Be a man and do something, and don't do something.

My friends don't live up to me, and I don't live up to my friends. Therefore, Chen Guhong's trick to resist ghosts does not deal with those classmates. This is the bottom line of being a human being, but the county order is different.

He was in cahoots with Wu Xiude to rape me.

If it weren't for the little ghost Gao Zhuang in his body, I am afraid that he would be on the road. Chen Guhong made a move.

And Wu Xiude, a lifter, shook Gao Zhuang back, Ma Zhong is an official, Gao Zhuang naturally can't deal with it, he has to deal with the people around Ma Zhong.

Ma Zhong's hometown is thousands of miles away, farther than Xuanzhou. When he came to Chengyang County, he went to work in other places, bringing a wife, two concubines, three sons, and five daughters.

And Ma Zhong's wife is old and decrepit, just a façade. At present, the most favored is Ma Zhong's second concubine, surnamed Qian, known as Mrs. Qian.

This Mrs. Qian is twenty-nine years old and in her prime. Long and delicate, charming and charming, like a goblin. And she is not like ordinary women who teach their husbands and children at home, and she likes to play outside.

After Ma Zhong took office in Chengyang, she liked to take a sedan chair to Hongjiang in the south of the city to relax, and the magnificent waves of Hongjiang deeply touched her heart.

It was a sunny and cloudless day.

"Squeak!"

Bird calls hovered in the sky, and several egrets were fishing in the river. The white feathers and elegant posture make people deeply feel the beauty of nature.

The four people by the river carried a small sedan chair while walking and stopping, and there were several sturdy house slaves and small maids accompanying the small sedan chair. The curtain of the small sedan chair was constantly lifted, revealing Mrs. Qian's charming and moving face, she raised her eyes to look at Hongjiang, and praised: "What a magnificent Hongjiang, what a picturesque egret, I really never get tired of looking at it." ”

"No matter how beautiful Hongjiang is, it is not as beautiful as his wife. The maid beside her smiled coquettishly.

"Poor mouth. ”

Mrs. Qian took a bite, but her delicate face showed a little pride. She was an ordinary village woman, although she was beautiful, she only had the life to marry a farmer.

Later, Ma Zhong was a county magistrate in her county, and once Ma Zhong went out to walk around, she washed clothes by the river, so she was so good that she successfully entered the Ma family as a concubine.

With her beauty, she was favored and became Mrs. Qian, who can now run rampant.

"Whew!" Mrs. Qian felt a little tired, and gently held her head, the look was another charming, and gradually Mrs. Qian closed her eyes.

"It's weird, I'm not usually sleepy. ”

A strange mood emerged, and then Mrs. Qian's eyes went dark, and when she woke up, she was in an environment.

I saw a white mist all around, but I didn't see the sun and the moon, and I didn't know what time it was. There are white clouds floating in the sky, and the white clouds are floating, like a dream. And she was standing on the white clouds, her feet soft.

"Ahh

"Qian, are you guilty?" At this time, a Hongda voice sounded. Mrs. Qian's heart trembled, and when she looked up, she saw a person floating in front of her.

This man was in golden armor and a golden helmet, wearing a red brocade robe, and the brocade robe fluttered and fluttered, and the hunting sound. The two earlobes and shoulders look dignified, and a pair of eyes are like stars and sun, bright and compelling. Holding a three-pointed two-edged knife, his eyes were angry, and the murderous aura came overwhelmingly.

Mrs. Qian's heart trembled, so she knelt down in fear, kowtowed again and again, and said, "The women don't know, the women don't know." He thought to himself, "Where is this fairy, and what have I done wrong?"

"Hey, you don't know the crime?" The fairy smiled, his right arm shook, and the three-pointed two-edged knife hit Mrs. Qian's neck with a horizontal edge, and Mrs. Qian could clearly feel the coldness of the three-pointed and two-edged knife.

