Chapter 152 One more

After a night of heavy rain, the sun shines on the earth again.

Aqiang stayed outside the door all night.

He was drenched by the rain, but he seemed completely unaware of it, staring at the door blankly.

Birds chirped in the trees and voices came from inside the house.

Ayan, come out of the house.

With just one glance, Aqiang recognized that Ayan at this moment was no longer the Ayan before.

But it was her former lover, Xiaomei.

Xiaomei smiled softly and waved to Aqiang: "Brother Aqiang, it's me, I'm back."

Aqiang suddenly burst into tears and rushed over to hug Xiaomei in his arms.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault! I shouldn't have bought you such a good mobile phone, which made Ayan jealous and kill you! It's all my fault that I couldn't find you earlier!"

Xiaomei held Aqiang's face and wiped his tears carefully.

"Brother Aqiang, all the mistakes are Ayan's fault alone. Don't blame yourself."

"Besides, you followed the clues to find me, brought me all the way to this village, gave the village chief so many things, and asked them to take care of me."

"You worked hard for a year and finally waited until Qingming Festival to bring her to me. Now, I have obtained her body and avenged myself. It's not too late."

The two left together.

Watching the two people leave, the village chief sighed.

"It's your own fault and you won't survive. Let's go and pack our things."

The village chief and his party came to the house where Aqiang had stayed. On the wet mattress, there was a new and exquisite conch shell.

"There's one more." The village chief picked up the conch on the ground and handed it to the villagers behind him, "Hang it up."

The villagers poked a hole with a fishhook and hung the conch on the wall.

On one wall, there are hundreds of conches of different shapes.

Whenever there is a stormy night, the wind will blow the conches hanging on the wall.

Those conches whimpered and made a cry-like sound, as if they were repenting or begging.

Cheng Ling raised his head slightly and let out a long "woo——" sound.

The voice was sad and long, as if it was really the sad voice of the remaining soul after being possessed by a water ghost.

Everyone got goosebumps.

I feel like I will never be able to look squarely at conch again.

"Perhaps there really is such a place somewhere in the world, where the souls of the wronged dead are preserved."

"Each of us must have good intentions and not be driven by evil desires in our hearts and make irreparable mistakes."

"Storytellers, singers and operas persuade people to take the center of the three avenues. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the right path in the world is the vicissitudes of life. I have finished telling my story, thank you all."

Everyone was silent for a while and applauded.

Cheng Ling noticed that as early as when he talked about conch, the director had been gesturing to him desperately.

——Please, stop talking!

——Teacher Cheng Ling, please have mercy! Because among these six houses, there happened to be one house with conch hanging on the outer wall! Those were dried and hung up by the villagers as decorations. They were not some innocent ghosts!

——This house is where Xinman, who has turned pale with fear, wants to live!

Cheng Ling knew it well and pretended not to notice the director winking and gesticulating. It wasn't until the story was finished that she shrugged at the director with a puzzled expression.

Sister, of course I know that there is a row of conches hanging outside the wall of Zinman’s house.

This story was tailor-made for Hinman after she learned about the house she chose.

Orientation, location, conch wall...

——No way, those who write novels may not be good at anything else, but they are quick at making up stories.

whee.

I just wonder if Xinman will be surprised when he sees the conch wall of the house later?

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If Mu Yingdi could know that Xin Man was scared out of his wits by Cheng Ling in the variety show, he would have immediately sent someone to bring Xin Man back.

But she can't.

At least not now.

She crossed her legs, swung her black boots, and looked at Jiang Qilan opposite.

"Brother Qilan, what do you want from me?"