Night Tour of One Hundred Ghosts: I Have a Wishing Pond

On the first day when Xu Yuan inherited the old house in Huangshan, he dug an ancient bronze well in the yard. That night, the well water boiled. An ancient general with an arrow stuck in his head climbed out, threw a copper coin into the well, and said angrily: "I want to know who shot me?" Before Xu Yuan could scream, his cell phone rang: "WeChat account arrived, 0.01 Yuan." Xu Yuan discovered the pattern: the ghost throws the coin and the wish comes true. But the way of implementation is defined by him. A female ghost wanted to see the betrayed man again, so he opened the friend's circle of friends - that person had just posted "My wife is pregnant, please bless me" three days ago. There was a vicious ghost who wanted to take revenge, so he handed over a copy of "Criminal Law" and a reporter's business card from the Rule of Law Channel. There was a starving man who wanted to eat a Manchu banquet. He helped download the takeout software and said, "Cook it here and within three hours, five-star reviews will give you cash back." Until the man holding the red umbrella appeared. He didn't climb the well, but walked along the mountain road, as if he had walked a long way. The face under the umbrella was so pale that it was almost transparent. He threw a copper coin into the well. The sound was so dull that it didn't sound like falling into the water, like something clicking at the bottom of the well. "My wish is simple," the man said. "Give me back what I have stored here." Xu Yuan subconsciously covered his chest. There was a red stone that he fished out from the bottom of the well. He hung it around his neck as an amulet and it was already warm. "What?" The man raised his eyes. Under the shadow of the red umbrella, there were no pupils in his eyes.