"Da da da."

A burst of light, quick footsteps came from not far away. Even before seeing the person, one could sense a feeling of relief.

Yu Chengmu's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He saw Wang Fugui and Du Moyu, one in front of the other, running out of the shadows, each holding a musical instrument.

The two didn't even look in his direction, running straight back to the room where Jiang Cheng was.

They even gave Jiang Cheng a high five each as they entered.

Jiang Cheng picked up the letter, shook it triumphantly at Yu Chengmu, bowed in thanks, and in the next second, skillfully closed the door.

Yu Chengmu seemed to have forgotten what he had just done. He turned his head and glared at the equally stunned A Biao through gritted teeth. "You idiot! Didn't you say that ghosts couldn't be controlled?"

"I..." A Biao felt a fire rising straight to his brain.

Even with only one arm left, Yu Chengmu was no match for A Biao. In less than three moves, he was pinned to the ground and rubbed against it one-handedly.

His clothes were torn open, his face pressed to the ground, his graying hair disheveled, and his appearance of an expert was completely gone.

"Yu Chengmu, you old bastard!" A Biao was so angry that he was seeing red. He hadn't expected this old thing to be so vicious, not planning to let him get out alive. "You deserve to die!"

A Biao used a lot of force,掐 (qiā) [to pinch, grab, strangle] Yu Chengmu's neck, making his eyes roll back.

But before he could continue to rub Yu Chengmu, suddenly, a strange melody came, from the direction of the Du River, the level of horror completely incomparable to the tune just now.

"It's... it's the Dahe Niangniang (River Goddess)!" Yu Chengmu's nose was still bleeding, his face full of despair.

Even knowing that he couldn't escape this calamity today, A Biao's personality wouldn't allow him to sit still and wait for death.

He endured it, released the dog-like Yu Chengmu, stood up, and quickly closed the door.

Looking out through the crack in the door, he saw that a layer of fog had risen outside.

The fog was spreading quickly, and he could only see a few meters away.

Jiang Cheng's room was also obscured by the fog and disappeared.

"Deng!"

"Deng!"

After a series of jumps, it finally stopped outside Jiang Cheng's door.

Jiang Cheng maintained the same posture as A Biao, squatting behind the crack in the door to observe.

This time he saw clearly that it was Dahe Niangniang (River Goddess) who had come, the ghost bride from the bus!

There was no mistake!

Wu unsheathed his knife and stood behind the door, separated from the ghost bride by only a door.

"Easy, easy," Fatty whispered to comfort Wu, worried that he would lose his temper and rush out to fight the ghost bride.

Wu glanced at Fatty and put the knife behind him, which was the greatest sincerity he could offer.

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath and opened the door.

The ghost bride stood quietly outside the door, her exposed skin exceptionally fair against the backdrop of her bright red wedding gown.

Jiang Cheng didn't want to, and didn't dare to, use adjectives like "soft enough to break with a puff" to describe the woman's skin, because he was worried that it really could be blown apart.

After all, this skin had been immersed in the cold waters of the Du River for a full 10 years.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, Jiang Cheng put on a paper mask in advance.

The ghost bride's head was covered with a veil, and through the side of the veil, one could vaguely see the ghost bride's chin with its soft curves.

Suddenly, Jiang Cheng felt a great curiosity about the face under the veil.

"Squeak--"

The sound of the wind blowing the door axis interrupted Jiang Cheng's thoughts. He immediately took out the letter from his arms and handed it to the ghost bride.

To his surprise, when the ghost bride saw the letter, her entire aloof aura suddenly dissipated. She held the letter with both fair hands, slowly unfolded it, and her fragrant shoulders trembled along with it.

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

A few clear tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the letter.

The originally dirty cloth suddenly radiated light and became brand new.

Rows of neat handwriting appeared on it.

The next scene made Jiang Cheng's heart tremble violently. He saw that at the spot where the ghost bride's tears touched, a portrait appeared out of thin air.

It was a young man with a scholarly air between his eyebrows, holding a paper umbrella, smiling happily.

Setting aside the clothes, this young man actually had a face as handsome as his own!

No, it was the exact same face!

Jiang Cheng's mind buzzed. He couldn't help but feel grateful that he was wearing a mask, otherwise, he might have been dragged away by the ghost bride today and forced to be her husband in the Du River.

Even with Wu around, it was hard to say whether he could save himself.

Besides, according to Wu's personality, if he knew the ghost bride's purpose in snatching him, he might even help her deliver him to her doorstep.

Fortunately, the ghost bride was also a straightforward person. After being excited for a while, she took the letter and left.

Judging from the direction in which her back disappeared, she had gone to Yu Chengmu and A Biao's room.

Some were happy and some were sad. A Biao, looking through the crack in the door, saw Dahe Niangniang (River Goddess) coming and his face was contorted.

Then he looked down at the crying Yu Chengmu, kicked him and said, "If you're not dead, get up and think of a way to deal with Dahe Niangniang (River Goddess)!"

Yu Chengmu seemed to have lost his soul, shrinking on the ground, his eyes staring blankly, constantly repeating: "There's no chance, there's no chance, we're all going to die..."

"Waste!" A Biao kicked Yu Chengmu hard. It seemed the latter was waiting to die.

But A Biao still had a last hope. He stared at Yu Chengmu on the ground, a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

Perhaps... Dahe Niangniang (River Goddess) only needs to kill one person tonight.

Thinking of this, A Biao no longer hesitated. He dragged the paralyzed Yu Chengmu out like a dead dog, then kicked the door open, intending to throw Yu Chengmu outside.

Yu Chengmu also reacted, struggling violently, but unable to break free from A Biao's pliers-like hands.

"Master Yu, you've fallen to this state, it's all your own fault, don't blame others!" A Biao said fiercely, "I'm also avenging Boss Jia, Zhang Junyu and the others!"

"No, don't!!"

Yu Chengmu, who was thrown out, lay on the ground, crawling back with his hands and feet, but unfortunately A Biao had already closed the door in advance.

"Let me in! Let me in!" Yu Chengmu frantically pounded on the door, but the door was like cast iron, motionless.

A Biao's angry voice came from behind the door, "Master Yu, back then... Zhang Junyu also pleaded with you so bitterly, but what did you do?!"

"Now the tables have turned, so rest in peace." After A Biao said the last sentence, as Dahe Niangniang (River Goddess) approached step by step, A Biao stopped talking.

A crisp sound of a watermelon bursting came from outside the door, and large amounts of blood mixed with other things splattered on the door, flowing down stickily.

At the same time, Yu Chengmu's wailing also stopped abruptly.

A Biao hid behind the door, looking out through the crack, not daring to breathe.

He saw with his own eyes that Dahe Niangniang (River Goddess) didn't even look at Yu Chengmu, and stepped on his head as she walked over, directly exploding it.