"Gollum. Mrs. Qian swallowed a mouthful of saliva fiercely, and her face turned blue.

"Your husband Ma Zhong is an official who is not benevolent, and an official who is not right. You often loot the people's fat and ointment, and you are in cahoots with the adulterer, and you kill the nobles, and you are a woman in the back house, you should sit together. After death, he will enter the eighteenth layer of hell, and he will never be able to be reborn. "Immortals" shouted, the gods are magnificent, and the general trend is like the sun and the moon in the rivers.

This Mrs. Qian's predecessor was just a village woman, and after flying on the branches, she was only a pet concubine in the inner house, and she had never seen the market. As soon as he heard that he was going to be killed, and he was sent to the eighteenth layer of hell, he was frightened, and cried again and again: "God will see clearly, God will calm his anger, the little woman is wronged, and the little woman is wronged." ”

"Hey, wronged?" "Immortal" Sen Han smiled, stretched out his arms, the white mist boiled, and then a mirror was formed, and a figure of a person was revealed in the Ming Dynasty, this person was tall, his face was thin but not weak, but he was handsome and elegant, wearing a white Confucian shirt, cloth shoes under his feet, a scarf on his head, and his eyes were smart and his expression was easy-going.

An elegant and delicate air came to his face.

Mrs. Qian thought to herself when she saw it, "It's a good scholar." ”

"Do you know who this is?" shouted the fairy.

"The women don't know. Mrs. Qian quickly dispersed the evil thoughts in her heart and kowtowed again and again.

"This is Wenqu Xing's descendation, the surname of this life is Chen Guhong, and he is destined to become the noble man of the champion prince. "Immortals" shouted.

"Mom, Wenqu Xing is ?????! to earth" Mrs. Qian was very shocked, and screamed again and again in her heart.

"And do you know that your husband Ma Zhong framed the nobles together with Wu Xiude, a traitor in this county, today. Now tell me, are you going to sit and kill your head?"

The gods were disgusted, and the sea of clouds rolled, as if the waves were stormy. The little ghosts on the left and right appeared, the green-faced fangs, and the eight desolations of Zhou Tian also dimmed, and this good white cloud immortal seemed to have become a netherworld mansion, and the yin wind gusted.

Mrs. Qian clasped her hands on her chest, trembled, her lips turned white, and cried: "The women don't know, the women don't know, I really don't know." ”

"Hmph, it's a sin not to know. I will give you seven days to handle the aftermath of the yang world. After seven days, I will take your life and take your soul into the underworld. ”

The immortal snorted coldly and shouted.

"God general, listen to the ...... of the people's women. Mrs. Qian was trying to defend herself, when the world was spinning. When she opened her eyes, she was in her own sedan chair again.

Mrs. Qian sat for a while, like a wood carved clay sculpture.

"Whew!" At this time, the maid lifted the curtain, and a gust of river wind poured in, making Mrs. Qian sober up a little. The maid smiled: "Madam, are you awake?"

But it was Mrs. Qian who had already slept for a while, and she thought it was just sleepiness.

"Wake up!" Mrs. Qian said murmurfully. Immediately, the pupils contracted, and a face instantly changed from blood to white, then to blue, and finally to the lips were blue.

"Madame, what's wrong with you?" exclaimed the servant, taken aback. The palanquin driver was startled and immediately stopped.

"Woe to you, woe to my lord. We will never be born again. Mrs. Qian suddenly cried, crying earth-shatteringly, and the terrible sound spread to all directions, smelling sadness, and the listeners wept.

"Woooooooooooo

Mrs. Qian cried, cried.

"Madame, ma'am!" the servant panicked and hurriedly said.

"Go back, let's go back to the county government immediately. I don't want it, I don't want to be sent to the eighteenth layer of hell. After crying for a while, Mrs. Qian barely calmed down and urged loudly.

"Yes, yes. The maid nodded again and again, urging the sedan chair man, and the group hurried to the county office.