Zhao Yan personally helped the little girl fasten the peace buckle, lowering her voice.
"Hush, don't tell anyone about this. It's a secret your sister gave you."
The little girl nodded. Zhao Yan smiled, pinched her cheek, and quickly retreated.
The moment Zhao Yan retreated.
A voice rang out from the crowd: "The coffin is being lifted, it's being lifted."
"One, two, three, lift!"
"Bang"
A sound echoed. The coffin that had fallen from the hearse was finally lifted.
Zhao Yan returned to the car and sat down.
"Sister Zhao, what were you doing over there?" Wu Jiaxin asked curiously.
Zhao Yan got out of the car and had been gone for so long.
"Miss Zhao, you didn't go direct traffic, did you? As soon as you got back in the car, the traffic cleared up," Boss Zhou said.
Zhao Yan smiled and said nothing, watching the hearse pass by the side of Boss Zhou's car.
The little girl sitting in the back saw Zhao Yan and waved her hands twice. Zhao Yan also raised her hand and waved back at her.
They arrived at Boss Zhou's restaurant.
After touring the restaurant, it was large and had three floors.
Boss Zhou called all the employees and then pulled up a red banner.
Zhao Yan was pushed to the main seat. She held the scissors and, with a snip, completed the ribbon-cutting ceremony.
It took a lot of time to help Boss Zhou adjust the feng shui, and she met many big bosses, receiving many feng shui orders.
When Zhao Yan returned to her shop, her pockets were full of red envelopes.
Huazhu Residential Area, Room 304.
"How could Xiangxiang have encountered something like this? She's only nineteen," Mu Xiang's mother cried, holding Mu Xiang's portrait.
Wen Jiangping gently patted Mu Xiang's mother's shoulder, "Don't be sad. If Xiangxiang saw you so sad, she would be sad too."
"Why don't we move to a different house? Now that Xiangxiang is gone, only Lanlan is left. Moving to a better house would also be convenient for Lanlan's studies."
"Where would we get the money for that?"
"Look at what you're saying. Didn't the compensation for Xiangxiang's car accident come through? Sell this house and add a little more, it will definitely be enough."
"What do you think of this house? I went to see it before, and it's a very good house, with excellent ventilation."
"Living in this old, broken-down place for too long makes people depressed. Xiangxiang must have stayed in this broken room for too long."
"Alright, go to sleep. We still need to find a good cemetery for Xiangxiang tomorrow. Don't let the child feel disheartened."
At 12:57 AM, Wen Jiangping opened his eyes and gently shook the woman beside him.
"Wife, wife."
He called out twice, but the woman beside him didn't respond.
Wen Jiangping leaned closer and, confirming she was asleep, slowly put on his shoes and tiptoed to a room door.
He raised his hand, turned the doorknob, pushed the door open, and walked into the room.
Seeing Mu Lan sleeping soundly on the bed, Wen Jiangping walked to the side of the bed and reached out to gently stroke Mu Lan's hair.
He leaned down, inhaled her hair, and a lewd smile spread across his face.
Before, with Mu Xiang around, he couldn't do many things. Now that Mu Xiang was gone, it was more convenient for him.
Thinking of this, he extended his hand and slipped it under the covers.
As his hand went halfway in, Wen Jiangping felt something was wrong.
It felt as if a hand had reached out and grabbed his hand first. This hand held him tightly, and when he tried to pull his hand back, he found it was held fast.
The hands were very cold, like ice.
He thought it was Mu Lan who had grabbed him and looked towards her, only to find her asleep.
He noticed that Mu Lan's hands were tightly wrapped around a doll as she slept.
This caused the smile on Wen Jiangping's face to gradually disappear.
A thought flashed through his mind: the hand under the covers wasn't Mu Lan's. Whose hand was it under the covers?
Thinking of this, he gently opened the covers, raised his phone, and turned on the flashlight.
He shone the flashlight onto the covers and saw a dead person's head suddenly emerge from under them.
Faced with the sudden appearance of the dead head, Wen Jiangping's scalp tingled, and he couldn't help but let out a scream.
"Ah!"
He stumbled backward, holding the flashlight in panic.
After two seconds, seeing no reaction from the covers.
He rubbed his eyes first, looking at the covers with disbelief.
Suddenly, the covers began to bulge bit by bit, and a dripping sound was heard. A lot of blood started to drip out from under the covers.
The blood dripped down from the covers, and the blood quickly stained Wen Jiangping's feet.
The blood hissed and bubbled as if it were boiling water.
Wen Jiangping had never seen anything like this in his life. He was so scared that his legs felt weak. Just as he was about to stand up, a pair of hands suddenly emerged from under the covers.
These hands stretched out very long and grabbed Wen Jiangping's ankle, pulling him forcefully outward.
Wen Jiangping, who had just stood up, was immediately pulled down by these hands and fell to the ground.
A dead head flew out from under the covers and pressed tightly against Wen Jiangping's face.
"Don't you like to be hands-on?" a strange voice came from the mouth of the head.
"Go on, touch it."
"Don't you always like to stick your hands under the covers? Why aren't you doing it now?"
"Ah! Get away! Get away!" Wen Jiangping screamed, falling to the ground again as he tried to stand up. He scrambled to his feet and ran outside.
The head followed him closely.
As soon as Wen Jiangping ran out of the room, a headless corpse rushed out and blocked his path.
"Don't you like to touch things? Why don't you like it now?"
The headless body leaned in close to Wen Jiangping, and its hands suddenly shot out, tightly wrapping around Wen Jiangping and the headless body.
Wen Jiangping struggled with all his might but found he couldn't break free.
"Heh heh heh..."
A strange sound echoed, and a head suddenly emerged from the neck.
Then, it twisted at a ninety-degree angle.
The black eyeballs, with no white visible, stared intently at Wen Jiangping.
Then, the head detached from the neck and flew around Wen Jiangping.
"Ah!"
Wen Jiangping screamed, his eyes rolling back in terror. He collapsed to the ground with a thud, foam coming from his mouth, his body still twitching.
Mu Xiang extended her hand, caught her flying head, placed it back on her neck, secured it, and flew back into the room.
She flew to Mu Lan's side and sat quietly beside her. She reached out and tidied Mu Lan's hair, then leaned down and kissed her forehead.
"Sleep now. Your sister is here. No one will dare to harm you."