"Just wait and see, Ayou's shop will close sooner or later... Why? Of course because that fat pig will eat up that shop! Humph! That fat pig is so fat and so edible

, Sooner or later, you and Ayou will die together!"

"Keep your tongue, sir, and stop being so foul-mouthed!" Aunt Mei advised again angrily.

But Uncle Dong became more and more enthusiastic: "Actually, I already knew that this was all a conspiracy! There must be a conspiracy between Ayou and that fat pig, otherwise why would they suddenly let us eat for free? No money was charged, and the food was still there.

With such a big market, doesn’t this prove that they have a conspiracy?”

Aunt Mei laughed and shook her head.

Uncle Dong scolded angrily: "What the hell, I'll find an atomic bomb and blow them up!"

Aunt Mei couldn't bear it anymore and deliberately poked him with a needle.

"Ouch!" Uncle Dong screamed in pain, and immediately straightened his body and did not dare to move.

Aunt Mei smiled with satisfaction.

"You throw away the garbage later, I'll finish the last bit of this piece of material, and we'll burn the paper as a sacrifice." Aunt Mei said.

"Then I have to take off my fat pig clothes, otherwise people will think I'm a pig." Uncle Dong snorted coldly.

Ten minutes later, Uncle Dong, who had changed his clothes, took the garbage to the corridor to throw out the garbage.

It was almost Haishi at this time, and every household had burned the paper, laid out the sacrifices and gone home.

Most of the people living here are old people who are very traditional, so basically every household has turned off the lights and gone to bed.

It was extremely quiet in the corridor, and only Uncle Dong's own "Sasa" footsteps were particularly clear.

Squeak...

As soon as the stairwell door was opened a crack, a cold, damp air mixed with the sour smell of garbage hit my nostrils.

Uncle Dong frowned and pushed open the fire door of the stairwell.

He felt that the door was particularly heavy today, and there seemed to be something blocked behind the door.

He didn't see a pair of bare feet exposed under the crack of the door.

The little feet are black and blue, and the nails are pitch black.

Uncle Dong sidled in through the stairwell door, walked a few steps quickly, and threw the garbage into the trash can next to the door.

He was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly heard the sound of children laughing and playing downstairs.

"You let your children come out to play so late? What a stupid pig!" Uncle Dong frowned and cursed, not bothering to meddle in his own business, so he turned and left.

But he suddenly woke up after taking two steps. He suddenly remembered that since the death of a little boy named Xiaojie more than a month ago, there were no children in this building except Xiaobai!

Uncle Dong felt a little creepy and felt a chill on his back.

"Hee hee hee……"

The children's laughter came from downstairs again.

Listening to the sound, it seems to be one level below.

Uncle Dong hesitated slightly, then turned back, intending to take a closer look.

He is old, half of his body has been buried in the earth, and he no longer has so many taboos about things involving gods and ghosts.

In fact, the older people are, the more curious they are about ghosts and gods, and the more they hope to see ghosts themselves.

Because only when they see ghosts with their own eyes will they feel at ease. No matter how scary the ghosts are, at least they will not be gone after death, nor will they disappear forever.

Every quiet night, Uncle Dong thinks that he will die one day, all consciousness disappears, the body is burned to ashes, and even these ashes no longer exist in the end...

The world is still moving, people are living and dying, coming and going, and it is bustling.

However, he will never exist again, and everything in the world will no longer have anything to do with him. He will disappear from this world forever, as if he has never been here...

Like this for thousands of years, hundreds of millions of years...

He has never existed and will never exist. How terrible is this?

When he thought of this, Uncle Dong was so frightened that he trembled all over and suffocated with fear.

When he was young, he had no taboos and believed in nothing.

But when he got older, he began to believe in Buddhism and ghosts and gods.

He doesn't really believe it, he just hopes that these things exist, he doesn't want them to never exist.

So when he realized that the sounds of the children laughing and playing might not be made by humans, after being frightened, Uncle Dong's first reaction was excitement.

