The countryside is sparsely populated. A man in plain clothes went to the river to wash his brush, and asked, "Where is my head?" His voice was empty.
An object rolled to Wang Kuan's hand. That hand used to wield swords and guns, read books and make tea. Now he held its head and said calmly: "Yours?"
"Ah ah ah ah ah! Did you scare me to death?" The female ghost opposite danced and threw herself into his arms. "My head."
The clothes and stains on his body were not even visible, and on his head was a wooden iris flower in bud. The female ghost is pale and has red eyes. There is a deep blue and purple strangulation mark on his neck, which is also covered with vertical and horizontal claw marks, which shows that he has no fear of death.
"What's your name?"
"Wang Kuan."
"What about you?"
The female ghost said, "I don't know, I don't remember." The female ghost trailed off with an imperceptible dependence on Wang Kuan. She really didn't speak for too long, whether it was a human or a ghost.
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