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The old man's body croaked, his turbid eyes looked at Wutong.

Seeing that Wutong did not respond, he continued: "I have raised three sons and two daughters. I have worked hard all my life. I started to work hard in the morning and worked hard for them to go to school. In the end, when I was old, none of the five children would take care of me. I'm so old to walk a few steps to catch my breath, but I still have to live by picking up rubbish. Do you think I want to experience it again?"

The old man coughed twice when he said that, he looked back at the photo of Renshe Bailian.

"This is my choice. I don't want to reincarnate. I want to stay in the ghost town forever. There is no pain or regret here. Although the sky is always gray, but with the development of the ghost town, these shortcomings will be made up. Happiness that has not been experienced in the world may be found here."

"Little girl, what is the difference between your approach and the world's prejudices? Do you think the right thing must be something we need to do?"

"Zifeiyu, know the joy of fish?"

"Don't you have experienced something like this in your unfinished life? Did you have a smooth life and never did anything under the pressure of others?"

The old man's series of questions left Wutong speechless.

Wutong's eyes flickered. As a **** movie actor, how could she have never experienced the feeling of being forced to do things? She has been in this feeling all the time, even now.

Qiancang glanced at the grieving ghost who was gradually approaching. He opened his mouth to help Wutong relieve the siege. "I once heard a resident of Ghost Town say that the accumulation of resentment will bring pain, and when the resentment dissipates, the pain will be too. Will pass away. So I don’t think we are forcing you to do something."

As soon as he finished speaking, there seemed to be angry flames in the eyes of the ghosts surrounding the three people. They did not rush to divide the three of them, but threw the paper money burned to the three of them.

"If it weren't for Renshe Bailian to say that you are the actors of "Fuck 2", we have already eaten you!" A man with glasses who weighed over 100 kilograms walked out of the ghost group, his fatness was written on the face The fat, round face and chubby belly all illustrate this point.

The man is holding a colorful cute girl figure in his left hand, and a box of chicken drumsticks in his right hand. The color of the box is red and white.

He did not wait for Qiancang’s answer, and continued to question: "I hate self-righteous people like you the most. I will not let me go when I am still alive. I will be treated with strange eyes when I go out. I will buy myself. I was scolded for what I like. Did I spend their money? I went out without wearing fancy clothes. Why did I keep discriminating against me? Everyone told me that I was too fat. I just like to eat fried food. Don't they know how painful it is to lose weight?"

"What's wrong with being fat? Did I not pay for my purchases or commit a crime? I didn't do anything, but all the insults came at me. These prejudices are not what people like you think? Anything that doesn’t meet your expectations will try to make the other person change, instead of allowing yourself to accept the other person’s differences and selfishness."

As the man was talking, his mouth grew bigger and bigger, even so big that he could swallow Qiancangyi's head in one mouthful, which was completely beyond the normal size.

Qian Cang glanced at Hou Wenyao. The evil spirit leading the way looked at Qian Cang's one and three people with playful eyes. He seemed to have known this would happen.

A woman with a green complexion walked out, and she said to Qian Cangyi: "I love my husband deeply, but he has an affair with other women, and also poisoned me. I believe everything he said. I drank the poison for three months and didn't even listen to the doctor's words, but he didn't have any mercy. Is it necessary for me to continue to experience this kind of life?"

"You think that our suffering will be extremely uncomfortable, but have you ever thought that the pain we experienced in the ghost town is nothing compared to the despair before our death."

As soon as the woman finished speaking, the rest of the grievances rang out immediately.

"Yes!"

"Correct!"

"These pains are really nothing!"

One after another voice spread to the distance, and more ghosts noticed here and rushed over.

Qiancang frowned, and he replied: "I remember that for you, the pain you experienced is the pain you suffered before death. Logically speaking, if you can endure the pain caused by resentment, then you must Able to accept the suffering caused to you by the world."

This point, Qiancangyi learned from the method of purifying evil spirits.

"It's completely different." The woman shook her head. She rejected Qian Cangyi's statement, "I do experience the pain of the world, but at this time my state is completely different. I know that I will suffer. It is like fate. The suffering of me is average, and I know that I will suffer the most."

"The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. As long as I no longer have expectations in my heart, I will naturally not suffer the same torture, the same pain, and different scars will be carved on different people's hearts. At least now I am very satisfied with myself. Life in the ghost town is far happier than before."

The woman raised her head and looked in the direction of the fluke memorial, her eyes seemed to be grateful.

Such a weird scene was caught by Qiancangyi, but he couldn't perceive the deep meaning. He didn't understand why the good thing he had done before turned into a dog and a mouse to be nosy.

Morality and morality are completely reversed at this time.

"What you mean is that you are willing to stay in pain forever, and even if the future can be expected, you are not willing to experience any unexpected pain. Is this your choice?" The shadow play opened her eyes, her eyes from the grieving ghost's face. Swept over.

Qiancang glanced at Hou Wenyao.

He already knows the principle of grievances almost~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But about evil ghosts, why Hou Wenyao who kills people like hemp can become evil spirits, can stay in the ghost town, how can evil ghosts eliminate resentment, these things are money Kuraichi didn't know it at all.

"This was originally our choice. If it weren't our choice, how could we come to the ghost town?" a little girl said in an immature tone.

"Ghost town is our peach blossom source!" a ghost shouted.

"We can no longer harm people in the ghost town. For you living, it is better for us to stay in the ghost town, isn't it?"

"I hope you will stop being self-righteous and stop doing these unnecessary things!"

"I still remember the ugly faces of those people. If you follow them, be careful that I bite your faces."

All kinds of advice and threats spread into the ears of the trio. The trio stood back to back, clenched their fists in front of them, and they couldn't help but feel a little worried as they watched the shrinking encirclement.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, Qiancang always looked at Hou Wenyao for help.