The insects in the yard screamed hoarsely. Gu Xichao lifted the watermelon from the well and cut it while watching the man burning vanilla to smoke out the mosquitoes. After watching him cut it, the man sat next to him, picked up a piece of melon and took a big bite. Gu Xichao bit the sweet melon in his mouth, covered his mouth with a fan with a smile, leaned over and whispered in a sly voice,
Qi Shaoshang, let me tell you a story. It's a ghost story~~~
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