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In my opinion, with such an unexpected counterattack, it seems that you can upgrade the rookie image you left in the mind of the Yin Snake to the next version, and then you can get the right to talk to it on an equal footing.

But I was wrong, I was far from it.

I quickly paid a heavy price for this small victory, and what I waited for was not a desired conversation or negotiation, but a repressive revenge.

Of course, the opponent ushered in was not Yin Snake, neither Chen Bo nor Sakura, but Yuzhen, who had used my mother's image and name.

It's reasonable to think about it, Yin Snake doesn't take me in his eyes, and it's only the most suitable thing to let her out.

She reacts quickly, so revenge comes quickly.

After my conversation with Wang Xinmei and Yang Yingcui, as soon as I returned to my sleeping bag, she came.

As soon as I closed my eyes, she came.

Obviously, this is the rhythm that keeps me awake!

Yang Yingcui is right, the night is our arena, if I win, I should get what I want, and if I lose, then there is probably no other choice but to bow down and obey the orders of the Yin Snake.

The duel is classical, and it is the kind of one-on-one heads-up that is very gentlemanly and civilized. But the way to distinguish the winner and the winner is very strange: the competition is the will, to see who can consume whom.

Here's how it goes.

As soon as I closed my eyes, Yuzhen was sobbing outside the window, and kept counting:

"You are so ruthless! Jiang Yuan is your own brother, how can you do it, he is only five years old...... Woo woo woo~"

“......”

"My son, you died so miserably, how can this mother live!"

“......”

The voice sounded distinctly just below the windowsill.

In the process, I was upset by her arguing and even got up angrily and went outside to check, but I couldn't find where she was hiding.

And as soon as I came back and lay down, she came again.

I've tried all sorts of things to try to plug my ears, but it didn't work.

In addition, I tried to communicate and explain in my mind, but it was also useless, Yuzhen didn't communicate with me at all, her voice was like a pre-recorded and endlessly looping.

Yuzhen's voice is like a seed being planted in my sea of consciousness, spreading out from there, sometimes like mosquitoes and flies, sometimes like pins and needles, there is no place to hide, there is no way to avoid it, there is a headache, a headache!

Ahh......hh I just talked to Wang Xinmei about the real and false Monkey King, and immediately tasted the curse of tightening.

It was easy to stay up until dawn, and it seemed that Yuzhen was finally tired and began to stop.

I was both internally injured and tired, and my face was frighteningly white.

Uh, well, finally made it to daylight, so I can catch my breath and compete again when night falls.

But I was wrong again, compared to what happened during the day, Yuzhen's tricks at night can only be regarded as appetizers, and the main dishes are still to come!

It's ...... That's called a sour cool!

After eating early, I wanted to sleep back to make up for it, but as soon as I closed my eyes, this time it was Uncle Chen who appeared on the stage.

As soon as I heard his voice, I knew that he had just drunk, and it was appropriate to make noise by playing crazy with wine, and I greeted my whole family from top to bottom one by one in a few minutes, and this time even my father did not let go, the main meaning is that I should not have given birth to such a scourge, livestock!

Well, I can't afford to hide, can't I sleep if I don't sleep?

I had to go out of the yard listlessly, and whenever I met my companions, I would ask them if they wanted to help, and please find me something to do, I couldn't stop at all!

Because in this process, as soon as I was distracted and wanted to take a cat nap or something, I heard the sound of Uncle Chen pointing at the sky and scolding the earth, everywhere.

Or maybe Sakura came out and smashed the pot and knocked the spatula, so that I didn't get a moment of peace.

It's so insidious, it's actually a wheel war! In short, needless to say, the hard work of this day is hard to describe.

Or rather, this one-day and one-night experience really turned my perception of non-humans on its head - who says ghosts can't come out during the day?

My stepsister Tian Weaving is okay, she has a bracelet in her body, which should be able to play a certain protective role.

And these people in Shima New Village, they don't need to show up at all, they can arrogantly launch a sonic attack on me in broad daylight and quietly!

And they only wholesale and not retail, so the whole expedition companion didn't know how miserable I was this day, and Wang Xinmei thought that I was too bad from the internal injuries I had suffered last night and needed to recover, so she didn't bother me too much.

In fact, now I really want to find someone to chat with me all night, wouldn't it be better to divert my attention in this way?

But this is obviously impossible, who has the spare effort and energy!

Anyway, for the first time, I was so scared of the night, because I didn't know what kind of trick they were going to play.

The answer was soon revealed.

As soon as it got dark and everyone began to go to bed peacefully, my mind began to ring bells, cymbals, and bells in unison, plus the cries of the heavens and the earth, the mourning of relatives and friends, and the noisy and noisy exchanges.

The most bizarre thing is that, exactly like the popular funeral customs in Shaliu Town, Yuzhen and the others seem to have invited a professional mourning team, both men and women, who are very professional! Not only do they come to sing the lyrics as soon as they open their mouths, but they also show off his/her pitch and cavity one by one, without using a megaphone at all.

In addition to expressing grief and pity, the crying and mourning words also carefully counted the disobedience and ruthlessness of me, the "younger brother", and I was so sad and angry that I wanted to pinch a kitchen knife for the undead to come to me desperately.

This is a big funeral, not only the whole set is exactly the same as the real thing, but also use the tweeter to broadcast it live to me!

Knowing that it didn't work at all, I still covered my ears frequently.

Or instead count one, two, or three sheep in your mind...... No, it's useless.

In desperation, I had to take out my phone and put on the earbuds, trying to play the saved music to interfere with it, but as soon as I clicked the play button, I quickly ripped off the earbuds and turned off the phone.

Because the music has all become a recording of the live version of the funeral.

Belch...... If it doesn't work like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to hang up tomorrow night.

Either find a solution as soon as possible, or just close your eyes and just hang up.

However, even if I hang up, I am afraid that my soul will not get a moment of peace, and they will not let me go, so I really dare not hang up! Now it seems that I can only grit my teeth and carry it except to admit defeat, but I don't know how long I can carry it.

In addition to grief and indignation, I don't naturally think about my father's usual protection and care for me. Dad, where are you and are you worse off than I am now?

It seems that this is the benefit that the weak deserve after they do not resist the strong, and what I get is a super gift package - the legendary "ghost singing".

It's called singing, but it's actually crying.