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Was that the son of the ghost I just saw? I couldn't tell, but their family genes seemed pretty good. He was so handsome and young, yet he died—what a pity.
After all, he was a general. Dying without the chance to be reborn must be quite tragic. Well, considering you bled and sweated for my happy life, I'll take on the responsibility of letting you meet your mother.
As I was lost in thought, my phone rang. It was Qiao Lianjiu calling.
He was still alive and able to call me about the task I had handed over to him.
I quickly put the photo back in my pocket and turned to answer the call.
Just as I was about to speak, I heard rustling noises and someone breathing heavily on the other end.
I cautiously called out, "Qiao Lianjiu?"
"Ha... ha..."
The heavy breathing echoed eerily in the back mountains, sending chills down my spine. I quickly hung up. If I remembered correctly, I should be nearing the peach tree soon. I had originally planned for Qiao Lianjiu to encounter some supernatural event along the way while I watched quietly from the side, then Chen Siyuan would make a casual appearance.
But something felt off about the rhythm of things.
I hurried my pace; the leaves crunched under my feet, and occasionally I stepped on dry twigs that snapped with a sharp crack. As I walked, I suddenly felt as if a pair of eyes were watching me from not far away.
No way! Instead of getting Qiao Lianjiu into trouble, I've gotten myself into it.
As I moved, it felt like those eyes followed me. I abruptly stopped, and it seemed like those eyes stopped too.
My body was covered in goosebumps, and it felt like something was really watching me.
I've seen my fair share of ghosts, so don't think you can scare me easily.
I gritted my teeth and turned around abruptly, only to find nothing but the dark forest, illuminated only by the faint glow of my phone.
It seemed I had just imagined it; I've seen so many ghosts that my eyes must be playing tricks on me.
I patted my chest and pretended to be calm as I continued walking, singing to myself, "Look over there, there's a little chick, look over there, there's a little chick, little chick peep peep peep."
"Peep peep."
Just as I reached the part about the little chick peeping, I heard an actual "peep" from the bushes that startled me so much I nearly bit my tongue off.
Are chicks becoming spirits now? I dared not sing anymore and switched to another song, "My Skate Shoes, fashionable, fashionable, most fashionable. On the way home, I can't help but rub, rub."
"Chirp chirp."
Another sound similar to rubbing came from the bushes.
Damn it! Can’t I just sing in peace?
Whatever ghost you are, I'm going to drag you out today. If you're going to scare someone, do it properly; if you're going to eat someone, do it properly too. What’s with interrupting my song?
Holding my phone flashlight high, I stepped closer to the source of the sound. The rustling continued from the bushes, and under the light, I indeed saw two green eyes staring back at me.
I clenched my jaw, ready to push aside the foliage. All I needed was to scare it a little. Right! Mom always said that if Qiao Lianjiu saw his own head fall from a tree, he would probably wet himself with fright. And then he would see someone in the forest and surely go ask for help. But he wouldn’t know that person is also a ghost! Haha!
"Mom? What's wrong with you?"
His words sounded strange, almost like a description of what I had just experienced.
"Rice, I really don't feel like listening to you right now. I just saw Qiao Lianjiu's head."
Rice's mouth dropped open in shock.
Seeing his innocent expression made me even more frustrated. "Wasn't it you who did this?"
"How could it be? Mommy, I just asked a ghost to turn into Qiao Lianjiu's head to scare him! I did exactly what you told me to do. Those silly ghosts..." Rice suddenly covered his mouth and then said, "Mommy, hurry and take me to see that head!"
With Rice around, I felt braver and led him to the spot where I had seen Qiao Lianjiu's head. However, there was nothing there. When I turned around, I gasped in fright. "Rice, watch out behind you!"
Rice quickly spun around, waving his little hand. A gust of wind blew past, sending the shadow that had been standing behind him flying far away with a scream: "Little Master, spare me! It's me, it's me!"
It seemed Rice really recognized that ghost. He lowered his hand, and the shadow immediately flew back in front of him.
"Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to go scare Qiao Lianjiu?" Rice said with his hands on his hips, clearly displeased. "Where's Big Headed Ghost?"
"Big Headed Ghost is right above your head," the shadow replied. As soon as he finished speaking, a head dropped down from above us.
Rice quickly grabbed the head with his little hand, and I nearly fainted at the sight: "Qiao Lianjiu!"
"Mommy, this isn't Qiao Lianjiu! You Big Headed Ghost, turn back to your original form!"
As soon as Rice's words fell, the head of Qiao Lianjiu in his hand transformed into a stark white skull, its large mouth opening and closing.
Just moments ago, I had nearly fainted, but this time, I was so frightened that my legs went weak and I knelt down.
"You scared my mommy," Rice cursed at the skull, then tossed it aside and came to help me. "Mommy."
Next, under Rice's furious assault, the shadow and the skull revealed the truth of the matter. It turned out they had misunderstood from the very beginning, thinking that Rice wanted them to dress up as Qiao Lianjiu to scare me. So just now, they had been very dedicated in their attempt to frighten me to death.
I felt utterly exhausted. How could there be such foolish ghosts in the world ruining my plans?
I didn't want to hear any more of their explanations and bolted towards the peach tree. If these ghosts had scared the wrong person, then Qiao Lianjiu should have arrived safely at the peach tree. Without a doubt, he hadn't seen me there; wouldn't that mean Siyuan also wouldn't have a chance to appear and save him? All my plans were in disarray.
At that moment, a hurried yet weak cry came from the direction of the peach tree: "Save me, Wheat!"
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