shady writers

It's only past eight o'clock in the evening. Although it's not too late, the street lights on the street, the neon lights in the commercial area, etc. have all been turned on.

On the big screen outside a certain commercial city, which usually charges hundreds of thousands of dollars an hour, a supernatural film is being staged at this moment, but this supernatural film is real and happening.

On the screen, the entire bus has been covered with frost. The gray-haired woman is no longer as elegant and dignified as before. Her originally neat hair is loose at the moment, and there is even a lot of dirt standing between her hair. Dao paw prints left red bloodstains at this moment.

The olive green dress was also stained with some unknown liquid, showing a dull pattern, and at the same time, the mud was also covered with her clothes and shoes.

The moment she opened her mouth, there was an ear-piercing and shrill sound, and mud fell out of it.

Just by her attire, one can already guess what happened to her.

She was stabbed many times and was buried in the soil after her death.

As a resentful evil spirit, she was supposed to go where she should go, the vast desert. After a long trek, after going through various trials, she found the legendary teahouse and passed through that place. The trial of the mysterious store manager will finally result in resurrection, death or eternal suffering.

Han Ling has never done anything bad in her life, and she even helps poor students to go to school every year, as well as various donations.

And her death is also a death in vain, so naturally there is a chance of resurrection.

But once she kills someone as a ghost, everything before her will be reset to zero, she will be lost in the desert, and as one of the countless ghosts guarded by the store manager, she will never find peace.

Now, there is still a chance.

It's just this opportunity, no one knows.

In other words, even if Han Ling knew about this opportunity, she didn't necessarily want it. Her lovely, kind, and well-behaved daughter sadly lost her life just because of a crazy woman's fantasy.

And her son-in-law was also killed by the enemy in order to avenge her daughter.

Han Ling's parents have died, her husband has also passed away, her daughter is her only relative in the world, how can she accept it just disappearing from her life.

Yin Qi was turbulent in the bus, and the ground was covered with silt-like foul-smelling soil and the smell of blood.

Han Ling held onto Qian Meiyue's neck tightly with her corpse-spotted hand, and slowly lifted her up. Qian Meiyue tried her best to break her hand, and even took off some of the rotten flesh, but she couldn't let her go. She lets go.

When she was about to die, Qian Meiyue's instinctive desire to survive broke out, and the fear of death welled up in her heart.

"I...was wrong, yes, I'm sorry." She said intermittently, with a look of remorse.

Han Ling's eyes were completely black at the moment, and it was impossible to see if she was looking at Qian Meiyue, but the strength in her hand seemed to be a little lighter, as if she was moved by the other party's apology.

"You think I'll let you go?"

Suddenly, Han Ling smiled.

"You hold the lives of my daughter, my son-in-law, and me!" Han Ling smiled and shed tears of blood.

"It's a family that should be happy."

"I hate--"

"hatred--"

Han Ling had already made up his mind to kill her, and the more forceful his fingers were, the pitch-black nails were about to pierce Qian Meiyue's throat.

At this moment, the front door of the car was opened, and two people walked up.

The leader was a man with long black hair. He was wearing casual clothes, and he seemed to just go out for a walk at night. On his shoulder was a big orange cat like a scarf, which stretched from his left shoulder to the right shoulder.

Seeing the scene inside, it hiccupped, and reluctantly raised its eyes to look at the ghost.

The orange-haired clerk didn't say anything, but a big chainsaw popped out of his palm, like a terrifying murderer.

He pulled the chainsaw and said to Han Ling, "Let go of the person in your hand."

Han Ling heard from his mouth that the other party was here to stop him, and the strength in his hands increased again, Qian Meiyue began to roll her eyes, and she was about to die.

Han Ling felt her arm sink. She raised her eyes and saw the big fat orange who was still resting on the long-haired man's shoulder just now was standing on her arm.

It waved its claws, and Han Ling felt a sharp pain, but she still refused to let go, "Why stop me—"

That kind of anger seemed to break through the screen. At this moment, even passers-by who were scared but still watched in front of the big screen couldn't help cheering for her.

This kind of scum deserves to die.

Why stop Han Ling!

It's just that people have a grievance, a debt, and a master to avenge.

At this time, the protagonist of justice is always annoying.

The orange cat didn't care, it scoffed at Han Ling, showing its fangs, as a warning.

Han Ling naturally didn't care about it, and even wanted to attack it.

So the orange cat stretched out its claws and grabbed Han Ling's hand.

It was only now that Qian Meiyue finally fell to the ground, and the orange cat also fell to the ground extremely lightly.

Qian Meiyue exhaled heavily and hid behind the orange cat. At this moment, she could deduce from the previous situation that the orange cat and those two people came to rescue her.

She shouted hoarsely: "Let her be wiped out! This evil spirit!"

That's right, that's how it is played in the stories, because she is a human being, so she must be protected, and the evil spirits must be eliminated!The people who came must be the kind of Mr. Taoist, capable and different.

