He took the umbrella, opened it, and stood at the bridgehead with the woman.
Even though Chen Xiang was hinting at himself to ignore it, the woman's smooth face kept appearing in his mind.
There was no way to ignore it!
Chen Xiang decided to find a topic to break the torturous silence.
"Sister, how did you like that letter? I clearly wrote it so bluntly.”
"Because it's interesting."
The woman's voice rang out. It was very pleasant to hear.
"I've read quite a few confession letters. In the past hundred years, this is the first time I've seen someone as interesting as you. Why, did you feel that my letter was not popular enough?”
As the woman said this, she seemed to have thought of something. She smiled lightly and opened her palm.
The pink letter that had been burned to ashes lay in her palm.
"Then you're wrong. The sisters fought for such an interesting person for a while. In the end, I was the one who was better and obtained this interesting letter from them.”
Popular?
Chen Xiang's face darkened. He realized that he had made another mistake.
Use the thoughts of the living to think about the taboos of the dead
Specters were already dead. No matter if they were hanged, drowned, died of illness, or fell to their deaths…there would still be some problems with their appearance.
Perhaps this was also the reason why they did not care about their appearance.
Moreover, even though the dead needed incense, a ghost house, and so on.
However, those who could receive that letter were all powerful ghosts.
They were not much different from rich women in the sense of living people.
To put it simply, Chen Xiang happened to hit their sweet spot. He used a non-sensational but interesting letter to attract the attention of the malicious ghosts!
This was really self-defeating.
"Ahem." Chen Xiang coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment.
The one in front of him was the malicious ghost who had snatched the letter from many female ghosts.
Don't look at how gentle and elegant she was now. Who knows how fierce she was? How many lives and murderous auras were stained with her hands!
"Then, sister, are you planning to keep me?”
"Mistress? This word is the same as rich woman. I like both of them very much. However, you don't seem to need a rich woman to support you, and you're not as short, ugly, fat, and poor as the letter says.”The woman chuckled.
"Yes, I have a small business in the Yang Realm and can earn a little money. However, compared to his sisters, it was not worth mentioning.”
Chen Xiang said casually.
500,000 Terror Points?
It might seem like a lot, but it was not even a fraction of what he needed to hire a five-star malicious ghost.
From the appearance fee, one could tell how " rich " a five-star malicious ghost was.
Of course, Chen Xiang did not belittle himself.
The Haunted House had just started to develop slowly, and it had only been a week.
When there were more scenarios and it developed into a world-class large-scale horror theme park, the daily Terror Points would be terrifying.
"By the way, sister, these roses are for you. They match a beauty like you.”
Chen Xiang was good at lying through his teeth.
But it seemed that both women and ghosts liked compliments.
"You really know how to coax ghosts."
The woman took the flower basket and picked it up. She seemed to be able to smell the fragrance.
He couldn't see the smile, but he could hear the laughter.
"Thank you, I like it very much. However, since you're looking for a rich woman to be your sugar daddy, I'll be your sugar daddy from now on.”
As she spoke, the woman held a paper umbrella in her other hand and walked down the Misty Rain Bridge.
From her back, this woman could definitely be called a peerless beauty, a graceful beauty, and the dream lover of countless people.
Unfortunately, he was only a back-view killer.
Chen Xiang quickly followed and began his wonderful trip to Ghost Street.
When a woman said that she was a mistress, she was definitely not ambiguous.
He didn't let Chen Xiang spend any Terror Points.
However, as she walked along the road, the ghosts wandering on the streets bowed to her.
Chen Xiang finally understood that this was her territory.
"Do you want some flower cakes?"
The woman asked softly as she held a plate of flower cakes in her slender hands.
"Eat! Of course, I'll eat until I explode!"
Chen Xiang's mind flashed with the story of the dead man's meal.
Mud and stones, fallen leaves and rotting corpses, urine and feces…
However, when he used his Yin-Yang Eyes to look at it, there was no change.
Chen Xiang made up his mind. I'll f * cking explode.
As long as the food was handed over by the woman, even if it tasted like wax, Chen Xiang would still eat it.
It was strange.
No matter how much of this dead man's food Chen wanted to eat, he would not feel full.
The woman watched him eat.
Next, Chen Xiang watched Ghost Shadow Play and Ghost Singing Play. It could be said that he had a lot of experience.
It felt like after tonight.
Chen Xiang could remain calm no matter how terrifying things were.
Time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, the night passed and dawn arrived.
It was almost six in the morning.
The shops on Misty Rain Ghost Street began to close one by one and go home.
It seemed to signify the end of the journey.
Standing at the entrance of Misty Rain Lane.
The rain had stopped. Chen Xiang's ghost clothes had faded, and the woman standing beside him had put away her umbrella.
"Yin and Yang are separated. You should go back.”
Chen Xiang didn't dare to say anything like " I don't want to leave you."
What if the woman sounded very touched and decided to keep Chen Xiang forever…
Wouldn't that break his legs?
But he still asked hesitantly.
"Can I come back in the future?"
"Of course, you're my kept woman.”
The woman chuckled.
This time, when Chen Xiang turned around, he seemed to see a beautiful face with a faint smile!
But at this moment, the crow of a rooster sounded.
"Hahaha!"
The crow of a rooster separated Yin and Yang.
The world seemed to have lost its color. Misty Rain Ghost Alley, the smiling woman, and everything else disappeared from Chen Xiang's eyes.
At this moment, Chen Xiang felt dizzy.
When this feeling disappeared.
He was shocked to discover that he was not standing at the entrance of Misty Rain Lane.
Instead, he was standing at the entrance of the Haunted House!
Coincidentally, it was where he had walked to the death taxi yesterday.
"Dream of Nanke?"
In the blink of an eye, he appeared thousands of miles away. Chen Xiang couldn't help but feel like he was dreaming.
Old Li, who was jogging in the morning, passed by slowly and glanced at Chen Xiang.
"Little Chen, you're up so early. Eh, where did you buy the oil-paper umbrella in your hand? It's so pretty.”
Chen Xiang looked down and saw that he was still holding the oil-paper umbrella that the woman had given him.
So it wasn't a dream.
Perhaps the system had teleported him back in order to prevent him from running a thousand kilometers overnight and appearing too abnormal in the eyes of others.
Chen Xiang felt relieved and smiled at Old Li.
"A friend sent it from Yu Yue. By the way, Uncle Li, how's the online ticketing going?”
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