happily as he struggled in the water, thinking about his face the next day when he saw the body of his dead son......

And yet, someone spoiled it all! I'm going to make you pay! ”

My hand shook slightly.

It seems that the red color in the toilet bowl is really not an accident.

Before I could figure out how to deal with it, QQ rang.

My edits.

"What the hell did you post?! Believe it or not, I'm going to cancel your referral right now?! ”

I don't know how to explain it, and if I told him that I didn't send it, I'm afraid he would delete my book in a fit of excitement.

Quickly apologized, deleted those things, and re-uploaded a chapter.

At night, I woke up with a nightmare.

I dreamed that the faucet was on, and the water flowed all over the ground, forming a big "death" under my feet.

The faucet was on, but it didn't hit the floor.

Although it was still fearful, there was no initial panic.

Stroking the soul crystal on his neck, he felt it heat up slightly.

Qingxian, it's her thinking about me!

Maybe I'll be able to see her when I'm dead.

I didn't do anything, quietly waiting for the female ghost's revenge.

But she didn't seem to have any other means than the occasional scare to scare me.

After much hesitation, I called the police.

The corpse, which was tightly entangled in aquatic plants, was already highly decomposed, and the stones almost fused with the body.

It was as if I saw that rotten and distorted face smiling at me.

I was detained and questioned by the police for two days.

They kept asking me how I knew there were bodies in the water, and I couldn't give a reasonable explanation for that.

Two days later, the father of the man I rescued was taken back to the police station, and I saw a smiling face in the corner of the window......

Since I often break the deadline, the manuscript fee I get is also pitiful.

I had no choice but to do odd jobs here and there to make ends meet.

Moreover, it can only be the kind that others are not willing to do.

For example, cleaning the cemetery.

Qingming, July 15, after such a day, the cemetery is full of burned paper ash and incense ashes, and all kinds of used garbage for memorial services.

I had no choice but to fill my stomach.

You can't work during the day because there are always people who come to worship.

So my job starts at 8 p.m. and leaves work when I'm done cleaning.

It's to say you're not afraid, no matter how weird things you've seen, try it alone in the graveyard in the middle of the night?

Looking at the dark cemetery, I felt a little twisted in my legs.

Clean from the first row.

At first I didn't dare to look up at the tombstone, and it was hard not to be scared of those black and white photos.

After a few days, I seem to get used to it, and occasionally I take a look.

One night, when I swept to the top of the hill, I found that it was empty except for the one in the middle.

It stands to reason that the location near the top of the mountain has good feng shui and should not be empty.

When I walked to the tomb where the only "inhabited" person, I was shocked to find that the photo on the tombstone was actually in color!

The photo shows a middle-aged man, about fifty years old, with neatly combed hair and a smile on his face that looks a little weird in the moonlight.

There is only one simple word on the tombstone:

"Ginger"

Why is there no full name? And there is no payment, I don't know who set it up.

I stared at the photo for a while, and suddenly I felt a chill!

He actually blinked!

The bag in his hand fell to the ground with a "snap", and the garbage was scattered all over the ground, blown by the wind, and made it everywhere.

I just wanted to get out of here, but if I did, I wouldn't get a penny.

I heard my own heartbeat and gritted my teeth and moved to sweep the garbage.

Maybe that's right, the unknown is the most terrifying.

Also, if you feel scared at night, don't close your eyes, otherwise...... You can give it a try.

"Alas......"

A sigh came clearly into my ears.

"Smack"

As soon as my hand was released, the broom fell to the ground. I felt cold in my hands and feet, stiff in my body, but I didn't have the courage to turn back.

The hat on my head was blown off by the wind, and in the south in the middle of summer, my cold teeth chattered.

After a while, when there was no sound behind me, I shivered and picked up the broom on the ground and forced myself to put the garbage into the bag.

I don't know how I walked down the hill that night, but I remember that when I came down, the clothes on my back were soaked.

At that time, my legs did not obey the call at all, and it was impossible to go home, so I had to nest in the firewood and straw stack at the entrance of the cemetery until dawn.

The old man who was selling incense paper at the gate of the cemetery called me up early in the morning and blamed me for startling him.

I told him I was cleaning, asked him for a cigarette to light it, and pretended to casually ask him why the row of cemeteries near the top of the hill was empty.

The old man's face changed, and he asked me if I had seen anything.

I quickly shook my head and said no.

Instead of answering my question, he quickly digressed from the subject.

His performance told me that there must be some special reason for this, which piqued my curiosity.

Looking up at the sun in the sky, I began to regret my cowardice last night.

But in the evening, when I walked to the cemetery gate, I found that my legs were starting to go weak again......