Readers are cursing, they still have to watch it.

According to the style of the first story, the second one is probably the life of this man named Chen Aimin, but he died in the water... If you say so, this book can be clearly changed to "One Hundred Ways to Die", or something like that, you can also say the popularity of Ye Liangchen who is similar to harsh words...

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This story is a real ghost story!

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After He Huai finished writing the first story, he really didn't dare to write about having a son in the second story. So she grabbed a ghost who had been living in the world from the ghost and wanted to ask for the opinions of such ghosts.

Who knew that the ghost he caught was really "having been through the world". Not to mention the world, it has been through the smelly ditch, wells and ponds!

OK!

He Huai reluctantly kept him, thinking that if he didn't say it well, he would stop going forward. Those who accomplish great things will not care about the trivial matters.

Chen Aimin, the water ghost who has been involved in the world, is the most enthusiastic in his life, but one day while walking, a young man playing parkour jumped off the wall and broke one of his legs...

At that time, there were a lot of news about the elderly, and the young man had a bad family background and was afraid of losing money. He simply did it all the time and tied him up stones and stuffed them into the stinky pond next to him.

The stinky pond was previously contaminated by chemical raw materials and was smelly every day. No one noticed the stinky smell.

He just died like this.

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If it were ordinary people, it would be full of resentment.

However, Chen Aimin's resentment bubbled in the stinky pond, which became even more smelly... He loved to clean himself, sighed for several days, and collected the paper money burned by his son, so he simply traveled in various rivers.

——If you don’t have enough yin energy, you can’t send a dream to your son, but seeing him enter the municipal bureau with stable work is considered a regret in life!

Unfortunately, he was very upright after joining the municipal bureau, so he didn't dare to contact him.

My wife has been away for a few years. She has done a lot of good things. Now she is probably in the line for reincarnation. It is better not to worry about it.

Now that He Huai is going to publish a book, he quickly recommended himself.

As for whether this book can be published - let's talk about it another way.

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To be honest, in terms of excitement, being a human being and being a ghost is simply incomparable.

As a human being, I take a walk every day to buy some food and go home to clean up, play chess and cards, watch hands tear the Japanese to sleep...

If you are the same, you will have a kind of small happiness.

Be a ghost...

"Ouch!"

Chen Aimin touched his chest and looked very excited-

"It's so exciting to be a ghost!"

"Sir Guishu, do you know the smelly pond when I died? It's not that smelly. It's included in the municipal planning area. All the residents can move, and there's no camera. It's so troublesome every day!"

"Just the day before yesterday, I saw a man dressed up brightly and drowned a woman in the pond..."

He Huai has been in the online literature industry for two days and has learned the essence of water without a teacher—

"Details, details! Describe the details clearly, how glamorous it is..."

She didn't mean to be so mean, she mainly wanted to film TV series in the future and write more detailed adaptations by herself!

Zhang Aimin thought for a while: "Yeah, it's been several days, how can I remember clearly!"

"I just remember that man's sang-wen, with a round, painted glasses on his legs, gold-edged, and half-pulled frame."

"The eyebrows, nose, eyes are nothing special, but the face is fair and there is a small blister on the mouth."

"I'm wearing a white T-shirt with an English one on it... It's clean, and the blue jeans make you look so long!"

"But there is no son Jun!"

"It's not as tall as my son!"

"Talk about the key points!"

With more details, He Huai became impatient again.

Zhang Aimin then said, "Oh oh oh, the key point... He pushed a woman into the pond and drowned! The body fell into a stone but it had not floated up yet!"

Just lie beside him...

Zhang Aimin was a little unhappy: There is a difference between men and women, he has a son anymore, and this female ghost cries every day and is so stupid that she is not sane yet. It is not a big deal to always lie next to him!

The focus of He Huai's story is "suspense, supernatural thriller". It is said that it is easy to shoot ghost movies. Although I can't see where the suspense, there must be supernatural thriller-

Write it!

"Details, what's the girl?"

"Female...I don't have the nerve to look at it too much, just a mole under my eyes... This is not good. My old woman said that such a mole is so cried and wronged!"

Seeing He Huai glaring at him again, he quickly pulled back the topic of splits - "Hair is curly, dyed like a chestnut, and it grows to the waist, wearing a white skirt and a lace-up - You said that, my mother sat up from beside me when she went into the water, like a female ghost, it was so scary!"

After he finished speaking, he came over with anticipation: "My Lord Ghost Tree, my story is OK. If it is OK, I will sort it out and tell you a different perspective from God... Can you burn a stack for me after it is published!"

"A stack?"

He Huai looked at him: "Why do you want so much?"

Chen Aimin felt a little embarrassed: "Collection one, read one, wait for decades, and I'll give it to him if my son comes down! His father has published a book, so he must learn it well! I'll give it to the local water ghosts when I travel to other rivers..."

He Huai thought about it and said that by then he would have made a lot of money, just a few books—

"Okay!"

"Now, you can sort out this story and tell me."

Chen Aimin's story has been a bit long, but it was done in 50,000 words - in fact, it was done in 45,000 words, but it was not enough for 50,000 He Huai felt a little uncomfortable, so he thought about it and added the parkour young man who had hit him and killed him before. This was not enough. In the end, there was no way, so he added the young club - the badge card was still pinching Chen Aimin's hand!

Fifty thousand words!

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He Huai sent the story with satisfaction because he had a reader base and the story was relatively close - the time schedule was very real. In addition, a book is not short of 100,000 words, and there are also recommendations on the list - many people have collected it.

She couldn't help but feel a little complacent, thinking that she would soon be able to reach the peak of the locust tree, so she quickly grabbed another ghost and told a story.

At this time, a thin and haggard man came to report the case in the police station of Yuchi District, the imperial capital.

He was wearing a wrinkled white T-shirt, an English logo on his chest, blue jeans made his legs look particularly long, and gold-edged half-framed glasses, and he was full of gentleness. He was indeed a teacher from a nearby middle school.

He came to report the case and his wife has been missing for three days.
Chapter completed!