He almost couldn't wait to get to the stairs. He was full of anticipation, hoping that he could see the ghost with his own eyes.

He hopes to be able to prove that people will not disappear completely after death.

He walked quickly to the stairs, stretched his neck and looked downstairs.

He saw it!

He saw a child wearing only trousers squatting on the stairs downstairs, with his back to him.

The light was very dim, and his old eyes were dim, so Uncle Dong couldn't see clearly. He could only make out a rough outline.

He only vaguely saw that this was a child, and saw that the child's skin showed a strange blue-gray color.

Is it a ghost?

Uncle Dong was very excited and wanted to go downstairs to take a closer look.

But he didn't notice that the stairwell door closed at some point, revealing the little devil hiding behind the door.

This kid had half of his head missing. His head was broken and bloody, with some flesh and brain hanging on the stubble of the bones. One eye was drooped on his face, and his mouth was only half open.

He walked gently behind Uncle Dong, suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed hard.

"ah!"

Uncle Dong lost his balance and let out a short exclamation in his throat. The next moment he rolled downstairs.

boom!

His neck hit the edge of the stairs hard, and a large chunk of his cervical spine suddenly protruded.

pain!

The pain that goes deep into the bone marrow!

Uncle Dong groaned twice in pain, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

A man in a gray short coat walked out of the darkness, his eyes sinister, and the corner of his mouth evoked a cold feeling.

A pair of cloudy and sinister eyes stared intently at Uncle Dong lying on the ground.

It’s Ah Jiu!

He took action in advance!

Originally he was not so anxious, but the incident involving the twin female ghosts in 2442 and the arrival of Su Yi gave him a sense of crisis.

He hated this kind of unexpected change, and he was afraid that it might happen later, so he didn't want to wait any longer.

"Brother Dong, don't blame me for being cruel. If you want to blame me, blame your bad luck..." Ah Jiu stared at Uncle Dong and walked out slowly.

Suddenly a small hand grabbed the corner of his clothes, and a soft sobbing sound of pleading came from behind.

Ah Jiu turned around suddenly, her eyes suddenly turned fierce.

He knocked the little hand off, his expression full of warning.

The owner of this little hand is Su Yi's old acquaintance, the kid with the eyes sewed shut.

It took a step back in fear and trembled.

Behind him, there were seven or eight little ghosts about the same size as him, both male and female, with different expressions.

These little devils are all the sins Ah Jiu has committed over the past year or so!

How lucky are they to be born as humans?

But how unfortunate it is that at a young age when he was still ignorant, he was killed by gangsters. Even his soul was refined into a slave, enslaved by others, and never allowed to be reincarnated!

They don't even know why they are like this.

The kid had good intentions and sensed that Uncle Dong was still alive, so he didn't want Ah Jiu to harm his life. However, Ah Jiu warned him that a punishment would be inevitable.

Ah Jiu found out that Uncle Dong was not dead, so he lifted him up and wanted to throw him down again.

Unexpectedly, his actions caused Uncle Dong, who had a broken cervical vertebra, to wake up in pain.

When he saw clearly that it was Ah Jiu, he was shocked and began to struggle hard.

But since he is old and seriously injured, how can he be Ajiu's opponent?

In the end, he was pushed hard by Ah Jiu into the patio of the stairwell.

Uncle Dong suddenly fell from the patio.

At the moment he fell, Uncle Dong heard the exclamations of some children, and he saw several children sticking their heads out to look at him.

Some of these children have lost half of their faces, some have long tongues hanging out, some have rolled their eyes, and some have faces covered in maggots and blood...

There is no doubt that they are all ghosts!

"It turns out that there really are ghosts in this world..."

This was the last thought Uncle Dong had in his life.

Boom!

Then his head hit the edge of the stairs hard, his skull cracked like a watermelon, and his brains spewed out!

He was suddenly plunged into absolute darkness.

Plop!
To be continued...