Variety shows are crazy but don't cause internal conflict; I'm proud to drive others crazy

Chapter 37 I, Chao Xiong Baizi, will all die!
The little ghost looked down at her neck and noticed a red line there, which extended to other places, making her look like a dog on a leash.

"This...what is this?"

The little ghost girl panicked immediately.

"This wasn't even here yesterday!"

Hearing mournful music coming from downstairs, Jiang Nanxi said, "Your family is going to sell you. Go down and see for yourself."

The little ghost girl didn't know what a ghost marriage meant, but she knew what it meant to be sold.

The little ghost's already pale face became even more ashen, and she quickly floated downstairs.

Perhaps afraid that Jiang Nanxi was lying to her, she took the backpack back, but she still took her hiking backpack with her down the mountain.

Come downstairs.

This family is holding a funeral for the little girl ghost. The coffin in the mourning hall is particularly small, clearly a child's coffin.

Beside the coffin, a monk wearing a mask and a long robe was performing a ritual.

Apart from the monks, only the girl's parents were present in the mourning hall; no one else was invited to the funeral.

The little ghost girl floated over and saw that the red thread around her neck was connected to the sorcerer's hand.

Jiang Nanxi stood in the corner and said to her, "Go and stop him. Once the ritual is over, your soul will be bound to an old ghost forever."

At this moment, the little ghost girl also felt uneasy and rushed towards the sorcerer.

"Bad guy!"

The monk stumbled from the impact.

The eyes beneath the mask stared in the direction of the little ghost for a while, then he said to the woman beside him, "Your daughter is back, and she doesn't seem happy about it."

The woman paused, looked around, and said, "Where is she? I want to see her."

The sorcerer took out a talisman, threw it into the air, and chanted a spell.

The talisman burned to ashes.

The woman then saw the little girl floating beside her and called out, "An'an, is that you?"

"mom!"

The little ghost girl was overjoyed to discover that the woman could see her. She quickly dragged the backpack from the ground over, took out a bag of nutritional powder from it, and handed it to the woman.

"Mom, there's food!"

The woman saw her daughter's translucent spirit and initially looked very nervous. But then, as if remembering something, she mustered her courage and walked towards the little ghost.

“An’an, you still recognize your mother, right? If you do, then don’t bother your uncle. Let him finish his dance so that our family can have a meal.”

The little ghost girl held out the nutritional powder in her hand, saying, "There's food, Mommy, have some."

There was a snap.

The woman smashed the nutritional powder on the ground and couldn't help but roar, "What's the use of this stuff? Your brother can't eat it! I want money!"

Seeing the little ghost's blank and clearly frightened expression, the woman forgot that her daughter was dead.

She scolded him rudely as before, "Idiot, do you think your brother and I can eat this stuff for the rest of our lives? Who cares about this stuff!"
I'm newly pregnant and I don't have enough money to even go to the hospital! Get out of my way and don't cause any problems, or I'll beat you to death!

The woman raised her hand towards the little ghost girl, who had clearly been beaten before and quickly hid.

Seeing that she had run away, the woman said to the monk, "Please hurry up and perform the ritual. After you're done, have the Chen family give me the rest of the money!"

The woman touched her slightly protruding belly, saying, "I'm pregnant now, and I'm eating more every day. After I give birth, raising a son will be even more expensive. The Chen family can't go back on their word and not give me the rest of the money." The monk said, "The Chen family's son owns a company in the city, and I heard he earns over a million a year. Two thousand yuan is a huge sum for you, but it's just a drop in the ocean for them."

"If it weren't for Old Master Chen appearing in your dream and saying he wanted to find a companion to take care of him, this good thing wouldn't have happened to your family!"

The monk continued his ritual.

The little ghost girl hid under the kitchen table, but the red thread in the sorcerer's hand reappeared, and he pulled her out like a dog.

"Come out!"

The monk looked at the little female ghost being dragged out and said, "Old Master Chen will come to pick you up soon. You can go to the underworld with him to enjoy a life of luxury! Old Master Chen has a big mansion in the underworld!"

"No! Mom... Mom... don't sell me! I'll be good!"

The little ghost girl was being pulled along by the red thread and couldn't escape no matter what she did; she cried as she reached out to the woman.

I hope she can save me.

But the woman looked at her indifferently. "An'an, you know that your mother has always wanted a son. Now that her son has finally arrived, she has to make some money to support him, right? Even though you are dead, you are the older sister. You should also help your only brother."

The old patriarch of the Chen family was a blessed man in life, and his descendants are successful. Even in death, they will have an endless supply of offerings. If you follow him, you won't have to live a hard life anymore; you can be a wealthy ghost in the future.”

"No, no!"

The little ghost girl screamed in anguish, "You're lying! My sister said you sold me to him as a child bride, and he'll definitely bully me! They say on TV that people who sell their daughters are all bad people, and you're no good!"

A powerful surge of resentment erupted from the little girl ghost, threatening to transform into a vengeful spirit. Her eyes gradually turned blood red as she glared in the direction of the woman.

The little ghost girl screamed.

"Why do you want me to help my brother? I don't want to help him! I've already found you food, why are you still selling me! I hate you, I hate all of you!"

A strong ghostly aura emanated from her, and her fingernails grew exceptionally long as she lunged at the woman.

The woman was startled, clutched her stomach and took several steps back, quickly saying, "An'an, don't get agitated, Mom is only doing this for your own good!"
I heard from the monk that the old man was very kind, liked to do good deeds, had a connection to Buddhism, and was even a Buddhist disciple from the underworld. He might even attain enlightenment and ascend to heaven someday. A ghost like him definitely wouldn't bully you; he would guide you in your cultivation so you could become immortals together!

"you're lying!"

The little ghost's voice grew increasingly shrill. As a half-ghost, she could clearly sense the woman's malice and didn't believe her words at all.

The long, sharp nails stabbed at her face.

"what!"

Seeing the little ghost's expression as if she wanted to tear her apart, the woman was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat, her legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

But the long, sharp fingernails stopped in front of her. The little ghost girl flying in mid-air was pulled back by the red thread and then dragged back by the sorcerer.

The sorcerer also stuck several talismans on the little ghost's forehead, and the little ghost couldn't move.

The monk complained, "Your daughter didn't die a natural death, so she already harbored a lot of resentment. Now that she's discovered this, she's almost become a vengeful ghost! If it weren't for the fact that only your daughter's fate fits the description, the Chen family wouldn't dare to come after you. Luckily, I performed a ritual beforehand, which can temporarily suppress her!"

The woman was terrified and hurriedly said, "Then quickly call the old man over and take this good-for-nothing away. Make sure she doesn't run away again, or she'll harm me and my son!"

"understood!"

The monk pulled over a table, filled it with various ritual implements, and placed the memorial tablets of the little girl and the old man on it, tying them together with a red thread.

The sorcerer drew a formation around the memorial tablet on the table, intending to summon the old man's spirit.

Jiang Nanxi rushed out and kicked the table over, yelling, "What kind of underworld Buddha? I'm a super strong monk! Die, all of you!"

(End of this chapter)