The poor dead ghost Mao Changsheng and the scissors ghost plum fragrance floated up, and instantly reached the fifth floor.

A woman of about thirty-five years of age, with a fairly good countenance, wore a disheveled hair, and despite the darkness of the night, there was silence all around, and she cried frantically on the corridor alone, looking for death and life.

"Why are you crying in the middle of the night?" the poor ghost was the worst at comforting the opposite sex, and said with a wrinkled scalp, "It's a trivial matter that you seek death and life like this, and it affects other people's sleep, but that's a big thing!"

"What do you say?" the woman stopped crying and was furious, "It's a small thing that I'm dead, but it's a big thing to influence others to speak?"

"I'm not human, and what I speak is not human. The poor ghost said lightly, "Seeing that you are not ugly in life, are you also abandoned by men, and you want to make trouble like an abandoned woman?"

The woman looked at the poor ghost, her eyes slowly glowed, her voice became soft, and she said aggrievedly: "If there was a handsome man like you to talk to me, I wouldn't have to be busy looking for a rope to hang myself." ”

Scissors Ghost smiled and stepped aside.

"What do you mean by that?" asked the poor ghost, stunned, "are you afraid of being alone?"

"Yes, I'm so afraid of being alone!" said the woman, who approached the poor dead and put her hand on the poor ghost, but it was on the stiff railing, "My husband died young, and after my daughter got married, I became a widow in the end." Widows are human beings, and they need men. When I was in the village, there were a lot of men who ran to my house with nothing to do, and when I arrived in the city, the houses were all iron-clad, climbing over the walls and windows, etc., which was very inconvenient, and the stinky men also pretended to be righteous men and gentlemen, and never ran to my house again......"

"Oh, I see. The poor ghost suddenly realized, "If no one hooks up with you, you're going to find death and life?"

"Is this also wrong?" the woman protested calmly, "I am so young, and I have no other hobbies, so I like to talk to men about me and me, but God is not beautiful, and people are not beautiful, what is the place to live?"

The poor ghost couldn't cry or laugh, shook his head frequently, and said, "You are still young, don't you marry a man well, and everything will be fine?"

"How can that be done?" said the woman, becoming more and more bold, "I like many, many men! If I marry only one man, I will bury my talents—if I marry this, I will think that one is good; if I marry the first, I will think that the latter is good; if I marry a rich person, I think that the appearance is not good enough; if I marry a good person, I will think that person is short of money...... Instead of marrying and divorcing again and again, affecting your reputation and mood, it is better not to marry anyone, as long as you feel pleasing to the eye, you will not refuse to come, and you will all laugh and ......accept it."

"Huh?" the poor man became more and more confused, "you are a perfectionist, and you want to take over the scenery, what is the result of your laissez-faire?

"Hey, stinky man, who doesn't like a slut?" the woman said calmly, "All men wear masks, many, many masks, wearing human masks in front of people, wearing another mask in a place where no one is around, wearing one mask in front of their wives, and another mask in front of other women......"

Masks, masks...... The poor dead man felt impetuous, and said, "Didn't you just cry and want to borrow a rope to hang yourself? ”

"When a handsome guy accosted me, why should I be willing to hang myself?" the woman leaned closer to the poor ghost, "Standing and talking here will hurt your back, and it will also affect the sleeping of the neighbors." Well, go to my room, and sit and talk more comfortably. Of course, it's even more fun to sit asleep and chat!"

"Funny thing, I like it!" Scissors Ghost suddenly appeared in front of the poor ghost, and there was a more coquettish smile on his face, "Let's go, I'll go into the house with you, it will be interesting to talk in sleep!"

"You...... Where did you get out of here?" the woman was taken aback, and soon showed a look of disdain, "I'm a normal woman, I don't like to sleep and chat with beautiful women, I only like to sleep and chat with handsome guys. Of course, it doesn't matter if you're not handsome, but you have to be a real man. ”

"Merry widow, when you die, you are guaranteed to be a merry ghost. Scissors Ghost smiled and wiped his face.

When the woman suddenly saw the beautiful woman in front of her, her face became hideous, her hair was scattered, and a large hole was broken in her neck, and one by one, and bright red blood flowed out.

"There are ghosts!" the woman exclaimed, and immediately covered her face with her hands, and trembled all over.

Scissorghost sneered, pushed the poor ghost to the front, stepped away from the distance, and looked around.

The poor ghost asked lightly, "What are you afraid of? Didn't you cry just now and want to borrow a rope to hang yourself?"

"No, no, no, I don't want to die again. The woman's hands were still covered with her face, but she was moved by her true feelings, and she cried in a low voice, "I don't want to die either, and I know that men are fickle things, and if you get them, you will no longer cherish them, and you will always remember what you can't get." However, in my sleep just now, there was a man I had never met, who was sad and sorrowful, and said something to me, which I couldn't do without doing it. ”

"Oh, that's it. "Tell me, what did the sorrowful man say to you?"

