Strange Tales of the Ghosts - Chapter 25

[Chapter 25 Happy Buddha (3)]

Zhao Tianhu, who was hiding under the bed, didn’t feel so well. After hearing Su Qingmo’s coquettish humming, the bed began to squeak. With the mixed cheers of men and women, Zhao Tianhu felt itchy and wanted to kill. He was impulsive, but it was only limited to thinking about it. No matter how brave he was, he would not dare to slaughter Master Li in Manhonglou, so he had to endure it. This commotion was in the middle of the night, when Zhao Tianhu crawled under the bed and started to fight when he suddenly heard Su Qingmo’s coquettish shout: “Master Li? Master Li?” Panicked, his voice became trembling: “Master Li, wake up!”

Zhao Tianhu sneered, thinking that this damned Master Li was probably too happy and fainted from exhaustion. After a while, he saw Su Qingmo lift the bed curtain and whispered to Zhao Tianhu under the bed: “Master Li is dead!”

“What?” A thunderbolt hit Zhao Tianhu on the head, although he cursed in his heart Master Li died early, but no one expected that Master Li would die in Su Qingmo’s room at this time, and he was still in the room. Crawled out from under the bed. Zhao Tianhu tried Lord Li’s breath with his hands, but there was nothing left. He suddenly felt that the room was a lot colder, and he had goosebumps all over his body. This normally majestic Lord Li was now paralyzed on the bed like a dead pig.

“What should I do? Big Brother Zhao.” Su Qingmo was wearing only a bellyband and trousers, her face pale.

Zhao Tianhu clapped his hands, looked at Su Qingmo and replied, “What can I do? If someone dies in your room, it will definitely be a death penalty when the government investigates it.”

“Brother Zhao, I don’t want to die, you have to save me. “Tears fell like rain, and Su Qingmo cried like tears.

Seeing that Su Qingmo was crying too loudly, Zhao Tianhu hurriedly covered Su Qingmo’s mouth and reminded: “If you don’t want to die, don’t cry.”

Su Qingmo looked at Zhao Tianhu and nodded with tears in her eyes. Together, the two decided to unwittingly transport Mr. Li’s body from the room and drag it to the wilderness for burial. At this time, Zhao Tianhu’s martial arts came in handy. He first wrapped Mr. Li with a bedcloth, and then tied Su Qingmo’s waist with a hemp rope. First, he was holding Mr. Li’s clothes. Slowly put it down, after landing, Su Qingmo untied the rope, Zhao Tianhu put the body of Master Li down again, and finally, Zhao Tianhu jumped down by himself. In order to transport the corpse easily, Zhao Tianhu also went to steal two fast horses, one tied the body of Master Li, and he and Su Qingmo rode the other in front of him.

The sound of the horses’ hooves was getting farther and farther away. After half an hour, they came to the suburbs far away from the city. Taking advantage of the night, Zhao Tianhu dug a big hole and buried Lord Li’s clothes and body in it. And very carefully sprinkled some fallen leaves on the digging place, so that people can’t see the signs of digging.

On the way back, Zhao Tianhu and Su Qingmo spoke in unison over and over again. When they arrived in the city, they did not rush back to the Manhonglou, but checked nearby. After confirming that there was no movement in the Manhonglou, Zhao Tianhu took Su Qingmo out of the window again. sent back. I don’t know if it was God’s blessing or other reasons. Zhao Tianhu had to thank the rotten city wall. If it weren’t for the huge gap in the city wall, no matter how powerful Zhao Tianhu was, there was no way he could escape the soldiers guarding the city.

[End of This Chapter]