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The couple returned to the big house together, but saw that none of the three children moved their chopsticks. Chen Chang shouted sadly: "Why is my mother so slow? I'm going to starve to death."

"You are just hungry, and the starving ghost is entrusted to see your sister and mistress. How are there any rules?" Chen Wangshi glared at him.

Chen Chang was so choked that he didn't say anything. He smacked his lips and sat upright.

Mrs. Chen pulled open the stool: "His father, sit down quickly."

"Yes." Chen Chang sat down, touched Chen Chang with one hand and Chen Kang with the other, and said, "Eat."

"Hey!" The three children answered in unison.

"Dad eats a piece of meat!" Chen Ning picked up a piece of meat and put it in Shen Cheng's bowl, and then picked up another piece of meat for Chen Wang's: "Mom eats meat."

"Okay, okay, you guys eat too."

Chen Kang held the bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other. Such a family atmosphere was really fresh to him. Anger and reconciliation were all in a moment, and the wonderful warmth was self-evident.

After the family happily used the uneasy food, Chen Chang and Shen Kang returned to the room to write and write.

The long night is like water, so I won’t repeat it.

The next morning, Chen Kang and Shen Chang got up early and ran out without telling their family. They didn't know what they were busy with. When they ran home, they were almost too late to go to school. They hurriedly drank a bowl of porridge, picked up the cloth bag and rushed to Mozhai.

For three consecutive days, the two of them ran around Mozhai and the back mountain all day long. In a blink of an eye, it was time to make an appointment with Wang Er.

That day and night, Wang Er drank a bowl of stick noodles at home and lay on the earthen kang for time.

The noodles of the stick were polished together, not only to make you feel bored, but also bland. Wang Er sighed, when will this poor day be the first?

As soon as he closed his eyes, he remembered the silver that Chen Ning held in his arms that day, full of bags, filled with glutinous bags. If the silver belongs to him, he could have a meal of fat pork with his mother, how great it would be!

He couldn't help but regret that if he hadn't gotten into the gambling prostitute in his early years, he wouldn't have become addicted to gambling. The one-acre and three-point land in his family could support himself and his mother.

What's the use of saying this now? Just wait until he goes up the mountain tonight to get the money. He will definitely go back to the gambling house to kill all the people and get back all the compensation he has been paid in over the years!

I was thinking randomly, and I couldn't help but think of Pan's wife who often gambled with her. Although she was a slut with thousands of people, she was born with a gentle and charming person. At this moment, his dilapidated house covered his head, but he thought he could just hug her.

He stretched out a hand, half-holded it into a bowl, grabbed it on the broken quilt, recalling the soft touch, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Do it! You have to take the money no matter what you say!" He suddenly turned over and sat up, and his ambiguous fantasy was shattered. He grabbed his torn jacket and put on his shoes.

"Woman, where are you going?" The old mother supported herself and asked when she heard his rustling sound.

Wang Er replied sternly: "Don't worry about my affairs!"

Wang Li said bitterly: "Son, stop betting, stay at home, just be happy. Mother makes more baskets for the village neighbors, and you can always support us. The Shen family is a loyal and honest family, so don't come to make jokes anymore."

Wang Er listened to his mother's words, not that it was not uncomfortable, but the man's face was placed there, and he said with a straight back: "You look down on me like them, aren't you just losing a few acres of land? When I make money back, let's see who else you look down on me!"

He snorted angrily and slammed the door and came out.

With a "bang", Wang Li's old face shook slightly, a drop of turbid tears flowed down, sobbing and trembling on his shoulders.

As the saying goes, what else can she do if her knife cannot cut her hand? It eventually turned into a sentence: "It's a sin." It disappeared in the empty room.

The sky became darker and darker. Seeing the moon in the sky, Wang Er wrapped himself in a torn cotton coat and walked sneakily along the path.

Today is the 27th day of the first lunar month, and the crescent moon is facing eastward with the arched back facing the east. It is the waning moon in the moon phase.

The dark and gloomy sky was pressing against the top of the head, and the howling wind blew towards him, making people tremble with coldness. Wang Er shrank his neck and wrapped his torn clothes on his body.

On both sides of the sheep intestine path are towering ancient trees, and the branches extend from both sides to the middle of the road, almost covering the sky and the moon. The wind blows through the tree branches, making a rustling sound.

A night owl squatted on a branch, her eyes emitting a faint green light and a harsh scream.

It was already scary to go to the cemetery in the middle of the night, but the night owl kept screaming at him as if he had been determined.

Wang Er felt agitation in his heart and cursed inwardly. It would be better for this kid Chen San to not lie to him, otherwise he would have to go to the yamen to sue them!

"Ao! Ao!" the night owl screamed.

Wang Er squatted down and touched a stone, threw it at the branch: "Let you scream!"

"Flap" Night owl flapped her wide wings and turned around and flew away.

"Bah!" Wang Er spat, but he was no longer afraid. He ran to the foot of the mountain and walked up the mountain along the path.

"What's so scary about dead people? Sneer..." Wang Er snorted coldly, not knowing whether he was really not afraid or was encouraging himself.

A "slam" sound flew past behind him. Wang Er hurriedly turned around and saw a white shadow flashing and pounced into the woods.

Immediately, Wang Er's scalp became numb and he immediately stared at his eyes and shouted, "Who is it!"

There was no response except the north wind.

He rubbed his eyes and forced himself to tell himself that he must be blurry, he must be yes. But his body's reaction was uncontrollable. He felt his spine stiff, his legs trembled slightly, his gritted teeth creaked, and his eyes were filled with fear.

While walking forward, he kept looking at both sides of the road. The night wind blew, the branches rustled, and his back was covered in sweat.

The long-lasting emptiness is really hard to bear, and the road to the mountain tonight is surprisingly long.

He could no longer hold on and couldn't help but shout, "Don't come! Come here again, I'll burn you!"

The wind was whistling, and Wang Erding was there, looked and then turned around and continued walking towards the mountain.

There was another "crash" sound, and Wang Er dared not turn his head. He heard that there are three fires on humans. Ghosts are afraid of the yang fire on humans. If he doesn't look at them, ghosts will not come.

He stood there froze. He saw green fire passing by in the mountains and forests. He couldn't help but shout, "Ghost!" His legs were trembling and wanted to escape but could not take steps. He felt a heat in his lower body, and a heat flow dripped from his crotch to the ground.

A figure came from a distance, and was over ten feet tall, wearing black clothes and wearing a black umbrella. "Gee" the man smiled.

“Geeh.”
Chapter completed!