Seeing that the poor ghost was talking with concern, the woman slowly, slowly, slowly lowered the hand covering her face, and said, "You hug me, and I will tell you!"

The poor dead ghost frowned and said, "Come on, I'll hug you for fear that my girlfriend will be angry, and if you hug me, there will be an excuse to refute her!"

The woman pounced on the poor man in a frenzy, opened her arms, hugged her, and pressed her face to it.

The poor ghost had already dodged away, and the woman hugged it, and what she pressed her face to cheek with affection was the reinforced concrete pillar that connected to the railing of the building.

Behind the pillar, the poor ghost urged, "Say, what did you hear in your sleep?"

The woman rubbed the pillar and said softly: "I was sleeping soundly, and I had just dreamed that a young man who was rich, powerful, and in good health was going to kiss me, when a strange man of sorrow and sorrow appeared and said to me miserably: 'Go and hang yourself, Wang Ana! When you need them the most, none of them will pay attention to you, and no one will treat you as someone worth caring about. You are getting older day by day, and you will soon become red, and you will become goosebumps, and even beggars covered with thick sores and bleeding pus will not look at you! Go to death quickly, and now you are still a little beautiful, and if you die, there will be a few men who will think of you when you are extremely bored, and if you delay any longer, you will fall into the empty and lonely Lethe......'"

"Oh, damn the sorrowful ghost!" the poor ghost cursed.

The woman continued to caress the pillar, continued to regard the pillar as the best man in her mind, and continued: "The strange man's words shocked me deeply, and made me feel that every word was true, and I couldn't help myself, and I had to go on the path he pointed out, and I wanted to end my life for a few worries about others." ”

The poor ghost sighed, regretting that after the ghost of sorrow had been cut in two, he sent two more firecrackers and blew him up beyond recognition, so that anyone could close their eyes and ears at the sight of it.

"I wanted to be obedient and hanged, but I had just moved, and I searched every corner of the house, rummaged through every box and cabinet, and even ran under the wire bed to search carefully, but I couldn't find the rope, and I was so anxious that I was about to explode.

"The strange man who persuaded me to hang himself appeared again and scolded me: 'You fool, can you hang your neck with a rope......? Oh, I'm in a hurry, I'll enlighten you later!' The strange man disappeared in no time......"

The poor ghost secretly said in his heart: "The bastard of the sad ghost must have been busy going downstairs to 'enlighten' my bastard brother-in-law, Shen Wanyou, so that this slutty woman did not succeed in hanging." ”

The woman kissed the pillar, and continued to close her eyes and say coquettishly: "The strange man is gone, I don't understand what the connection between hanging and tearing the quilt face, so I continued to look for the rope, and unconsciously went out of the door of my house, and my head gradually cleared up, and I wanted to attract a few men to say some comforting words, so I cried louder and yelled harder, and I met you ......"

The poor ghost secretly used his ghost powers, and then blew on the woman, and said, "The strange man you saw earlier is not a man, but a sorrowful ghost, who has been driven away, and will never come back—what he said is all fart, not enough training, forget it all!"

The woman shivered and shivered, forgetting everything she had just experienced, opened her eyes, and said in astonishment, "Why am I standing here?"

"You're sleepwalking, never again!" the poor ghost still secretly lucked his ghost powers, "how you behave, that's your business." What hobbies you have, that's your business. I am a poor dead man, and I have no right to teach you. However, you should not do anything that is immoral, because the nineteenth layer of hell is being built, and this qualified member is being selected. There is nothing wrong with thinking about men, but this is not your world alone, it is better to follow the principles of this world, go and find a master obediently, and then live a sunny life!"

These words, word by word, drilled into the ears of women, and every word was unforgettable.

"Who are you?" said the woman sincerely, "so if you can enlighten people, marry me, stay with me every day, and enlighten me every night!"

"I'm a ghost. The poor ghost was greatly moved, but his tone was as serious as Confucius's hostile protégé, "People and ghosts have different paths, I can't marry you—I'm already famous." Go back to the house, love the sun, it will always be there for you. ”

When the words fell, the poor ghost suddenly disappeared.

"Alas, there are so many strange things!" sighed the woman, and walked step by step to her room, "what a strange night! From now on, I should be ashamed of the title of 'Merry Widow', I should find a man from a good family to marry, I should look far ahead, and give more enlightenment to those in this district who can't think of it!"

The poor ghost watched and listened quietly from the side, smiling slightly.

And at this moment, a hand slapped heavily on the shoulder of the poor ghost, and the poor ghost sat down involuntarily.