Weng Family Village

"Three, two, one, cheese." Today was the day of graduation from university. It was also the day when graduates gathered to take their graduation photos.

After taking her graduation photo with her classmates, Fan Lingling, who was wearing a white dress, came to Weng Chunsheng's side. Her face was slightly red. She looked up and asked softly with sparkling eyes, "Chunsheng, I bought some gifts for Uncle and Auntie. I just don't know if they like it."

Weng Chunsheng smiled and held Fan Lingling's hand. "What my parents would like is for you to be their daughter-in-law."

His words made Fan Lingling blush even more.

The two of them had been together since their sophomore year. She had always known that Weng Chunsheng's family background wasn't very good, but she did not care. What she cared about was Weng Chunsheng. On her last birthday, Weng Chunsheng had worked part-time for a month and bought her a bracelet. Such things happened too often. It was precisely these bits and pieces that moved her, making her willing to follow Weng Chunsheng back to his hometown after graduation.

When Weng Chunsheng took Fan Lingling's hand and returned to the Weng Family Village, she realized that what Weng Chunsheng had told her was true. It was not an exaggeration. It was a remote village. It was so poor that there were almost no young people in the village. The village was filled with small houses. Everything in the village surprised her.

What surprised her was also Weng Chunsheng's house. Weng Chunsheng's house was at the end of the village. The other bungalows at least had tiles to cover their heads, but their bungalow was on the verge of collapse. Only a few tiles were left. In order to block the rain, the roof was barely covered with a black waterproof cloth, but it could not block the wind. The house was cold.

At dawn, Feng Nian woke up from her dream. She knew that this dream was real. Even she found it difficult to associate the high-spirited Weng Chunsheng in her dream with the person who went to the fields to deliver food with a walking stick, but the truth was that they were the same person. However, Weng Chunsheng's wife was obviously not Fan Lingling. Where was the gentle and quiet Fan Lingling? The little house had been demolished and built into a small bungalow, but the Weng family clearly did not have the financial resources. Everything was like a fog.

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Three days later, Feng Nian went to the Xiao residence again.

Xiao Jiasheng had recovered well. His appearance had completely recovered, but there were still a few strands of white hair left. When he saw Feng Nian, he smiled widely.

The Xiao family had also found out some information about that village.

Old Madam Xiao handed the village information to Feng Nian. "The Weng family's village has always been a poor village. After so many years, only Weng Chunsheng was a university student. The year he graduated, he brought back a wife. His wife was also a university student, but not long after, his wife ran away."

Old Madam Xiao sighed. She got someone to investigate Weng Chunsheng's family according to Feng Nian's instructions. She only found out that Weng Chunsheng had brought his wife back to the village after graduating from university. The two of them had once wanted to bring in an industry for the village to boost the village's economy, but they had not succeeded. Instead, they had accummulated the Weng family's debt.

"They lost a lot of money? Then how could he have the money to build a small bungalow?" Feng Nian voiced her doubts. If the Weng family was really in debt, then it could explain why Weng Chunsheng's father, Weng Qianjin, was still working in the fields at such an old age. But how could he explain that small bungalow?

"Someone helped their family build it. Only the Weng family knows the exact reason." Old Madam Xiao sighed. She had long read the information about the Weng family village. The poverty of the Weng family village was unimaginable. The annual income was not comparable to a day in Zun City. Weng Chunsheng was also a person with dreams, but unfortunately, he failed.

Feng Nian then asked about Fan Lingling's whereabouts. Old Madam Xiao shook her head. They had not found Fan Lingling's whereabouts either. It was very likely that she had hidden her identity after leaving Weng Village.

The Xiao family's information was limited, so Feng Nian could not confirm if the female ghost was related to Weng Chunsheng's family. She could not wait any longer. Even if she could wait, Xiao Jiasheng couldn't.

"Jiasheng, go and run into a ghost again tonight." Feng Nian's words made Xiao Jiasheng stop smiling. "What? You want me to lure that female ghost out?"

Feng Nian covered her ears with her hands. Xiao Jiasheng's voice was so loud and clear. He must have recovered by now. However, he would still be targeted if they did not deal with the female ghost once and for all. Since that was the case, she decided to take the risk and let the female ghost appear on her own.

With a helpless expression, she told Xiao Jiasheng that if he did not get rid of the female ghost as soon as possible, Xiao Jiasheng would continue to age. The method she gave him could only treat the symptoms, not the root cause.

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At midnight, Xiao Jiasheng came to the path alone.

The cold wind blew. Even though he was wearing a thicker coat, he still felt the wind drilling into his collar. Although Feng Nian told him that as long as there were talismans, the female ghost could not get close to him, whenever he thought of the scene of the female ghost's head rolling on the ground that day, he was so frightened that his feet trembled and he could not even step on the accelerator.

Before leaving, Feng Nian even asked him with a smile, "Are you afraid? If you are, don't go." He patted his chest and said that it was fine.

After taking two deep breaths to calm himself down, Xiao Jiasheng finally mustered his courage. He would not let Feng Nian look down on him. He began to drive slowly forward.

The streetlights on both sides of the path seemed to have malfunctioned. They flickered and sizzled with electricity from time to time. The wind was stronger, causing the leaves on the trees to flutter and rustle.

At that moment, the streetlights suddenly dimmed. Xiao Jiasheng turned on the headlights.

Someone was in front of the light. No, the ghost had arrived.

The female ghost he met that night was still wearing a white dress, but the dress was covered in blood. He could vaguely smell the blood, as if it had just been stained.

"Give me back my life." When the female ghost saw Xiao Jiasheng appear in front of her again, she naturally would not let go of such a good opportunity. She controlled her long hair and sent it in Xiao Jiasheng's direction.

The long hair was as hard as iron. It actually pierced through the front windshield of the car. The glass flew in all directions with a whoosh and headed straight for Xiao Jiasheng.

Xiao Jiasheng only had time to reach out and protect his face. He silently prayed that his death would not be too ugly and that his grandmother and mother would be able to recognize him. At the same time, he blamed Feng Nian for not keeping her word. She had clearly said that she would protect him from the side, but other than the ghost, he did not see anyone around him.

The expected pain did not come. He let go of one hand and looked out through the gap between his fingers. The long hair was blocked by a golden protective layer in front of him. The golden light was emitted from the charm Feng Nian had given him.

It seemed that Feng Nian was really a witch. No, a master. With the talisman protecting him, he was not so afraid anymore. He watched as the female ghost continued to push her hair in his direction. Unfortunately, no matter how much effort she put in, her hair could not break through the talisman.

Xiao Jiasheng was a little smug. He made a provocative gesture at the female ghost. "Come on. Aren't you very powerful? Come on."

His actions made the female ghost's pale face reveal anger. The female ghost retracted her long hair and slowly formed a thick black net. It covered the entire car where Xiao Jiasheng was. Then, she slowly pulled the car and slowly threw it up.

This stunned him. He had never thought that the female ghost could do such a thing. Knowing that her hair could not injure him through the talisman, she took a step back and attacked the car. Seeing her hair stretch out and push the car into the air, he suddenly wanted to slap himself twice. Why did he provoke a female ghost for no reason? He must have been tired of living.

The car slowly tilted in midair. The black net woven from his hair kept tightening, and the hard car shell kept making banging sounds. The car began to twist and deform. When the car could not withstand the pressure of his hair, he would still be crushed into meat paste. He did not want his family to dig out his body from the car bit by bit. Even if they dug out everything, they would not be able to piece it back together.