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Xia Qing suddenly stretched out his right hand to gently wipe away the tears from the corner of the girl's eyes.

The girl whose cheek was suddenly touched couldn't help but tremble slightly, then her eyes widened and she looked at Xia Qing who stretched out her hand.

Afterwards, that pretty face quickly turned red, and steam rose from the girl's head.

"Okay, what a shame~~~!!"

With such a shy scream coming from her throat, the girl immediately turned around and fled towards the other side of the bridge.

"..."

Xia Qing, whose outstretched right hand was still hovering in the air, remained silent.

"Why did you run away...the one who wanted to drag her into the Ghost Killing Squad..."

No, you can't just watch Fatty run away like this.

Xia Qing hurriedly chased after the girl in the direction she was fleeing from.

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At dusk and sunset, night gradually filled the sky.

Wearing an expensive black kimono, a young man with fashionable hair and round-rimmed glasses, he said, "Let's pretend this blind date never happened." Then he went all the way back to his home.

The young man's family is at the top rank among all the nearby villages, and the family's rich property allows him to choose his future marriage partner at will.

After he opened the door, the young man's father asked him.

"How is it, how is the girl on the blind date today?"

"It's not good at all! Pink hair with green ends, it looks disgusting, I don't want my future children to have this hair color!"

Hearing the youth complaining, his father nodded.

But the young man seemed to feel that this was not enough, and continued to complain.

"And, also, I asked someone about that woman when I came back. It is said that in her village, she has been a strange creature since she was a child. She is as strong as a monster, just like... just like in the legend. Like the "ghost"!"

The more the young man talked, the more excited he became, as if he was complaining.

His father suddenly became serious and reprimanded him.

"Hey! Don't talk about "ghosts"!"

the young man asked suspiciously.

"Huh? Why, isn't that just an ordinary legend, and I haven't seen that kind of thing since I was a child, can it still come to my house?"

At this time, the young man's father suddenly remembered something and asked the young man.

"By the way, where's your mother?"

"Isn't she at home?"

His father froze for a moment.

"Impossible, I haven't seen her since morning..."

Suddenly, the father and son heard a strange "creaking" sound from the attic, as if something was moving in the attic above.

"Is there a mouse...?"

The young man frowned, and didn't pay much attention to the noise, after all, there had been mice in the house before.

"No, if there are mice, it should be the sound of running all over the room. How could it be just this..."

As the young man's father spoke, he stood up.

"I'll go to the attic and have a look."

Watching his father gradually walking towards the stairs leading to the attic, the young man knelt on the tatami, continued to drink tea, and said "tsk!"

"There are so many unlucky things today, all because of the bad luck brought by that woman!"

The young man muttered to himself with a displeased face.

boom--!

A muffled sound came from the attic, interrupting the young man's complaints. He froze for a moment when he heard the sound, then stood up subconsciously, and walked towards the attic.

Chapter 49 Don't Come Over! ! (4/5)

After the young man stepped on the wooden stairs and approached the attic step by step, the violent sound suddenly came to an end.

With a high-pitched scream, everything fell silent.

Vaguely, the young man could only hear the sound of someone chewing food.

"Father...? Are you there!"

After the young man walked into the attic, through the moonlight slanting in from the window, he saw an unforgettable frightening scene in his life.

"No...how is this possible...?!"

In this dim attic, the young man's father had been eaten by a strange creature with several legs, leaving only stumps and broken flesh.

A desperate face that could be seen struggling in vain before dying rolled down towards the young man's feet on the ground.