"ah!"

Chen Xishuang screamed in a short and terrified voice, and his eyes fainted.

"Ginger Man?Ginger Man?Ginger Man!"

A voice was shouting in Chen Xishuang's ear, keeping shouting, and his constant descent consciousness was slowly dragged up.

The middle-aged man looked at him: "My steamed buns are ready, you can go and set up your stall."

Chen Xishuang was confused: "Ah? Oh."

Why am I lying on the ground? What am I doing just now? My nails are very uncomfortable, they are full of flour, stuffed. By the way, the uncle asked me to help him knead the dough...

Why did he get up on the ground and stand up straight and suddenly stop asking the middle-aged man in a daze: "Where is your wife? Not in the house?"

The middle-aged man looked surprised: "My wife has been dead for many years."

There was a loud bang in Chen Xishuang's mind.

No, the face is sticky and you have to rub it again.

Stop talking!

If not, it doesn’t work!

Hurry up, I'm going to get the steamer!

……………………

There are so many voices, muttering.

Stop talking... Stop talking... Please stop talking...

Chen Xishuang fell to the ground in horror, and raised his head with a blood-colored face.

The middle-aged man was still watching him.

Chen Xishuang couldn't help but tremble all over, and rolled and crawled open the yard door, almost touching a face outside the door.

It's the village chief!

"Jiang Ren, why are you still here? If you don't set up a stall, how much money can you make today? You will know how to mess around..."

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Chen Xishuang covered his ears and shouted and ran towards the red lantern.

When Chen Yang sold the fourth bamboo rake, Chen Xishuang appeared in his sight.

"Ghost, there are ghosts..."

Chen Xishuang stumbled away from the crowd, cried and fell to Chen Yang's stall, his whole body trembling like a sieve.

The people around him seemed to be unable to see his abnormality, and the shouts and noise continued, and those who were knocked away by him continued to stroll around.

Including the villager selling chickens next to the stall, as well as shoemakers from other places.

Nothing was heard.

Chen Yang helped Chen Xishuang up and asked him to sit on the bench: "You can slow down first."

"It's so scary." Chen Xishuang shivered, "Can I hold you?"

A cold light swept out of several stalls diagonally opposite him. He flattered his mouth and cried out "wow": "It's okay to hold your hand."

Why is the biting coldness still there? Chen Xishuang cried loudly: "Sleeves, can you do it? Please!"

Chen Yang gave him a sleeve.

"Thank you, thank you." Chen Xishuang's eyes were full of tears. The coldness diagonally opposite disappeared. He didn't dare to do anything randomly, but just grabbed it with two fingers.

Chen Yang: “…”

Chen Xishuang's memory was like the kneaded dough, with many vents. As he gradually calmed down, the fragments in the vents were released one by one.

"I was called to knead the dough, and my hands were so sore. My aunt kept talking beside me, muttering. She said I couldn't knead the dough and told me not to talk anymore. It would be better to use it on the surface than to have the strength, interrupting me repeatedly, and saying that I don't look like a man..."

Chen Xishuang fought a cold war: "That's it, really, that's it!"

"I can't kill people. I'm afraid that even a cockroach is out of my body. How could I kill people? I didn't know what happened at that time. I said I was rubbing me and rubbing me. She kept urging me to urge me, and then, my hand grabbed the kitchen knife."

"None of me is behind me, neither of me..." Chen Xi was bilingual and incoherent. He grabbed Chen Yangxi's two fingers and was cold, and he couldn't breathe and was about to faint.

Chen Yang asked him to take a deep breath and then exhale slowly.

This will happen when you encounter a ghost, and Chen Yang can empathize with it.

When Chen Xishuang got better, Chen Yang asked him to talk about the details and retell the conversations. It is best not to even miss psychological activities, and think about what you don’t remember.

"Young man, how much does a basket cost?"

A gray-haired old lady came over with her granddaughter.

Chen Yang said: "Two dollars."

The old lady carefully took out a red handkerchief wrapped together from her pocket of the opposite lace. Her thin fingers opened tremblingly, revealing a stack of paper tickets of one or two fleece. Her hand rubbed her pouting mouth and counted them one by one.

The granddaughter held the old lady's clothes in one hand and a plastic bag in the other, with two fat and fat steamed buns inside.

There was a layer of mist in the bag, and the steamed buns were just out of the cage and were hot.

Chen Xishuang stared at the steamed bun, and the nerve endings that had finally relaxed were tense again, his face turned pale, just like he had seen a ghost.

A beautiful face became a hamper.

The granddaughter was so scared that she hid behind the old lady.

The old lady's action of counting money was interrupted, and she forgot where she counted. She touched her granddaughter's head and accused Chen Xishuang: "Jiang Ren, why are you scaring the child?"

Chen Xishuang's eyes were filled with fear.

But the old lady seemed to be invisible and was still responsible for his fault.

Chen Yang came forward to explain, saying that he wanted to eat steamed buns.

"You Laoji Village is just west of the business, and the line is long. If you want to eat, buy it yourself." The old lady counted the paper tickets again.

Chen Yang grabbed Chen Xishuang who was about to be poured. It seemed that it was steamed by the middle-aged man and sold it.

Chen Xishuang picked the flour from his fingernails and told Chen Yang everything he thought of. He now knew that he had to face this fact when he was possessed.

Being disliked, being urged, being ridiculed is not like a man. He is impulsive and murdered, buried corpses, hiding blood on the dough, and the soil from the shovel is found.

These are all Jiang Ren’s experiences.

It was Jiang Ren who killed someone!

The process reappears!

"Why did I encounter such a thing? I gave that big guy and Jiang Da hand cream."

Chen Xishuang clenched his nails so much that it hurt. He suddenly heard Chen Yang say, "Maybe it started with hand cream."

He shook violently: "No, no?"

Chen Yang focused on his own speculation and walked down. The middle-aged man also told Jiang Ren that his wife's hand was cracking, so Jiang Ren gave him hand cream.

Then the night before the market, the middle-aged man asked Jiang Ren to help knead the dough, and his wife kept picking on her...

Chen Yang's eyes suddenly opened, and the Jiang Ren was killed by the middle-aged man?!

Won't.

It won't be that simple.

Otherwise, it is a curse against a person, not such a large scope.

Chen Yang turned his back to the crowd, his eyes fell on Chen Xishuang's hands. He remembered the situation described by the other party was stuck where he opened the door and ran away.

Middle-aged people were digging soil at that time.

He asked Jiang Ren, what did you bury in my yard.

Chen Yang tried to describe the development of that year. Jiang Ren was called to escape. The middle-aged man asked him the question. He probably gave an answer and was confused. The body in the yard was not dug out on the spot.

It was what happened later that the middle-aged man realized that his wife was killed by Jiang Ren.

There are two more clues now, plus three of them before.

1: Jiang was sick after all.

2: Jiangren hates others saying that he is not like a man.

3: The person Jiangren has killed will reappear and die again.

I don’t know what the three members of the Jiang family look like now. Chen Yang looked at Chen Xishuang’s face and thoughts came to his mind. Is there a possibility that Jiang people are also like boys and girls? Or they are thin and slender.

"Did I violate any taboo?"

Chen Xishuang looked up at the old Chen family: "Will I die?"

Chen Yang: "Look at Shun first...Look at Jiang Da's situation first."

Chen Xishuang is not moaning anymore. Yes, he is not the first one, there is someone in front of him.
To be continued...