There were overgrown weeds between two dilapidated shacks. A short man stood in the middle of the weeds. His head could reach my chest. He was almost as high as the weeds. It was difficult to detect his presence in the dark environment, and I didn't know where he was.

I stood there for how long without saying a word, and I didn't even notice.

After a brief panic, I started to be on guard. I looked around with the corner of my eye to make sure that nothing else was peeping in the dark. I gradually had sinister thoughts. I kept searching everywhere. My behavior was definitely strange. If this thing in front of me stabbed

If we go out, the situation for us people will be dangerous...

"Who are you?"

I squinted my eyes slightly and walked towards him step by step. I arched my body and gathered strength. Just as I was about to pounce, the man walked out of the grass.

A strange smiling face gradually became clear before my eyes.

The man was short in stature but had an extraordinarily big head. The corners of his mouth were raised exaggeratedly, as if he were laughing, but his smile had no warmth at all. His eyes were cold, full of violence and resentment.

"Damn it, he's a god of joy, isn't he?"

I muttered in my heart, and the idea of ​​preparing to take action disappeared. I took a small step back and stared at the man in front of me with a wary expression.

The God of Joy is not a god, but a ghost, and a very troublesome kind of ghost!!

If a person encounters a big happy event and is suddenly killed by a disaster from the sky, or loses his life if the happy event does not come true, and becomes even more resentful, it is easy to turn into a god of joy.

Because he died unexpectedly at a happy time, the ghost will always have a smile on his face after death, almost becoming a sign, and his resentment is so terrifying that it can be said to be as deep as an ocean.

Extreme hatred is mixed with rejection and injustice towards fate. It will not accept its fate after death, so it is difficult to eliminate it. People say that cats have nine lives, and the God of Joy probably has the same number. Moreover, this thing can be said to be heart-wrenching and crazy.

, he will kill all his loved ones in the first seven times after death, and then wander around here. Anyone who sees a living person will not be able to help but touch it. It is moody, and it is like a time bomb. Even ghosts cannot tolerate it.

, because you never know which of your actions will anger it and then kill it.

Precisely because this thing has too hard life, I can only give up. If I can't kill it all at once, the situation will probably be even worse. On the contrary, it might be better if I don't take action. I hate gods but hate ghosts. I don't want this thing to follow in front of the soldiers' stronghold.

The ghouls stay together, instead lingering in this place where birds don't poop. I'm afraid that its companions are resisting it, worrying that it will offend it for no reason at any time and be attacked from behind. In this way, even if

It ran to tell the dead ghost that I was sneaky, but I'm afraid the dead ghost wouldn't believe it!

It can be seen that emotions are something that no matter whether you are a human being or a ghost, otherwise you will make people around you feel insecure. If you don't feel safe, they will have to kill you first!

These calculations flashed through my mind in an instant, and then I relaxed and thought about getting rid of this thing first.

"Brother, when did you die?"

The man spoke again and walked toward me step by step, his brows furrowed and his expression heavy with impatience.

Obviously, it was dissatisfied with my silent attitude and seemed to want to take action.

My heart skipped a beat and I said with a sullen face: "It's from the Ming Dynasty."

The year is a criterion for measuring strength among corpses and monsters. A master like Chang Yao who has lived for three thousand years can scare the shit out of him just by talking about his year without having to do anything!

Sure enough, when the year of three or four hundred years has changed, the fierce God of Joy has to take it easy and stop advancing step by step. The fierce light in his eyes dimmed, he looked at me expectantly and asked: "Senior, you

Were they also driven here by those people in front?"

I shook my head: "I just arrived today, so I came out for a walk if I have nothing to do."

The man lowered his head and sighed helplessly. On the wooden pillow in front of the shack, which was quite lonely, there was a strange "bang" sound, as if something exploded, and then he saw a bulge at the bottom of his shirt.

, a piece of intestine slowly slipped out...

The man acted as if he hadn't seen it. He skillfully picked up the intestines with his fingers and stuffed them back at will. Then he muttered to himself: "Why can't they tolerate me? They had to drive me here..."

This guy was as emotionally sensitive as a young man grieving for his youth. He shook his head and lamented for a while. He probably felt lonely because of being rejected, so he asked me if I could sit with him for a while.

I hesitated for a moment, and sat down on the other side of the wooden pillow with some confusion, pointing at his waist: "It's leaking out again..."

"Oh, thank you..."

The man opened his shirt and found that several holes had been poked in his belly by something unknown. This time he stuffed the intestines that had leaked out very carefully and carefully. When he saw that the intestines would no longer flow out, he patted his belly with satisfaction: "

Hey, by the way, senior, I forgot to ask, how did you die?"

A living person was talking to a ghost about this topic...

My mood at the moment was definitely a bit complicated, so I said vaguely: "Military disaster, he was hacked to death and stuffed into the stove!"

"This is more pitiful. I still have a coffin."