The young clerk with orange hair pulled the chainsaw, and the chainsaw roared, and then he lifted the chainsaw and jumped towards Han Ling and Qian Meiyue.

Qian Meiyue's face showed a smug look, so what if you become a ghost, if you die once, you can die a second time, this time you will be out of your wits.

Han Ling was extremely vigilant, ready to resist the opponent's attack.

but……

Qian Meiyue felt that her vision was a bit strange, as if she had fallen from the roof, her entire vision was deviated, and when she saw her lower body, she finally understood why this deviation occurred.

"boom!"

Her upper body fell to the ground, and the whole bus split a gap from the middle, and then it fell down twice like a watermelon was cut, and then her upper body fell out of the bus, but the contact Not a hard road, but soft yellow sand?

The video disappeared, and the big screens in major shopping malls and buildings returned to normal, but at this moment, everyone wanted to know what was going on there!

Han Ling stayed where he was.

She originally thought that the other party was attacking her, but she didn't expect Qian Meiyue to be split in half.

why?

Didn't these people come to destroy her, this evil spirit?

Didn't he protect Qian Meiyue, a villain, and hand everything over to the police?

The long-haired man walked over slowly, and the orange-haired youth put down the chainsaw and shouted, "The store manager."

The other party nodded, squatted down, gently stroked Qian Meiyue's head, and then said in an extremely gentle and comforting voice: "You failed the trial, congratulations, you have obtained the qualification to fall into the desert of death forever, and welcome to you, my child!" go home."

Han Lingcai realized that something was wrong. They are now in a desert, and there is a teahouse near the desert.

The sand was moving, and something came out of the sand.

Is that a dog?

A dog with bones exposed on half of its body was obviously dead. At this moment, it was looking at this side viciously. Seeing that no one stopped it, it bit Qian Meiyue's lower body and ran away.

Qian Meiyue's upper body suddenly screamed, and she could still feel the pain in her lower body.

"My legs! My legs—" she cried.

The weather began to cool down, the air became cloudy, and the yellow sand began to float with the airflow.

Another sandstorm.

The orange-haired clerk picked up the orange cat and ran into the teahouse. The storyteller opened the door, took the cat from him, and the two of them entered the teahouse.

Outside the teahouse, there is yellow sand flying all over the sky, but inside the fence of the teahouse, it is extremely calm, without a single grain of sand flying up.

Qian Meiyue was still howling.

The store manager put on windproof glasses, then put a scarf on himself to cover his mouth and nose, took out an amethyst-like bead from his pocket, and pointed the bead at Qian Meiyue.

Afterwards, a crimson light emerged from the bead, that red color was like the color of dried blood, revealing ominous and evil.

The store manager sighed and threw the beads into the whirlwind. In an instant, the whole desert was surrounded by howls of joy, but the sound of joy was dark and terrifying, and one could tell that it was not a good thing.

The whirlwind swept Qian Meiyue's upper body into it.

The store manager took out another amethyst-like bead, and aimed it at Han Ling this time.

This time, the center of the bead revealed the same light gold color as her daughter and son-in-law. The store manager threw the bead into a whirlwind, and it calmed down. The yellow sand slowly fell back to the ground, and Qian Meiyue's upper body disappeared.

Just as you can imagine, it must not have been a wonderful experience.

The store manager turned to Han Ling and said, "Would you like to go to the store for a cup of tea, maybe you can wait for the person you want to wait for."

Han Ling's appearance gradually changed back to the one before his death, with regular hair, clean skirt, and white skin, and those corpse spots disappeared.

"Can I?" For some reason, Han Ling asked a sentence that he didn't quite understand.

"Of course, it just needs a little testing." The store manager said.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, I want to drink a cup of tea." Han Ling nodded.

In fact, she is only in her 50s, and she is well maintained. She looks like she is only in her 30s, but because of the blow of the death of her daughter and son-in-law, she has no time for maintenance, and she is gradually haggard and old. She doesn't even have time to dye her hair black. A piece of white from the root.

But at this moment, she seems to have changed back to the beginning, when all the misfortunes have not yet come, she looks much younger, dignified, elegant, and beautiful.

The store manager pointed to the teahouse not far away, and said, "Then come, there is always a cup of tea that will suit you."

So he took Han Ling to the teahouse, opened the door, and the wind chimes hanging on the door frame rang.

"Welcome, Desert Teahouse." The orange-haired clerk had already dressed for hospitality at some point, and lazily said to the incoming guests.

The store manager pointed Han Ling to an empty seat by the window, "Maybe you can sit there first and have a cup of tea."

Han Ling nodded to the store manager, went to sit down, looked at the menu, and finally ordered a cup of dream tea. She didn't know what the tea meant, but she remembered that when her daughter just left, she really wanted her to into her dreams.

Unfortunately not.

So, can this generation of Dream Tea let her meet the person she wants to see?

The store manager smiled and said, "You ordered a good cup of tea."