This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

When Aunt Zhou woke up, she saw a group of people surrounding her. She was so scared that she crawled to her feet, but her throat suddenly felt itchy. She tilted her head to the side and started coughing violently. After coughing for a while, she spat out a few black water plants from her mouth, and then she felt much better.

"Aunt Zhou Er, what happened to you? I saw you sewing shoe soles at home at noon. How did you suddenly fall into the water?" Everyone was talking at once, and Aunt Zhou Er's head was buzzing.

She stared blankly at the people around her. Her whole body was warmed by the warm sunshine. She patted her head with her hands and answered in surprise, "I don't know either... Oh, yes, I just wanted to come here for some reason, and then I was walking along the ridge of the field. Suddenly I fell down, and then I fell into the water. Fortunately, I grabbed a rope and didn't drown!"

The witch who was beating the water with her peach wood cane finally finished the rescue work over there. When she came over, she heard these words and was so angry that she imitated her words in a shrill voice, saying sarcastically: "You are still 'lucky to hold on to the rope'? If it weren't for this young man passing by, you would have sunk into the pond long ago!"

The young man passing by was referring to An Ling. She had lost her big beard in the fight, and she didn't want to get into any trouble, so she continued to wear men's clothes. But without the beard, she looked like a pale-faced scholar.

An Ling straightened her hat and smiled at Aunt Zhou and the indignant witch: "Don't be angry, dear sisters. It's best that no one is hurt."

"Tsk, such a smooth talker, you don't seem to be a good person at first glance..." the man curled his lips.

When Aunt Zhou saw An Ling, her eyes lit up. She jumped up from the ground, held An Ling's hands, and said with a smile: "Oh, you are such a kind and handsome boy. Come to my house later, and I will definitely treat you well!"

The witch pushed Aunt Zhou's arm and scolded, "You look like you've never seen a man before! It's not like Jiji can just marry any man, why don't you understand?"

Aunt Zhou glared at the witch. The tension between the two was like a world war was about to break out. Fortunately, An Ling spoke up in time to stop the impending storm. She said shyly, "I'm sorry, I already have a wife. It's getting dark, I still hope to rest at your house before continuing on my journey."

Aunt Zhou was about to agree when the witch tugged at her sleeve, pulled her aside, and whispered something to her. Then the two of them came over and invited An Ling to their home for a simple meal.

No matter what, An Ling had just saved someone. A group of villagers surrounded her and took her towards the village.

After so much trouble, the sky gradually darkened and lanterns were lit in front of every house. An Ling found that these lanterns looked very strange. The outer shell of the lanterns was not made of paper or leather, but was woven from bent branches of some plants. The candlelight inside came out from the holes. The lighting effect was very limited, but it looked very design-oriented.

An Ling asked curiously: "Second Aunt, what is this lantern?"

Aunt Zhou smiled and said, "You are not from here, are you? This is a twelfth lunar month custom in Jiangning. It is called 'lighting willow lanterns'. These lanterns are made from willow branches that were freshly picked last year, and are made through a number of processes such as tanning and oiling. Legend has it that as long as you place a willow lantern outside your home, the evil spirits will not be able to see where your home is, and will avoid it."

"Oh, so that's what you mean. I was wondering why it didn't look bright enough." An Ling said with a smile.

However, she never expected that inside the door, several pairs of eyes were staring at her shyly, and when they saw her looking at them, they hid back in fear.

Seeing this, Aunt Zhou shouted, "Amei! Erya! What are you two hiding for?" She raised her foot and wanted to rush in, but was stopped by the man of the family. The man was also in the rescue team. He said to Aunt Zhou angrily, "Don't go too far! I warned you not to gossip about other people's families like that!"

Aunt Zhou put her hands on her hips, looked the man up and down, and sneered, "You tuberculosis patient, why are you pretending to be so arrogant instead of taking your medicine?"

The man became even angrier. He took a few sharp breaths and began to cough until his face turned red. He pointed at Aunt Zhou and cursed, "If I had known it was you, a bitch, who fell into the water, I wouldn't have run to save you! I would have drowned you!"

The two of them kept quarreling, and the others looked at each other. Some people were annoyed and went home first; some people were very gossipy and watched them quarrel happily with their arms folded, and shouted a few words from time to time to cheer for the contestants they supported.

An Ling had seen many of these village shrews before, but Aunt Zhou was so full of energy right after being pulled out of the water. Her energy was truly admirable.

The witch pulled An Ling away, looking as if she was too embarrassed to see anyone. She smiled awkwardly at An Ling and said, "Don't worry about her, she's just like that. Let's go back first. I'll cook a good meal for you."

An Ling said: "Thank you. Actually, I have a question that I've wanted to ask for a while. What is the relationship between you two?" An Ling initially guessed that they were mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, but after a closer look, it didn't seem like that, so she asked out of curiosity.

Their home is at the end of the village, but the village is not big and can be reached in a few steps. The witch is leaning on a cane, but she walks very vigorously. No one knows why she carries a cane with her when she goes out.

The witch took An Ling into the house and explained to her, "She is actually my daughter, not my daughter-in-law."

"Ah?" An Ling was shocked.

The witch was calling out "Chiu Chiu" and "Chiu Chiu" loudly in the house, but no one paid any attention. She asked curiously, "What's going on? Where is Chiu Chiu? She's not at home so late. Where did she go?"

After saying that, she was ready to get up and look for Jiujiu. Just as An Ling was about to speak, the witch turned around and smiled at An Ling, "I almost forgot, I still have to cook for you. Be good, and you'll have food to eat soon."

An Ling was confused. She couldn't help but feel uneasy as she watched the witch busy in the kitchen. She was sure that the witch and Aunt Zhou were both human, not ghosts. So why was the witch so strange just now? Was she mentally ill or something?

An Ling didn't dare to make a conclusion, nor did she want to delve into it. After all, she was just a kind person passing by. It was getting late, and she felt a little nauseous after eating dry food. Now it was not bad to have farm vegetables to eat.

Just in case, she ran to the kitchen, under the pretext of wanting to help, but in fact she was watching the witch cook in case she did anything. After being in the underworld for so long, she was really afraid of some insidious tricks.

Just when the dishes were served on the table, Zhou Er's aunt came back. When she saw An Ling, she smiled happily and said, "Oh! You're here. Come and sit down. Chirp, call someone." She lowered her head and said to her daughter on her right.

An Ling looked over when she heard the sound, only to see that there was nothing on Aunt Zhou's right hand side. She was the only one there from beginning to end, and there was no "chi chirp" at all!