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As expected, he never thought of that old master. After three kowtows, the corpse's eyes closed.

When I heard this, I laughed and said,

"I don't think it's that simple. That female cadaver committed suicide and had a great amount of grievance on its body, so it's impossible for it to release the resentment on its body after you've kowtowed a few times."

Liu Yang nodded his head like he was pounding garlic, and said:

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to your place. What happened afterwards would be weird." Liu Yang continued to tell me, the people in funeral parlour saw that there was nothing wrong, so they did not care about her too much, and handed the corpse over to the crematorium to burn, then everything was settled.

However, this matter was not over yet. In the following few days, strange noises could be heard every night from the morgue that was used to store the corpses. It was truly a thrilling scene in funeral parlour.

I asked Liu Yang what kind of voice it was. Liu Yang thought about it and said it was a song, but Liu Yang even hummed a couple of times.

Late at night, your hair.

Late at night, you close your eyes.

This was a secret agreement.

It belongs to me, it belongs to you.

The wedding dress was red.

The poison was white.

My mother was optimistic about my red wedding dress.

Don't let me die too early.

As soon as I finished listening to this song, I felt a chill run down my spine. Wasn't this a terrifying song from before?

Liu Yang didn't quite understand what I was saying. Looking at her, she should only be a little over 20 years old, so it's normal for his to not have heard this song before.

The song was probably about a horror story, a young girl, sneaking in with a boy for a spring midnight snack, but unfortunately, a few months later, the girl became pregnant by accident.

In those years, people's thoughts were very old. If this unmarried girl became pregnant, that would be too indiscreet. This girl had been wearing a red wedding dress and had committed suicide.

From then on, this song drifted about.

After Liu Yang finished listening to the story I told, he was actually stunned for a moment, and said that he had a nagging feeling that the heroine of this song was actually somewhat similar to the corpse he was wearing makeup on.

"The song can understand a person's heart. If it wasn't for the fact that they shared the same feelings, that ghost girl wouldn't have sung this song."

I smiled a little helplessly and said, "Continue talking. What does the incident in funeral parlour have to do with you?"

"It matters a lot." Liu Yang took out his mobile phone and slipped down the album. I looked at the dozens of photos he had taken of Liu Yang taking while standing in front of the mirror. They were all taken by him wearing a suit of red wedding clothes that was as beautiful as a red rose.

Even on her glabella, there was actually a scar.

Liu Yang said somewhat panickedly:

"It's been several days already. I was scared half to death so I quickly deleted my selfie, but these selfie still appear in my phone on the second day, and the angle they stand is different every day."

Liu Yang told me that the most important thing is that the scar that she drew on the glabella was exactly the same as the one that the girl who killed himself earlier, who accidentally cut on her glabella.

I was startled when I heard this, it seemed like this was no small matter, this was the possession of an wrongdoer, all the grievances were not resolved yet they were all borne by Liu Yang.

This matter could be considered big or small. If it was big, then the Soul would always be on her body, and after the vengeful spirit and Liu Yang's three souls and seven souls had fused together over a long period of time, it would become a part of his.

Then she was a human, not a ghost, and when she walked outside, she would bring along a cold wind.

However, it wouldn't be difficult to say the least. As long as he could pull out her vengeful spirit, it would be like rain falling before the sun, and nothing would happen.

Hearing my words, Liu Yang's face was full of hesitation, and asked me what to do.

"That depends on how powerful that Soul is." I shook my head and let out a long sigh.

"Why don't we give it a try first?" I asked tentatively.

After Liu Yang heard what I said, he was immediately unhappy. He glared at me and said, "What do you mean by trying it out? If something really happens to me, will you be able to take responsibility?

These words were clearly trying to force his way through. If he did an operation and cut his appendix, there was a 0.2% chance that he would accidentally die.

Although the supernatural sculpture said that it could connect to ghosts and gods, that was still not a foolproof plan.

I told Liu Yang righteously:

I've told you before that this kind of vengeful spirit that dies due to emotions is not something King Kong can solve. If you want to do it, I'll help you make a relatively gentle statue.

Actually, I already thought of a rough image of a statue in my head. Amongst the divine sculpture, there is a statue called the Madonna of Causeway.

I introduced this statue to Liu Yang. Legend has it that since ancient times, foolish men and women died due to love, and there were many who were unable to reincarnate. These Soul s floated around the Three Realms.

Every day, it rained down like an arrow, and every day, it received a rain of rain, and every day, it received a fire of sun, and every day, it drizzled down like an arrow, and every day, it dripped down like a rain of fire.

In the long run, after that, it gradually became a love grave, and all the Soul s that were infatuated with each other all belonged to it.

In the end, when Mrs Qiao died, some loyal people lamented Mrs Qiao's righteous deeds and built a temple for her. This temple was called the Sesame Temple.

When the Qiao family was summoning their souls, their left hand was holding a gong to call out to the Soul and their right hand was holding the wooden bucket that held the Soul. As a result, when ordinary people saw this statue, they would call it the Madonna of Causeway.

After this girl died, she would be singing that story of a red wedding day and night. This cause of death should be related to her feelings.

The Madonna of Causeway is the best statue I can think of to handle this matter.

"Whether you want to do it or not, just say it." I sat on high ground and accidentally glanced at half of Liu Yang's mountains and rivers.

Liu Yang seemed to feel that I was looking at her, and intentionally lowered his collar a bit, and charmingly smiled at me:

"I'll listen to big brother, but there's one problem, I don't know if you can agree to that." Liu Yang leaned in close to me, pressed his face against my arm, and gave it a whoosh.

Wow, this guy is a bit of a tease. My face actually turned red, and after staring blankly for a while, I stammered,

"You … If you have anything to say, just say it. "

"Can you give me a bit cheaper at this price?" Liu Yang gave me a flirtatious glance.

I laughed and said,

"We don't have any haggling fees here. The price is 10 thousand yuan each. If you're going to make it, then you have to pay a deposit of 50%."