After Zhuma Died, I Was Haunted by Ghosts

The author works hard to save the manuscript~ Stay on 2025.8.23 [Tough and "optimistic" heroine who is a sweetheart in x years] [Modern Imagination]&[All the knowledge related to folk customs, ghosts and gods in this article are fabricated, please do not delve into it! Reject feudal superstition! ! Welcome friendly discussions~] Ever since he fell into the water at Zhu Ma's funeral, Song Yang has been haunted by water ghosts. That night, she was unable to sleep due to the noise of knocking on the door and erratic crying. She turned over irritably. When he opened his eyes, there was another person lying behind him. Song Yang was completely stunned. She didn't have time to close her eyes and saw his face clearly in the moonlight. Pale complexion, soft and delicate eyebrows, and blue lips. And the mole on the nose... Why does he look so familiar... ... Wait! Isn't this her long-dead little bamboo horse that she hasn't seen for many years that was just buried in the ground today? Before the downed Song Yang could react, the bamboo horse couldn't wait to spread its limbs and wrap around her tightly. Song Yang was choked so hard that she couldn't breathe. As long as he exerted a little more force, she could go directly down to accompany him. Her mind was a mess, and when she was sorting her thoughts out, she heard the gentle voice of a bamboo horse. "I finally see you, I miss you so much." Song Yang, who was about to suffocate, rolled his eyes weakly. Then you should let go and take a good look at me... I'm about to be strangled to death by you... ……… As the night passed, Song Yang felt that his mental threshold had risen several degrees. But for her, who works overtime all the year round, hasn't had a good night's sleep in more than half a year and stayed up two nights in a row, other things are barely tolerable, but disturbing people at night is simply unbearable! ! Song Yang, whose expression was extremely bad, found a famous goddess in the village on the recommendation of his neighbor. I tried asking for talismans and praying to gods, but it didn't work at all. Asking means that the knot is difficult to resolve, the cause and effect is too deep, and it is inconvenient to intervene. In the end, even the goddess gave up and left her to seek happiness on her own. Song Yang was helpless: Okay, then I'll do it myself. As the saying goes, if you do it yourself, you will have enough food and clothing. Bamboo horse? Set aside first. Song Yang rolled up his sleeves: Water ghost, right? You want to find a scapegoat, right? Your wish is unfulfilled, right? I make the decision for you! Who harmed you? I'll catch him and drown him in the water. Do whatever you want! What wish? You can satisfy me with anything except death! Don't be too idle, bamboo horse, come over and work! As long as it allows me to sleep peacefully and completely! You can do anything you want me to do! ! Song Yang began a life of reversing day and night and racing against time. Determined not to let go of any clues! She dug her grave in the middle of the night, and the bamboo horse helped her weigh the coffin. She smashed the coffin and turned over the corpse, and the bamboo horse helped her drive away the wild ghosts. She wanted to talk to the soul, and the bamboo horse served as a mouthpiece. She made up her mind to pick up the hoe and prepare to kill, Zhu Ma helped her put it away without saying anything... Wait! "Isn't this going a bit wrong? Don't get too excited and put down the hoe first!" Zhu Ma suddenly appeared in front of Song Yang. "It's better for me to kill people. It's easy to kill them and then set them on fire. Just stand far away and don't let the blood splash on you." ... Anyway! Song Yang used the most serious attitude, the fastest speed, the highest efficiency, and the most convenient tool in the world... People! Finally, the matter was solved perfectly by her! On the night when the water ghost was sent away, Master Song, who was lying on the bed, let out a comfortable sigh. Just as he was about to enter a long-lost dreamland, he felt a cold wind blowing on his face. "Song Yang... Song Yang..." Song Yang decided to close his eyes and pretend to be dead. "I know you're awake." "Song Yang... Help me..." A cold female voice sounded close to the ear. Song Yang sighed resignedly. "Say it, if possible, I will make the decision for you." Zhu Ma, who was just lying on the bed and preparing to warm the bed:... Well, since Song Yang has agreed, let's roll up our sleeves and get on with it! Demining (instructions): 1. This article is the first one written by the author. There may be a big gap between the writing styles of the previous and later chapters, so there will be significant revisions. (Will be informed in time) 2. The heroine doesn't value life and is a bit cold-blooded, but she can pretend. 3. The heroine has her own set of three views, and is easy to take things too seriously, and she is super! Class! Solid! Hold on! (A little inclined to be paranoid) 4. The male protagonist has been very, very thick and single-minded towards the female protagonist from the beginning, and is willing to become the female protagonist's tool. 5.. This is my first time writing an article, and the relationship between the male and female protagonists may develop in a confusing way, but if you agree with the point above (point 4), then you can treat it as if I didn't mention it. 6. The ending of the text is undecided and may be BE. At last! If you can accept the above, then you are warmly welcome to enter the pit~(*￣3￣)╭? Intention: to do good deeds and accumulate good deeds