Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 845 Are You Hanchun?

"Mother Wu"'s body was already stiff, she stared at Azu with eyes like a dead fish, and walked towards him step by step.

"Weaver? You...are you still alive?"

Azu leaned against the door panel, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and asked "Mama Wu".

"Mother Wu" didn't answer, she reached out and grabbed the tail of the hairpin above her head, and pulled out the bloody hairpin little by little.

Seeing this scene, Azu felt as if his scalp had been pulled.

"You... who are you?"

He found his voice trembling a little.

"Who am I? Can't you see who I am?"

"Mother Wu" had a cold voice, filled with boundless hatred, the hairpin in his hand was black with blood, and Azu seemed to be able to smell the stench from it.

Bending down to pick up a firewood, Azu gritted his teeth and growled as if emphasizing himself: "Don't come here! I'll tell you! I'm not afraid of you!"

But the trembling stick betrayed him. When facing the living, he was indeed not afraid of anyone, but when facing the dead, he was still a little afraid.

"That's right, what's the use of being afraid? I just don't understand this truth, so I was killed by you."

"Mother Wu"'s face began to rot bit by bit, exposing the white bones, as if it had been poured with acid water.

Sour water?

Azu suddenly thought of something, pointed at her and asked tremblingly, "You...you are Hanchun?"

"You remember me?"

"Mother Wu" grinned and dropped her nose to the ground.

Azu's heart suddenly seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, and he turned his face away, not daring to look at her again.

As the saying goes, there is a grievance and a debtor. This is when the right lord came to the door, and Azu couldn't avoid it.

"Are you looking up at me?"

"Mother Wu" approached: "Didn't you often secretly look at me when I was alive? Why don't you look at me now?"

Seeing her getting closer and closer from the corner of the eye, Azu finally couldn't resist the psychological pressure, roared and waved the stick desperately, like crazy.

"Don't come here!"

He closed his eyes and shouted: "I can kill you once! I can kill you a second time! If you don't believe me, just try!"

Cursing desperately, he waved the stick in his hand until it was airtight, but he didn't dare to open his eyes.

After a long time, he stopped panting and listened carefully, but there seemed to be no movement in front of him.

Carefully opening one eye, he sneaked a glance in front of him, and there was nothing in front of him.

He looked at the door panel, and saw that the body of "Mother Wu" was still lying on it, motionless, maintaining the appearance he saw when he came in just now, and the face was not decomposed.

Was it just an illusion?

He took two steps forward cautiously, and beat "Mother Wu" with the stick in his hand, the body was dead without any reaction.

It seems that Hanchun should have scared away.

Relieved, he turned to leave, but a rotten face floated behind him.

"what!!!"

He yelled, fell backwards, and fell on the body of "Mother Wu".

Climbing up in a hurry, he looked behind him, but the rotten face disappeared.

Before he could react, a pair of hands suddenly came out from behind and grabbed his neck tightly!
"Ho...ho..."

He tried desperately to break those cold hands, but the strength of those hands was astonishing, no matter how hard he tried to break them, he couldn't move them, but instead squeezed them tighter and tighter.

Hanchun's voice came from behind him: "Do you feel my pain?"

Clapping those hands, Azu's consciousness began to blur.

Suddenly, the hands let go of him.

"Just killing you like this is too cheap for you."

Azu only heard this sentence before he fell into a coma, but he didn't know anything after that.

……

The clerk of the coffin shop drove the bullock cart, pulled the coffin, and came to the back door of Baiyu Tower with Mr. Gui.

Called the companion guarding the back door to open the door, and let the ox cart drive in, the tortoise asked his companion, "Where is Brother Zu?"

"Is it at Mama Wu's place?"

The companion accompanied the mouth and replied.

"Then just drive the car over there!"

Mr. Turtle signaled to the coffin shop clerk, and then greeted his companions: "Come and help, restrain yourself early, and bury it in a random grave at night."

Following the man who drove the ox cart to the woodshed, Mr. Gui rushed to the woodshed and shouted, "Brother Zu! The coffin has been bought back! Should we move it in or put it outside?"

The firewood room was very quiet, there was no sound, the tortoise stepped forward suspiciously, and stretched out his hand to push the firewood door.

The chai gate was tightly shut, and he couldn't push it open.

Reaching out and knocking, he leaned against the crack of the door and shouted, "Brother Zu! Are you inside?"

Crunch!

The chaimen was pulled open suddenly, and he almost stumbled and fell in.

Standing firm, he looked in and saw Azu standing inside the door.

"Brother Zu? Why didn't you answer when I called you?"

Mr. Turtle asked suspiciously.

Azu stared at him blankly, and after a while he asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Seeing his scalp numb, Mr. Gui scratched his head and pointed at the bullock cart: "The coffin has been bought."

Looking at the coffin, Azu's eyes were cold: "Just one bite?"

"Ok?"

Gui Gong was stunned: "Didn't you let me buy one?"

"How can one bite be enough?"

Azu looked at him, showing a strange smile: "I have to have four mouths anyway!"

"Four?"

Gui Gong was startled: "Who died again?"

Azu didn't answer him, and didn't go out. Instead, he turned around and walked in again, and ordered without looking back: "You and Ade come in and help."

"Oh."

Mr. Gui did not doubt that he was there, so he greeted the companion who helped unload the truck over there: "Ade! Come in and help!"

Ade stopped, jumped out of the car, and followed him into the woodshed.

The coffin was so heavy that the clerk couldn't move it down by himself, so he sat on the side of the car and waited.

The two tortoises followed into the firewood room, and the firewood door suddenly closed with a bang.

"what!!!"

Suddenly, two shrill screams came from the firewood room.

The man was startled, and hurried to the door of the firewood room, patted the firewood door and asked, "What's wrong? Is anyone hurt?"

However, at this moment, there was no movement inside the door.

The guy is a little guilty.

How to do?want to run?
Half of the money for the coffin has not been received, how can I run away?
After hesitating for a while, he went around to the side of the woodshed.

There is a small window on the side of the firewood room, which is opened at a high place.

When he came to the window, he rushed to the window and asked, "Boss! Don't play with me! Open the door!"

There was still no movement in the woodshed.

He found a few broken bricks, put them in a pile under the window, stepped on them, and climbed up the window sill.

Pulling up his hands vigorously, he poked his head up and looked into the woodshed.

"what!!!"

With a cry of surprise, he threw his head up and fell down.

There were many broken bricks on the ground, and he fell on one, causing severe pain in his thigh.

But he didn't dare to stay, so he got up by force, and limped towards the back door, not even taking the ox cart.

"Ghost... ghost..."

He yelled, and ran out of Baiyulou in a rolling and crawling manner.

When they went to the back door, Daoist Yimei had already spotted them and followed them carefully.

As soon as the guy went out, he almost bumped into the Taoist priest with an eyebrow.

Seeing him fleeing in a hurry, Daoist Yimei looked serious, and rushed into the backyard of Baiyulou quickly.

(End of this chapter)