The man looked at me with some sympathy, then lowered his head and said softly: "I used to like a woman when I was in school, I liked her very much...

I have never dared to say it, but I think she also likes me, so I have been waiting for the day when it will happen.

Waiting and waiting, waiting and waiting, she found someone.

Later we broke up and it wasn't my turn...

So I waited again.

Just waiting and waiting, in the blink of an eye I am already in my thirties.

That day, she came to find me..."

After saying this, he suddenly turned around and asked me: "Senior, do you know what your first reaction is when you see a woman you particularly like?"

Her blurry face suddenly appeared in my mind...

That face just flashed away, and soon, another face that was clearer and more profound emerged.

It’s Zhao Yao!

I shook my head hard to get these messy thoughts out of my mind.

The man thought I didn't know, and sighed, as if he was pitying me. Then he patted his belly and said that if you like someone so much that you dream of her, then every time you see her, your body will be more beautiful than your mouth.

More honest, with false greetings on the lips, but body...

He said that it was during that meeting that he felt that he should not wait any longer. Regardless of whether she agreed or not, he had to do something with her!

I said you have waited too long and are abnormal.

"When I was sixteen or seventeen, I waited until I was thirty. I originally had the opportunity to deal with the first hand, but in the end, I didn't even get the tenth hand. Who wouldn't be perverted?"

The man didn't care at all and smiled strangely: "That day, when I was about to confess my feelings, she suddenly took me shopping...

What a pity, I have been waiting for ten years, and this is the first time she asked me to go shopping with her. My excited mind went blank, so I let her drag me to the mall. She went directly to a store selling clothes. There was an event.

, buy one and get one free, one piece she wore and one piece I wore.

She patted the clothes on my body and said they looked really good, and asked me if it was appropriate to buy one and get one free. I nodded stupidly and she smiled.

While eating, she looked at me and said that she was pregnant, but she wanted to marry me and had liked me for a long time.

Seeing that I didn't respond, she added, "I said it's appropriate to buy one and get one free. This is also buy one and get one free."

I was so dizzy...I just agreed.

It wasn't until I got home at night that I suddenly remembered that I had never said that I liked her for more than ten years, so why did she suddenly come to me when she was pregnant?"

The man laughed loudly, his eyes were indescribably ferocious, and he kept patting his thighs and laughing wildly: "It turns out that she always knew, always knew, but just didn't say it!"

The resentment almost spurted out!

I rubbed my arms and said subconsciously: "It doesn't matter if you don't agree to something you want me to do, but if you agree, it's nonsense..."

After I finished speaking, I felt a little regretful and worried about irritating this guy.

Unexpectedly, this guy suddenly calmed down and nodded in agreement: "That's the truth. She is willing to marry me because she came to her door by herself, so why do I have nothing to say to her?

I figured it out that day. I had to get her no matter what. Anyway, the best ten years had been wasted. I wasn’t afraid of delaying it for another few decades. If she married into my family, there were many ways to make her life worse than death.

, don’t even think about the evil seed in her belly!”

I looked at this guy seriously for the first time, and suddenly I felt that his appearance was not very ferocious. In comparison, his heart when he was alive was even more chilling.

The man was immersed in his own world and said to himself: "That stupid woman actually believed me. The next day, I took the morning off and went to get the marriage certificate with her. We hurriedly prepared it after work in the evening.

go home……

Alas, I was too impatient and shouldn't have driven so fast...

As a result... I was in a daze and collided with the car in front...

Then, the cars behind me bumped up one by one, and I was squeezed into the seat. Every time I bumped into it, I became squeezed tighter...

I couldn't move at all. I felt like something had punctured my belly, and the contents inside were constantly flowing out. My head was drooping on the air bag, and my brain was dripping down along my face. It was very thick...

Then, I felt like I was floating up, and I watched myself lying there motionless. I could also hear someone outside saying - this Japanese car is so unreliable, the driver can be seen from the front after the collision.

My feet are twitching..."

I have never died, so of course I don’t know what it feels like. I can only sit aside and listen to this guy talk about how after he became a ghost, he went back and killed that woman, how he haunted all his family members to death, and what happened next.

How he killed so many people, was eventually chased by ghosts, and hid in the Yinren Inn.

The God of Joy's mood is like a time bomb. When this guy is immersed in the past, he becomes frighteningly resentful. I feel anxious, but I don't dare to interrupt. Once I interrupt, its resentment cannot be vented, and if it can't be saved, it will have to vent its anger on me.

He waited for it to finish talking, and then asked quickly: "When I came here, I heard that a woman was captured. Since you hate women so much and have killed so many of them one after another, you don't plan on doing this..."

The man was still immersed in his own world when he heard the words and blurted out: "Do you think I don't want to kill her? Just when he was about to do it, he was slapped back by the leader, and then he was rushed here. That woman was brought back by the leader

, and was later taken away by him..."

My breathing became rapid and I asked, "Where were you taken?"
To be continued...