Strange Tales of the Ghosts

After losing money and losing money, only my legs were in the Wangchuan River. After using all my strength, I climbed to the other side and was taken away by ghosts. Although Qian Dagui had evil intentions, out of his eagerness to protect his son, the King of Hell gave him a light sentence and only punished him by climbing the mountain of swords 7749 times and made him suffer the pain of cutting his flesh.

Wangchuan heard all this from the ghost messenger who sought medical treatment. As for what happened next, Wangchuan didn't know. According to this situation, Qian Dagui endured the suffering at that time and then got the opportunity to be reincarnated. , the most important point is that Qian Dagui had hatred in his heart and actually deceived the stubborn Po Meng. He didn't drink the bowl of soup that forgets hatred and abandons hatred. That's why Qian Dagui took revenge on Wangchuan today.

Xuehu was a little surprised when he heard this: "Sir, then he..."

"He is already dead. I hope the ghost mission will not be negligent this time and he can have a good reincarnation." Wangchuan replied coldly. He really had no sympathy for Qian Dagui. In his opinion, he didn't treat Qian Dagui well. Throwing it into the Wangchuan River is already a gift.

Xuehu said nothing. This grudge has been going on for thousands of years. She didn't expect that she would end up like this because of one of her mistakes. The most innocent one among them was the farmer, Qian Lu, so she couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Snow Fox has a favor to ask of you."

"you say."

"Can you tell me how he is now?" Xuehu's eyes were full of expectation. Yes, a person who has made mistakes always hopes to have some comfort so that those she has hurt can live a better life, not to mention Qian Lu is the lover of her life.

Wangchuan looked at Xuehu, stood up and turned his back to Xuehu, and replied: "I don't know, since he has been reincarnated, it has nothing to do with you."

"But..." Xue Hu's eyes filled with tears. What else could she say? If it weren't for Mr. Wangchuan's gift, Qian Lu would still be suffering in the endless Wangchuan River.

Li Wenyu seemed particularly quiet. He was confused when Wangchuan spoke. Although he was not very clear, he could tell that Xuehu was sad at this time, so he quietly handed over a tissue.

Xuehu took the tissue and looked at Li Wenyu with tearful eyes... Maybe both humans and ghosts have one thing in common, they don't want others to know all their thoughts. In order to prevent others from seeing it, Xuehu used magic to escape. Fleeed to a mountain a hundred miles away.

The rain was falling, the trees were trembling, and deep in the uninhabited mountains, a snow-white fox howled at the sky...

More than an hour later, Xuehu came back, soaked all over, went up to the second floor, walked up to Wangchuan, knelt down with a plop, and saluted.

"Sir, please forgive Xuehu. Xuehu promises never to ask again."

"Get up." Wangchuan replied coldly.

On the contrary, Luo Sichen, who was on the side, handed over a towel and said gently: "Go and dry yourself. Be careful of catching a cold."

"Well..." Xue Hu looked up at Luo Sichen, his eyes were blood red from crying.

Li Wenyu was also there, but he had no chance to speak because Luo Sichen thought he was noisy, so he tied him up and stuffed a towel in his mouth, making him stomp his feet in anger.

Seeing Li Wenyu like this, Luo Sichen laughed heartlessly: "How is it? Doesn't it feel good to be tied up?"

Li Wenyu shook his head vigorously and struggled hard, but he couldn't break free of the rope. He didn't look at what kind of rope Luo Sichen used to tie him. A rope that even a half-corpse couldn't touch. He was just a 19-year-old mortal in high school. It would be child's play to want to tear it off right away.