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Ashan bought it on the first day, and watched helplessly as her stepmother's hair grew, her bags under her eyes changed from non-existent to like a quail egg, and her plump face became wrinkled like a rag that has been wrung out of water.

However, his stepmother seemed unaware of the changes in her body. She only wanted him to buy more cakes the next day!
When he met the beauty stall owner the next day, he had aged a lot overnight. Although not as scary as his stepmother, it was still very obvious. Ashan vaguely guessed that there might be some connection between the two.

After meeting the beautiful stall owner today, Ashan had already made up his mind to buy cakes for the last time today. Anyway, his stepmother could not get out of bed. His father was so frightened that he did not return home after meeting his stepmother three days ago.

From now on, this stepmother can no longer control him.

It's okay if this poisonous woman dies now, it's over once and for all.

There was a sudden lightness on Ashan's body, and he fell to the ground unconsciously, his whole body bathed in the afternoon sun.

The sun suddenly became dazzling, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to block the sunlight. The next second, he suddenly realized that something was wrong - his hand was not that big!There is no way to block such a large shadow!

"Brother, you run so fast, your home is so far away, let me have a hard time looking for you!"

Xiangxiang was as sweet and sweet as ever, but her voice was old and frightening.

Ashan's hand moved away tremblingly, and a face that was even older than his stepmother just now appeared in front of him:

There were even a few holes in this face, and mosquitoes and flies flew in and out from time to time. A pair of dark eyes without pupils stared at him like a bottomless black hole!
She tried her best to open her mouth to both sides, but there were no teeth, only a huge black hole. When she opened her mouth, it was like there was a windmill hidden in her throat, and the wind was leaking out.

Asugi used his hands instead of his feet, and used his feet even harder, ahhhhhhhhhh, while screaming, he crawled backwards.

When he reached the door, he looked back in horror and tried to push the door open, but it didn't move at all.

The old black hole woman smiled and ignored the stupid young man who almost made her fail. She went directly into the house and picked out the last half of the cake from the dead woman's hand.

Then he limped to Ashan and presented the bowl of cake to the young disciple, not forgetting to show off his coquettishness: "Good brother, open your mouth~"

Just when she opened her mouth, the black holes in her mouth, the black holes in her eyes, and the black holes on her face were so terrifying that Ashan subconsciously opened her mouth and screamed: "Ah——"

The next second, half a piece of cake was stuffed into his mouth.

At this moment, Ashan was so sick that he just wanted to vomit.

He didn't vomit, but he couldn't swallow the bowl of cake either.

He is tall and tall, even if he holds half a piece of bozi cake in his mouth, he doesn't show it at all.

As a result, the old black hole woman's face went from smiling to full of doubts, and then her whole body melted like a candle into a puddle of foul-smelling black mud.

In the end, only a black finger bone was left, pointing stubbornly at the tip of Ashan's nose.

At the moment when the black hole old lady turned into black mud, the half piece of bowl cake that Ashan had choked in his throat turned into a ball of flowing light and rushed into Ashan's belly.

Ashan's body was shaken. After a moment, he rubbed his lower abdomen and murmured: "I see--"

Not long after, the food stall in front of the Kowloon Theater was replaced by a handsome young stall owner. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, two dimples in his smile, and his favorite saying:

"Beautiful girl, do you want some cake?"

"I'll feed you!"

……

The eldest lady finished it in one go, and after reading it, she felt quite satisfied. The main reason was that the text version lacked voice changes. If it were told through her mouth, the story would be at least three times more terrifying!
Still missing a title, after thinking about it for a while, the eldest lady simply and crudely used Ashan’s last lines:

Pretty girl, do you want some cake?

Thinking that some time ago, the family seemed to have purchased a newspaper, and the eldest wife was too lazy to bother, so she directly called the housekeeper and asked him to deliver the manuscript.

……

Since taking over the express newspaper, Yu Deshui has been like an important court official who was exiled to the border. He has nothing to do every day. He is so free that he rolls up the newspaper and practices swatting flies. Now he has evolved from a novice to a god-level killer, with unknown hands. How many lives have been taken.Probably because the beating was too fierce, it took several days for a fly to fly in, and Yu Deshui was a little reluctant to fight.

He looked lovingly at the little buzz that was hovering on the table, and said to himself: "Baby, as long as you don't fall on daddy's tea cup, we will still be good friends!"

The editor who came in to submit the manuscript happened to hear this sentence and couldn't help but shook his head and called: "Editor-in-Chief Yu, this is the manuscript sent by the Guo family."

Yu Deshui had been practicing Taoism for so long that he didn't react for a moment and blinked: "Guo family, what Guo family?"

"The Guo family!"

He jumped up and swung out the newspaper roll in his hand. The next second, the little baby loaded it down——

Yu Deshui has already reached out to take the manuscript from the editor's hand - a master never needs to look back after taking action!
Pretty girl, do you want some cake?

Pick-up story?

Yu Deshui read it ten lines at a time——

After a moment, he let go of his hand as if he had been burned. When the paper fell to the table, Yu Deshui woke up from a dream and quickly picked it up——

Just, it's a little scary, but I can't help but look at it.

Soon, after reading this short manuscript, Yu Deshui exhaled a long breath and subconsciously looked at the contributor——

Ghost wife? !

So, after taking this long breath, he froze halfway out!
Yu Deshui couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. The title was quite appropriate to the content of the novel.

Yu Deshui slapped the manuscript on the table and said, "Tomorrow, this will be the headline of the supplement!"

The editor was slightly stunned. He had also read this ghost story, but he felt that the general was only in the middle and not worthy of being on the headlines.

Yu Deshui shook his head, "Old Wei, haven't you noticed that this short article has also gained the popularity of a popular serial?"

As he spoke, he pointed his fat finger, and a row of beautiful small characters immediately caught the eye of editor Lao Wei:
Food stall in front of Kowloon Cinema!
Old Wei's body was shocked: "Ah this!"

Yu Deshui waved his hand, "Also, there will be a new supplement tomorrow. Didn't Mr. Zhishan send out the latest top [-] of the singing competition? Come on board! Also publish the time and place of the top [-] competition."

Not long after he became the editor-in-chief, he discovered that every time there was a supplement, the newspaper's sales would skyrocket. To the readers, it felt a bit like buying eggs and sending blessings.

and many more!

What seems wrong? !
Yu Deshui subconsciously picked up Mrs. Ghost's manuscript again and glanced at the name of the male protagonist:

Asugi...

Yu Deshui: "..."

Mr. Shisugi, I hope everything is well with you.

……

It was almost evening, but Director Zhang Che was getting more and more excited with the filming, and he directly pulled the entire team outside the studio.

Song Huanxi looked at the large lake with a radius of three or four kilometers in front of him and praised sincerely: "When was this newly dug lake?"

Hearing this, Zhang Che replied with a smile on his face, "I dug it to photograph Liang Zhu."

Song Huanxi: "..."

Okay, look at this investment and you will know how hurt Boss Six is.