befffff This night, I saw such a strange thing with my own eyes, and Yan Su and I couldn't sleep very well.

We woke up when it was light. Outside, the streets seem to be alive and lively again.

The shouts of the hawkers, the crowing of the roosters, the barking of the dogs. Compared with Wuxia Town last night, Wuxia Town at this time seems to be two different towns.

After Yan Su and I finished washing, we heard that there were soy milk fritters sold downstairs, so we made an appointment to go downstairs for breakfast.

Boss Bai stood at the door of the inn with his hands behind his back, looking up at the banner of the inn.

I followed his gaze and looked up, and I was suddenly shocked that the string of dark coins that Boss Bai hung on the banner yesterday was gone!

Did Boss White rip it off?

No!

Definitely not!

Because I look around. I noticed that the shops on the opposite side that had not yet opened were gone.

Boss Bai retracted his gaze and said to himself: "It seems that this money was taken away by the four people passing by!" "

Dead people passing by?!

I thought of the four men in black who carried the coffin last night. Now that I think about it carefully, a chill passes through my heart. The black clothes on their bodies seem to be shrouds!

"Oh, you two, did you sleep well last night?" Boss Bai turned around and asked us.

"General!" I replied.

"You don't see anything, do you?" Boss Bai asked mysteriously.

I shook my head and walked straight out of the inn, in broad daylight, I felt that this white boss was also gloomy.

Yan Su and I were sitting at a roadside stall eating soy milk fritters, when we heard the sound of an ambulance in the distance, and then a group of policemen ran in front of us.

Wuxia Town is not big, maybe you fart on the east side of the town, and in less than a moment, you can smell it on the west side of the town.

In less than half a pillar of incense, all kinds of gossip spread all over the streets and alleys, and everyone was spreading one thing: Brother Ying is dead!

Brother Eagle?!

I put down my chopsticks and trembled inexplicably in my heart, isn't Brother Eagle the bald hooligan? He's dead?!

I suddenly thought of the old woman who Brother Ying was carrying on his back last night, although she was Lang Lang, but her back couldn't help but feel a chill.

Yan Su paid the money and pulled me forward: "That bald hooligan is actually dead, let's go to the front and have a look!" "

Walking to a corner at the end of the street, at the door of a hair salon called Ayu, a lot of onlookers gathered.

I remember when the bald head left last night, he said that he was going to Ayu Hair Salon, but I didn't expect something to happen.

A cordon was set up at the scene, and several policemen were maintaining order: "Let go!" Don't get in the way, everyone! Hurry up and give it a go! Nothing to see! Hey, what about you, don't take pictures! "

Two paramedics came out of the hair salon, carrying a stretcher on which the bald-headed body was placed.

The onlookers at the scene let out an exclamation, many people gasped, and the people at the front couldn't help but take a step back.

The death of the bald head is really terrifying!

The bald man's face was covered with black gas, black as charcoal, his mouth was stiff and wide, and his two eyeballs seemed to be about to burst his sockets, protruding outwards exaggeratedly.

What's even more bizarre is that the bald head is holding a thick pile of dark coins tightly in his hands!

That's right!

It's the Stygian Coin!

The Taoist priest gave the bald head a sum of money last night, could it be a sum of money?

A terrible thought crossed my mind: "Could the bald death have something to do with that strange old woman?" "

The paramedics hurriedly covered the bald body with a white sheet, and then sent it to an ambulance and quickly pulled it away from the scene.

"I heard that bastard was scared to death!"

"No wonder it's so horrible to die!"

"He's not going to be a hell, is he?"

"This kind of person who suffers a thousand knives will be punished sooner or later!"

"Hey, I heard, last night the dead man went on the road, and this brute actually stopped the coffin and asked for money!"

"I guess he's been killed by an unjust soul!"

"It doesn't matter how he died, anyway, in a word, he died well!"

"Yes, good death! God has eyes, take this beast! "

The crowd of onlookers talked a lot, the bald eagle brother did a lot of evil on weekdays, bullied the people, and people hated him very much. Now that the bald head is dead, no one expresses regret, everyone clapps their hands and applauds, it is really not easy to do this step as a man.

"Giggles! Giggles! A strange woman's laugh came from the hair salon. Sarcasm.

Although it was broad daylight, the sudden weird laughter made people feel furious.

The crowd of onlookers fell silent, and everyone craned their necks to see what was going on in the salon.

"Let's go!" Two police officers in police uniforms escorted a young woman out of the hair salon.

This young woman is none other than the proprietress of the hair salon, Ayu.

