[Silver Soul Earth Silver] Demon World Chaos-A Hundred Ghost Story

The women returned with a full load and cut two linings, one for men and one for women.Fu went to buy a hairpin again, which is said to be from Korea.Their long hair is used to a bun, and they also want to try how it looks like with a hairpin tied in.As soon as a woman encounters this kind of thing, she will be excited, discussing the day when she will get together to think about it.

If you want to change the method, at least you have to wash it once.If you have long hair, you will get more marks every day, but it is impossible to cut it.Not only did they not cut it, but they had to wait until about ten feet before giving up.I think how many men fell in love with you because of your back and hair. If you cut it, wouldn't the past be overthrown?

So the men are right, women are troublesome existence.

When I came back, I wanted to take the Liujiao path, but there were a few chariots blocking the road.The chariot has a transparent bamboo tent, the top is pale pink feather down, and the seat cover is a dark red upholstery.This is a two-wheeled chariot, and there is a driver in front of it. It seems effortless to walk one step at a time.The person sitting in the car is probably a big person, but because of the cover of the tent, it is hard to see clearly.

Either it's Guan Bai or it's the female emperor, right?

After a little guesswork, the women turned back to Sitiaofang.But it would be better not to return, once again I saw the old man dragging the children and talking endlessly.Look at the chattering formation and the children's relished reactions, do you really think this is a storytelling station for the Han people?

"What are you talking about? It's been so long..." He couldn't help but sighed, his eyes wandered around the children's faces, and he thought that if his own children were here, he would be punished for having no food tonight.

"The little ones love to hear this." The friend was not angry.

"Wait for me to listen."

"Don't you have to go home and wash the rice?"

"The sun hasn't set yet..."

"you really……"

As soon as he finished giving the lantern, the old man started to talk about the story of Shiki Boy before his saliva was dry.He didn't expect Zashiki Warji to look like that, and everyone said that Zashiki Warji was a good boy, who loved to play and make trouble, and lived here occasionally, bringing good luck and money to the family.But there are too few human beings for her to look at. She is a picky child. If she thinks everyone is good, then she has to move all year round, right?

When he said this, the children laughed and pointed at him and said that you must be jealous because she hasn't been to your house.

The old man touched the wrinkles on the back of his hand and muttered that he had been there and would not tell you.

A few years after that, Zashiki warji visited his house.At that time, he was just married, and he married a woman he didn't like very much.Because his father died of illness, he had no choice but to be pushed into the head of the family, and the head wife came naturally.That was his cousin from afar. It is said that the two families were of the same blood in the previous generation, but now that I see her, I can't find any similarity.

His mother directly arranged a marriage for him, and the cowardly he complied. He gave birth to a child in the same year, and his son was already seven years old when the Zaishu boy arrived.Zashiki-douji was dressed in red. He felt a little familiar when he first saw it, but he didn't think about it carefully. His memory has always been bad.There is nothing to be displeased about when a homeless man comes to his house and becomes the companion of his son.

After living like this for a few months, he unknowingly regarded Zashiki Warji as his own child, and became closer and closer.The business has been very good, he is quick to get started, and because he is straightforward, he will not offend others.But his mother always taught him to be clever, otherwise he wouldn't know if he was eaten by others.At night, he smiled at his wife next to his pillow and said, "Who will eat me?"

Zashiki Doji appeared on the third day, kicked over the second-story scaffolding in front of the hall, turned and left.My wife ran over and hugged him, saying that the child bullied me and showed him the wound on his arm. Before he could react, he saw his wife hiding in the hut that night, plastered with amulets and filled with sheep's blood, doing something.Seeing him coming, the wife laughed and said that it was Zashiki Doji, husband, you don't know, but I knew it from the beginning.Why not trap her, with her here, our family can prosper for hundreds of years, enduring and accumulating wealth.

It was then that he understood what his mother meant, that what he wanted to eat...was his wife.So when the family changed, his mother died of illness, his servants ran away, his wife went crazy, and his son died young, he felt that it was his fault that his family had angered Zashiki Doji.He also understood why the kind child in the legend had a weird personality.

After finishing speaking intermittently, the old man smiled wryly: "So I'm a loner now, waiting for that boy to take my life every day."

"Will it kill you?" The children only felt that the story was indeed a story, and besides being fascinated by it, they just imagined the scene.Is it true?This is not too important.

The woman who had come to eavesdrop just now picked up her basket and dragged her friend out of the path.When a friend asked her how she heard, she shook her head and did not answer.A commoner has seen too few things, but heard a lot of absurd things. Many times, you think it is untrue, but you will subconsciously pay attention to your surroundings.

At that time, all the children standing beside her were fat, thin, tall and short, about seven or eight.But when I entered these four workshops in the morning, there were only six of them, right?Including the child who was slapped by him, there are only six.Who was the girl standing on her right at that time, wearing a red dress with two buns in her hair?

But seeing that she also pretended to be listening to the story, her face was full of curiosity, and her brows were slightly frowned. Was she thinking that the story was familiar, or was the storyteller familiar?

"Zashiki-douji...is he a god?" She asked her friend tremblingly.The friend replied: "After listening to your description, I think she went to that family because she likes it. It's nothing to do with her family. It's the woman's own fault."

"But what if she comes back?"

"If you come back, it's because you miss that person."

"what?"

There was a burst of bells in the air, sharp and high, piercing the sky.However, neither the storyteller nor the storyteller heard it. Only a girl in red turned around, disappeared in place, and then appeared on a road separated from the four lanes.The bell that rang just now was hanging on the neck of the animal in front of it. It opened its mouth wide and exhaled miasma. The miasma hovered around its body, turned into venom, and dripped to the ground.

"Hiss———" The ground was instantly corroded.

The girl got angry, rolled up her sleeves and said, "Toad monster, close your mouth quickly."

"Hiss - hiss - hiss -"

"Drool is all over the floor!"

At this time, a barrier suddenly appeared on the back of the toad monster, and a man emerged from it.The man sat comfortably on it, and seemed to be dozing off a moment ago, with his head tilted, his head resting on the cushion surrounded by bones, his curly hair curled up slightly.At this moment, he half opened his eyes and looked down at the girl who was looking up at him.

"Zashiki..."

It was the familiar voice, lazily and majestic, making people want to submit to him.Zashiki-douji bent over and said softly, "Hello, leader."

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