Zhong Kui's sharp eyes saw that his grandfather was crying, and he couldn't help but dare not speak out. He quickly got up and picked up a piece of cloth on a bamboo pole to wipe the tears at his eyes.

Why did grandpa cry? He was just telling stories and was not beaten, so how could he cry? Zhong Kui put the cloth piece and sat back on the bench. He held up his chin and looked at grandpa and said, "Grandpa, dad beat me, I didn't cry?"

Xiao Zhongkui's meaning is: Dad hit me so much that he didn't cry. Why are you crying?

Grandpa smiled bitterly, coughed twice and said, "Grandpa is a problem caused by eye disease. You will shed tears by the wind or whatever. Don't underestimate your grandpa and me. Grandpa is brave at your age!"

"Hi~Hi! That's it, my father told me about your affairs. You've herded sheep for rich people, worked as short-term workers, and got beaten, right?"

"Cough~ Well, a child can teach you." Maybe it was because of the tears that just now touched the nerves of the nostrils, and grandfather was a little clear of his nose. He lifted up his sleeves and wanted to wipe it horizontally. Zhong Kui saw it, hurriedly stopped it, got up and picked up the cloth again, and personally wiped out the clear snot that grandfather had flowed out.

"Grandpa, I won't go home tonight, I'll be here to accompany you." Zhong Kui brought a glass of water to his grandpa and handed it to him and said.

"You won't go back? OK? Your father is going to find you later."

"If you don't go back, my dad will definitely be drunk today. The Yan family is doing business."

Grandpa looked up and looked out the door. Although he couldn't see it, he felt that night had arrived while breathing. When he heard Zhong Kui say that his father was drunk, he felt a little worried. Kui'er's father had to pass through the reservoir from Nanbian Village. If he was drunk, wouldn't that be dangerous?

It was dark, and Zhong Mingfa was indeed drunk. He came out of Nanbian Village staggeringly, feeling a little confused. Alcohol was the poison of enema, and he didn't sleep well all night, so he woke up early in the morning, and he was tired even if he was beaten.

Zhong Mingfa leaned on his left foot and kept saying: Uncle hasn't eaten yet, don't drink me. He said this to the nephew of the Yan family. He said in detail that the nephew of the Yan family is also a person who remembers love out of kindness, and is grateful to Zhong Mingfa who has relieved them of trouble. He knew that he was good at this, so he kept pouring him.

Zhong Mingfa didn't remember when the wine started to start drinking, whether it was learned to cut the hole or after Shui Niang jumped into the reservoir. Anyway, when he had something to do with the owner, he had to drink enough. Anyway, the wages were not much, so the wine was enough.

When Zhong Ming thought of Shui Niang, he was so nervous that he was so angry that he died because of him. It would be great if he didn't learn to cut the hole. After a while, the cold wind blew his brain and woke up immediately. Then he thought that according to the situation, he would not allow him to marry Shui Niang.

The water girl is gone, and Zhong Mingfa's life is even more difficult. If it weren't for picking up Zhong Kui later, he would feel so sad that his whole life would be so guilty. Thinking of Zhong Kui, he would have a giggle.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Mingfa, I also have a son, and I am such a smart child. Unfortunately, Zhong Kui picked up a baby from the cemetery, otherwise he would not have had a single partner alone.

Thinking of Zhong Kui, Zhong Mingfa thought of Master again. Today, the child goes to Master’s place and probably won’t cause trouble for him!

Thinking of it, as he walked, he slipped his feet and threw Zhong Mingfa to the ground. It took a lot of effort to get up and felt mud and sand in the palm of his hand.

Zhong Mingfa stretched out his palm and spread it under his eyelids. It was dark and dirty. My heart said: Zhong Kui, this little clever guy, doesn't like his father to go home dirty. Then his father went to wash and then went home. Thoughts came out of his mind, and he walked towards the stone pier in one step.

A crescent moon floated shyly in the clouds, and a slight light shone on the water surface. The breeze blew the water surface, shaking fine water patterns. A white figure squatted on the stone pierre, as if combing her hair.

Zhong Mingfa squirted with a mouth full of alcohol, looked at the white figure, and asked, "It's dark, whose wife is still washing up here?"

The white figure has a graceful figure, and she turns her head slowly and looks at Zhong Mingfa.

As the white figure twisted, a cold and cold wind blew, which made Zhong Mingfa tremble all over. Looking at the person in front of him, he suspected that his eyes were blurred, so he quickly kneaded it a few times. Because there was sand in the palm of his hand, the sand was brought into his eyes when he kneaded his eyes. The eyes were very stingy organs. When they were attacked by sand, tears could not stop filling his eyes and then rolled onto his face.

"Have your eyes gone into the sand?" The woman in white walked up with her slender body swaying. Her soft words were like marshmallows, melting at the mouth. Her soft voice was exactly the same tone as her back then.

"Shui Niang, aren't you dead? How can I see you?"

Zhong Mingfa felt cold and pressing against his side for a moment, and there seemed to be a piece of ice on his face, moving on his eyelids. Although his brain was a little uncontrollable, he knew very well that he had encountered a real ghost tonight.

"Puff! Death, don't you miss me? I'm waiting for you here for a long time." Shui Niang twisted her body shyly, and the breath that was squirting was all cold and Qinqin.

The ghost was in front of him, and Zhong Mingfa didn't feel afraid. He blinked his eyes hard, trying to let the tears rush out the sand in his eyes. As long as his eyes were good, he wouldn't be afraid even if he saw the ghost of Shui Niang. Besides, a man with a strong bones got up early and went to bed late, and he had never seen any scenes. Moreover, there was a copper coin in his pocket, so he was afraid of a ball.

But what Zhong Mingfa never expected was that Shui Niang would attack him. Just as he shook his almost numb hands and wanted to take out the life-saving copper coins from his pocket, a touch of coldness suddenly pinched into his eyes. Suddenly, he felt a deadly pain spread from his eyes.

"Ah~ my eyes...ah!" Zhong Ming shouted wildly, and blood was like water, covering his face in an instant. His eyes were black and could not see anything except pain.

Shui Niang dug Zhong Mingfa's eyes and suddenly sneered with a gloomy sneer: "Dear, let me down again if you are born, please let me down after death, and take my life!"

Zhong Ming was anxious, and the pain made him sober up and his hand quickly reached into his pocket. Unfortunately, it was too late. Shui Niang, who jumped into the water, stretched out a pair of white hands from the water, and slowly sank into the bottom of the water. A bloody bubble appeared on the water surface, and after a few seconds, everything returned to calm.

Zhong Kui fell asleep as he heard his grandfather told a story. As soon as he closed his eyelids, he heard a familiar "dongdong" sound coming from the door of his grandfather's room. This was the footsteps of his father, and his father walked very heavily.

At first, Zhong Kui was very happy. When he felt the sound of "dongdong" approaching, for some reason, Zhong Kui suddenly felt depressed in his chest and his body and mind full of fear. He had a feeling that it was not necessarily the father outside, and he actually hoped that grandpa's door would not be pushed open.

By the way, the more you are afraid of something, some things will really appear in front of you.

The door trembled and then made a heavy "squeak" sound slowly opened. First, a pair of white hands were stretched out. Zhong Kui swallowed his saliva nervously, and his heart was hanging in his throat. He wanted to close his eyes, but he didn't close it. He saw the hand that was climbing on the door frame in great horror, just like a person who had been dead and had been invading the whiteness in the water for a long time. His terrifying white fingers were swollen, and he kept moving on the door frame, as if he wanted to tighten the door frame, and then a face that was as white as his hand appeared.
Chapter completed!