From the whispers of the people, I also know that this Ayu is not a woman from a good family, she runs a hair salon house in the open, and also provides services to male customers in private. Because of his young and beautiful appearance and good service attitude, he is also very famous in Wuxia Town, and there is an endless stream of male customers who come to visit, and the dead bald eagle brother is one of the guests who visit all year round.

Ayu is also in her early twenties, her face has a style that does not match her age, she is wearing a white dress, her face is as white as paper, her eyes are blank, her long hair is messily draped over her shoulders, and she keeps grinning, which is really a little scary.

"Giggles! Old woman! It was the old woman who killed Brother Eagle! It was the old woman who killed Brother Eagle! Ayu laughed and shouted, like crazy, as if she had lost her mind, obviously under strong mental stimulation.

"Old woman?!" My heart trembled: "It's an old woman again?!" Could it be that the bald head was really killed by that old woman? "

Yan Su turned his head to look at me: "This bastard must have provoked something unclean!" "

I thought of the six words that the Taoist priest left when he left last night: "Self-inflicted, do not live!" It seems that the Taoist priest had already predicted that the bald head would die.

In this way, the old woman hanging on the back of her bald head is likely to be the owner of the big red coffin!

Thinking of this, I inexplicably felt a chill in my neck, as if someone was blowing on my neck.

"Take this woman to the hospital first, it feels like crazy!" Two policemen stuffed Ayu into a police car and roared away.

"Why is this Ayu crazy?"

"Are you hallucinating from drug use? I've heard this woman is going to take drugs! "

"Oh, it's a pity! This girl is very good-looking, if she lives a good life, there is no problem in marrying a good family, but she wants to spoil herself like this! "

The crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, and no one knew what happened inside Ayu's hair salon last night?

One died, one went insane, and it was strange and extraordinary.

By the time the police had completed their investigation of the scene and evacuated, Ayu's hair salon became empty.

I asked Yan Su, "Do you dare to go in and have a look?" "

Yan Su and I walked into Ayu's hair salon, and the room was filled with the smell of rouge perfume.

The hair salon is located at the corner of the street, which is relatively backlit, so it is a little dark inside during the day.

The hair salon is not very large, there are two rooms inside and outside.

The outside room is a place for shampooing and haircuts, and the inside room is a place for some kind of transaction.

One of the rooms inside was unlit, dark, and you could vaguely see a bed in the center of the room, and some adult items were scattered on the bed.

On the opposite side of the bed is a large mirror, and the mirror is facing the bed, which makes it feel weird.

A ceiling fan hung in the center of the roof, which was still spinning in circles and creaking.

Yan Su and I walked around the room, found nothing, and were about to exit.

At this moment, Yan Su behind him suddenly let out a scream.

I jerked my head back and saw the surface of the large mirror swaying gently like ripples.

Under the ripples, the figure of an old woman in a floral cloth skirt is slowly emerging

"Let's go!" I pulled Yan Su and ran out of the porch without looking back.

It was sunny outside, and Yan Su and I were covered in cold sweat and trembling all over.

The bizarre death of the bald head is like a bombshell, making the small Wuxia town extremely noisy, the streets and alleys, men, women and children are talking about this matter, almost everyone believes that the bald head died from a resentful ghost!

Based on the statements of all parties, it is possible to stitch together and restore the course of the matter:

In the middle of the night, a bald head with a little drunkenness knocked on the door of Ayu's hair salon. Ayu is no stranger to the late-night arrival of her old patrons, and warmly welcomes her bald head into the back room as usual. Just as the two of them were wheezing and rolling on the bed, they suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a shadow shaking on the wall. So the two of them looked up, and then they saw a terrible scene: an old woman in a floral dress, hanging straight on top of the electric fan in the center of the room, like a doll, with the electric fan turning round and round

Such a strange thing happened, Yan Su and I didn't have the heart to stay and play, Yan Su took me to the street to buy two new clothes, and we planned to go home.

On our way home, we passed by a small courtyard.

There is a wreath at the entrance of the small courtyard, a white cloth curtain is hung, and there is a big word "lay" on it.

A group of people were busy demolishing the mourning hall, and a young man walked out of the mourning hall with a photo frame, and the black-and-white posthumous photo immediately attracted our attention.

Yan Su and I glanced at each other, and felt a layer of goosebumps on my face, and on the posthumous photo was an old lady with goosebumps, and this old lady's face was exactly the same as the old lady hanging on the back of her bald head!

The two of us hurried past the courtyard and walked all the way out of the town, ready to go to the dock and leave by boat.

When he was hurrying away with his head down, he suddenly heard a voice coming from behind: "Two little dolls, please stay!" "