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

Chapter 38: Gone are the good qualities, but stronger nonetheless.

Jiang Nanxi not only kicked over the table and tore off the red threads binding the two memorial tablets, but also stomped on and crushed the old man's memorial tablet.

"Who are you? Are you looking to die?!"

Upon seeing her behavior, the monk flew into a rage, "Do you even know who Old Master Chen is? He's a Buddhist disciple who cultivates in the underworld. How dare you disrupt his wedding ceremony and even smash his memorial tablet? You can just wait to die!"

There was a snap.

Jiang Nanxi slapped the monk across the face. "A vengeful ghost who died and committed countless evils in the mortal realm dares to call himself a Buddhist disciple cultivating in the underworld? Today I'll show you the power of this super-strong monk!"

Jiang Nanxi was very strong and used her spiritual power to send the mage flying. He crashed into a coffin and stopped, with one cheek swollen up.

The monk covered his face, looking on in disbelief. "Why did you hit me? What did I do to you? You suddenly ruined my ritual and hit me! Do you believe I'll call the police and have you arrested?"

Jiang Nanxi pondered for a moment, "Hitting someone is indeed wrong. How can a person with good manners just hit someone like that?"

There was a snap.

Jiang Nanxi rushed over and slapped the mage on the other side of his face as well.

"Haha, I'm already a super hero, what kind of manners do I have? I'm just here to beat up a jerk like you! I am Super Hero, the god of slaps in ancient Greece!"

Clap clap clap!

Jiang Nanxi slapped the monk's face repeatedly, more than ten times, until his face looked like a pig's head.

"You're colluding with a vengeful ghost to harm other people's children? I'll beat you to a pulp! You're a wicked person, and I'm a wicked ghost. I'll beat you every time I see you!"

Seeing that Jiang Nanxi had pulled her hand out so fast it left afterimages, and directly knocked the monk unconscious to the ground, the women nearby were too shocked to speak.

"you you……"

Where did this lunatic come from?!
It wasn't until Jiang Nanxi untied the red thread from the little ghost and removed the talismans, then carried the little ghost's coffin and ran towards the gate that the woman came to her senses.

"Put the coffin down!"

"You stop!"

The woman and her husband chased after them.

In the middle of the night, an extremely strange scene unfolded in the village, with shouts and screams attracting nearby villagers out.

Jiang Nanxi carried the coffin on her shoulder and ran quickly, while the woman and her husband chased after her, panting.

"Fellow villagers, a crazy woman has stolen my daughter's coffin! Please help me get it back!"

"What?! Such a thing exists? They even steal coffins from the dead! That's utterly despicable!"

"Where are they? Quick, help!"

Finally, a large group of people carrying sticks, brooms, or hoes followed the little ghost's parents, chasing after Jiang Nanxi and shouting for her to be beaten and killed.

But Jiang Nanxi still ran very fast while carrying the coffin. A group of strong villagers couldn't catch up with her and almost couldn't even see her shadow.

The little ghost floated beside Jiang Nanxi and said nervously, "Sister, sister, what should we do? They've hired so many people to beat you up!"

Jiang Nanxi: "Hehe."

Jiang Nanxi rushed into the village chief's yard.

The director noticed that Jiang Nanxi was missing and hadn't appeared on camera. Fearing she might be in danger, he asked the other guests to go out and look for her.

Just as the others were about to leave, they saw Jiang Nanxi rush in carrying a coffin and slam it down in the yard.

director:!!!
audience:!!!
Others: w(Д)w!

What the hell!

Where did she go?

The director's roar came from the loudspeaker, "Jiang Nanxi, what have you done! You stole someone's coffin on your very first day in the village, are you crazy?!" Jiang Nanxi ignored the director and looked directly at the village chief, saying, "Village chief, this little girl named An'an died in an accident, and her parents are going to sell her to an old man for a ghost marriage."

I just rescued her. The coffin will be kept at your house for now; don't let anyone else come in and take it.

"This……"

The village chief knew they were there to film a TV show, but even though he knew about the incident in the village, he didn't dare admit it on camera.

The village chief said, "This...this is impossible. What kind of parents sell their children? You'd better return the coffin to its owner as soon as possible."

When Jiang Nanxi saw the village chief's evasive eyes, she sneered, "Let me tell you the truth, I knew there was something wrong with your village as soon as I entered. At most, within three days, everyone in your village will die suddenly!"

"If you promise me, I can save innocent people; if you don't, then you can all die!"

The village chief frowned and said, "You don't need to threaten me, I won't fall for that. Even if you are guests, you can't do this. After all, this is someone else's child. You can only take the coffin away if their parents agree."

"Whether I'm threatening you or not, you know the answer in your heart. A lot of people in your village must have died mysteriously lately, right? And when the bodies were found, their hearts were gone!"

The village chief's face turned deathly pale instantly. He stood there for a long time without saying a word, staring at Jiang Nanxi in shock.

She's only been in the village for a short time, how would she know these things?

Jiang Nanxi looked up at the sky above the village and saw that the yin energy above the village was getting heavier and heavier, and even the moon and stars could not be seen!

"That thing is getting more and more ferocious. Starting tonight, more and more people will die."

The audience heard Jiang Nanxi muttering to herself, and everyone was very curious.

What exactly is that?

Is that murderer about to kill again? I told you we should have called the police sooner!

This village is so strange. The environment is strange, and the people are strange too. I encountered a suspected murderer as soon as I entered the village, and now I'm faced with this ghost marriage arrangement!

If what Jiang Nanxi said is true, these parents don't deserve to be parents at all. Why should we return the little girl's coffin to them?

This incident has sparked heated discussions among netizens.

In the village chief's courtyard, the others were at a loss for what to do, and then they noticed a group of villagers had gathered outside the courtyard.

"Give me back my daughter!"

The woman wailed outside the gate, crying out, "What's wrong with you outsiders? You even tried to steal my dead daughter's body! Are you even human? You won't even spare the dead!"

Before anyone could criticize Jiang Nanxi, she retorted, "You old hag, stop crying and pretending to be wronged! You sold your daughter for two thousand yuan to arrange a ghost marriage for an old man, you're not even human!"

Jiang Nanxi pulled two memorial tablets directly from her oversized windbreaker and threw them on the ground.

One of the memorial tablets had the little girl's name on it, while another old tablet was broken in two, but the words "Chen Family Ancestor Chen XX" could still be seen on it.

Most importantly, there were some torn red threads wrapped around these two memorial tablets.

"I took this from your house. If you didn't arrange a ghost marriage, why did you tie the child's memorial tablet and the old man's memorial tablet together with a red thread?"

Jiang Nanxi glanced at the other villagers again, "If you still don't believe me, you can go to her house and see for yourself. The master who performed the ghost marriage ritual has fainted at their house."

The villagers exchanged glances, and this time they stopped shouting and killing Jiang Nanxi. Some of them even looked at the woman with some reproach.

The village chief then said, "Alright, these things have nothing to do with you. Everyone, go home."

Everyone turned and left.

The woman and her husband were still there.

The woman couldn't help but say, "Village chief, make her give me back the coffin. No matter what, she's my daughter. As long as she's my daughter, whether she's alive or dead, I can do whatever I want with her. What's wrong with arranging a ghost marriage for her?"

Before the village chief could speak, Jiang Nanxi spoke up again, "What would you do with it? You're going to die tonight. Even if you sell your daughter for money, you won't need it! What, does your family need a coffin? You know you're going to die, so you're taking this coffin back to continue using it?"

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