"Ahhhhhhh~~~" April 1st went berserk, gesticulating and speaking unbalancedly. His wide sleeves flew up and down with his waving arms, and something was thrown out. It was too dark to see clearly. Baimugui pushed open the lunch box, bent down and looked under the moonlight, and saw that it was just a piece of soft rope, lying peacefully in the newly cut grass. Nothing special. Reach out to pick something up and touch it with your fingertips. The thing seemed to recognize its owner, twisting its wrist like a snake and wrapping it tightly in circles. I stretched out my hand to pluck it, but the rope became tighter.
The hundred-eyed ghost looked at the person who was running away in a hurry, and then glanced at the red thread on his hand. He had been exposed to it since he was a child, so he naturally knew that the red thread tied the marriage...