On the day the ghost matchmaker's eldest daughter got married, in the middle of the night, there was a gloomy wind.

Halfway through, I don't know where there was a whining cry, and a bobcat roared.

The ghost matchmaker was quite scared, but then the eldest daughter went to the man's house smoothly.

She didn't care about her daughter, it was her own fate how her daughter lived in the man's house.

The ghost matchmaker ran away with 89,999, and went to a distant county. This time, he had a good time and found another man.

It's just that men also use money, so she expands the market and keeps making matches for ghosts.

The customs in the outside world are different from theirs. Everyone talks about the law, even the girl's parents will not 'marry' their dead daughter out.

"Although the business is hard to do, you can get more money if you make a deal." The ghost matchmaker said: "You don't know those rich people, sometimes they are more superstitious."

The last time, she took a big order.

As long as it is done, and the dowry is not counted, she can get hundreds of thousands by herself.

At that time, the requirements specified by the client were also relatively strict, not only unmarried and clean, matching the age, but also having a college degree or above.

She inquired for a long time and finally found it, but as soon as she mentioned it to the girl's parents, she was beaten out by the girl's parents with a steel rod.

With hundreds of thousands of dollars in front of her, she was of course not reconciled. She was getting older at the time, and she just thought that if she got one more vote, she would quit.

So...she secretly ran to dig out the girl's ashes.

"A lot of people in our industry actually do this. How can there be so many suitable girls? With the progress of the times, there are not so many girls who agree to this kind of thing."

So there are quite a lot of things like stealing dead people. When some people find out that they have been stolen, they will run away anyway when they cry and grab the ground. If they can't be caught, what can they do with them.

The coward folded his arms and said coldly: "You guys are really wicked!"

The ghost matchmaker said: "How can you say it's immoral? When we get down there, everyone will have a companion. How nice it is."

"Death can't create any value, it's better to sell it, don't waste it."

The ghosts were speechless.

Susie: "I'm so angry that my heart hurts!"

She grabbed the quilt and took a bite.

Mitch patted her on the back and continued to ask, "Beating to death?"

The ghost matchmaker nodded: "Well, the girl's family beat her to death in the middle of the night in the wilderness. They put them on a bamboo pole and stuck them on the girl's grave to apologize."

The man she found only cares about money, and he hasn't looked for her since she disappeared.

As for her original husband's family, eldest daughter's family, and her mother's family, they will not come to her anymore.

In this way, she was worn on the bamboo, exposed to the scorching sun, blown by wind and rain, eaten by wild beasts, and the bones were also bitten by wild beasts.

However, her soul was perpetually worn on the grave with a bamboo pole, and she was tortured under the scorching sun and washed by rain for ten years. She was repeatedly beaten to death and eaten by wild animals until she became an evil ghost.

All the ghosts: "It deserves it!"

I don't know when to listen to the addicted 'passer-by' rogue: "Tsk tsk, it's miserable, worse than me!"

The ghosts still wanted to ask how the rogue ghost and the greedy ghost died, but seeing Susie seemed depressed, they stopped asking.

"Susie, what's the matter?" The coward looked into her eyes.

Susie pursed her lips and shook her head.

The coward feels distressed.

Susie's heart becomes heavy every time she looks at the various aspects of life. Repeating this process, in a sense, is it not the process of an evil ghost repeating the death experience?

The coward at this moment only thinks that Mitch is too cruel. If there is any experience, you have to start when you are a child, and you can start at the age of 18.

Mitch didn't know what to think, his heart hurt, and he suddenly coughed violently.

In the past few days, he would occasionally go to the dark montes of the gourd to practice, but the King of Urban had killed him, and dark montes of this level could not heal his injuries.

No one noticed that the black hair at the back of Mitch's neck had quietly turned into white hair.

Mitch smiled wryly, he didn't want to be cruel either.

His injury was actually not the root of his worries. Even if he disappeared, Susie had so many family members and General of ghosts who accompanied her, he was not worried.

That day he glimpsed a future that horrified him.

Susie's experience in this life is only eighteen years old.

How dare he feel distressed, how dare he indulge...

He was very afraid that she would fail in the end, and that would be her eternal doom.

The wimp saw something wrong with Mitch.

At night, the coward in the gourd discussed with Playa ghost in a low voice: " He doesn't look very well, what he said to Susie today seems to be more pressing..."

Playa ghost also whispered: "You mean... Mitch doesn't have much time left?"

The coward nodded: "I'm just guessing, otherwise he wouldn't need to be so impatient..."

While talking, Susie's voice suddenly remembered: "What are you talking about?"

Susie was just about to go to bed when she overheard the conversation between the Playa ghost and the coward in the gourd.

She got up in a jerk, and asked in a panic: "Are you saying that Master is dead?"

The coward didn't expect that Susie could hear what they said—but the gourd belonged to Susie, and it was normal for her to hear it, but usually when the gourd was closed, she couldn't hear it unless she listened specially.

The wimp came out, sitting cross-legged on the bed, close to Susie.

He said softly, "What's wrong with Susie? Can't sleep? Why did you overhear us suddenly?"

There was a buzzing in Susie's head, and there was only one thought: Master is going to die...

impossible!

How could he disappear?

Susie got up immediately and grabbed the sleeping Grandpa Turtle.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa Turtle!" She gritted her teeth anxiously, her voice trembling: "Susie didn't mean to hurt you, please forgive me."

Grandpa Turtle is different from other ordinary turtles.

Some things can only be calculated through it.

Grandpa Turtle poked his head out and gently arched Susie's fingers, as if to comfort her.

Susie gritted her teeth and turned the turtle over. She raised her middle and index fingers, and a cluster of yellow flames burst out when she raised her hand.

The flames scorched the turtle's back, and Grandpa Turtle seemed to be in some pain, but he still kept his eyes closed.

click...

With a soft sound, the turtle split open.

Playa ghost murmured: "This is the real turtle..."

Susie looked at the cracks on the turtle's back, and her little face turned pale for a moment.

The coward asked, "What's the matter?"

Susie pursed her lips, rarely speaking.

Her small body was trembling. If she had cried loudly before, she was silent now.

"I'm fine." Susie whispered, "I'm going to bed. "

She hugged Grandpa Turtle, covered the quilt obediently, and closed her eyes.

Grandpa Turtle moved, stretched his four legs peacefully, and fell asleep peacefully with his head drooping in Susie's palm.

Playa ghost and the cowardly ghost looked at each other without saying a word. Before returning to the gourd, the cowardly ghost whispered: "Susie, don't be afraid, no matter what time, we will be by your side."

After speaking, he touched Susie's forehead, helped her push aside her broken bangs, and gently pressed a kiss on her forehead.

Only then did I go back to Gourd.

On a quiet night, Susie's tears slipped down quietly, and she couldn't stop it.

Master lied!