C47 (2/2)

At this time, the red-clothed female ghost once again asked me if that man should die.

I swallowed my saliva and said to the ghost girl in red, ”Why are you so fixated on the question of whether or not he should die? After so many years, he should have already become a pile of dried up bones. The reason why you still ask this question is because you have been unable to do it for so many years.

After saying this, the red-clothed female ghost fell straight down from the sky. ”What? ”No, impossible, I haven't killed him yet, how can he die, how can he?”

The ghost lady in red shook her head with all her might as she mumbled to herself with a look of disbelief. At the same time, she was trying her best to hold on to the hair that she had been in love with just a moment ago.

”No, how could he have died? How could he die? ”How could he die, ah …”

She clutched her head with both hands, gave a long howl, and with a bang, the ghost vanished from my sight, leaving nothing behind.

I patted my chest and heaved a sigh of relief. The man obviously didn't expect me to destroy the ghost girl with just a few words. He couldn't help but praise me.

”As expected of my little girl, she's really amazing!”

What I was about to say choked in my throat, as if I'd heard it somewhere before.

But where?

Just as I was thinking about it, an old man walked in front of me. His clothes were tattered, but his face was still kind.

With a red and black walking stick, he shakily came in front of me.

He opened his mouth and said, ”Everyone knows the aftereffects of death, but no one knows how to do good deeds in front of others!”

He looked at me and said nothing more.

The man's voice sounded again. ”Girl, you can just burn his name back to him. He's a poor bastard who died without any descendants.”

I carefully sized up the old man again, but it was to no avail. I said to the old man, ”Old gramps, don't worry. If I can go back, I'll burn them all for you!”

The old man nodded, turned around and said, ”Don't cross in front of you, be careful when you meet something.”

I thought about these two sentences, probably because he wanted to remind me not to go to the intersection in front of me, pay attention.

I followed the road, and then I saw the crossroads.

But there was nothing, and when I looked again, there was nothing, and I could not help relaxing my vigilance, but just as I was about to step over, a man's voice stopped me.

”Crossroads, don't cross.” After listening to him, I realized that the crossroads were normally filled with children who had died in the middle. Since they didn't have a chance and couldn't be born, they were buried on the crossroads.

When I thought about the children under the road, I couldn't help but take a creepy step back. At that moment, an old lady wearing a white cotton scarf wrapped around her head and holding a basket in her hand smiled at me from the side of her mouth.

I took a closer look. The basket was filled with bloody strips of cloth and a handful of black scissors.

The man told me that it was this old lady who would cut the umbilical cord of a child who usually died from childbirth. Hearing that, I silently cursed him a dozen times in my heart.

What the hell was this? How was he supposed to clean up his wicked deeds?