The matter ended like this. Although there are still many secrets that I don't know, my life began to calm down and I started my creation again. Yes, although I promised Mama Liu not to write anymore, even though Erliang repeatedly said

I was reminded not to write it down, but I knew that as long as I didn’t use those materials or write about those people’s secrets, nothing would happen.

I often think of Xiaorui. Mother Liu said that the mysterious woman is going to take her away. I don’t know where she will go. Although I know she is already dead, I still think of her often. Mother Liu is also dead.

Erliang asked us to go there and take him home, but now none of us can do it.

I burned all the materials Dong Agen sent me. I want to use my own brain to write my own novel. Although it is difficult, even though I am back to the starting point, even the outside world is now spreading that I was looking for a gunman.

I’m here to write, but it doesn’t matter, I just want to live my own life.

Maybe everything is over. Several months have passed and nothing has happened. I have gradually adapted to such a peaceful life. Although I still get angry with myself because I can't write a good novel, I am actually quite good at it.

I was satisfied. I talked to Sun Jingye several times on the phone during this period. He was also fine. Seeing that nothing happened to him, I felt relieved.

One afternoon, I was leaning on a chair and basking in the sun. I heard someone calling me, saying that there was a registered letter. I hurried downstairs and took the letter. There was no return address on it, and the handwriting was unfamiliar. I didn’t know what it was.

Who sent it? Tear it open and see Juanxiu's pen calligraphy on the paper. The person who wrote the letter is a woman.

There was no title at the beginning of the letter. I was a little surprised and continued reading:

"When you read this letter, someone is already dead. Don't ask why. If it weren't for him, you wouldn't have the chance to understand all this. And I will tell you all the answers in detail later.

I have a son who is so smart that in my eyes no one can compare with him, but he doesn’t want to do anything, he doesn’t want to study, become an official, or do business to make money. He just wants to write a book.

He said that he was going to write a unique ghost novel in the world. At that time, everyone said that he was stupid, but I know that he was not, and he didn't care what others said about him, and he even named himself idiot."

I couldn't help but shudder. If I guessed correctly, this so-called idiot should be the author of the ancient painting I found in the well in the old house in the mountains. In other words, who is the author of the letter in my hand?

A female ghost from a hundred years ago wrote it to me. I suppressed the fear in my heart and continued reading.

"He wrote many, many stories, and I think each one of them can scare others. But my smartest son is always dissatisfied. He sits alone stupidly, saying something I can't understand.

I was worried about it, but it was useless. One day he suddenly said to me, 'Mom, I finally know how to write the scariest story.'

I was so happy. I knew that my son was the smartest and he could write the scariest story. But what he said next really scared me. He said that he had found a way to do this.

To make people feel alive after death, he knelt on the ground and begged me bitterly, saying that he would strangle me to death, because only I would help him sincerely.

I was frightened and angry by what he said. I slapped him hard. My son didn't move. The slap hit his face and left five finger prints on his face.

He didn’t say anything else or beg me. He just gave me a heavy nod and then sat motionless on the chair. He didn’t eat or drink tea. My son, he wanted to starve to death.

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I knelt in front of him and begged him to take a bite of food, but he ignored me at all. Even if he glanced at me occasionally, his eyes were dull and lifeless. I knew, I knew that my son was going to die, so that day

In the evening, I finally agreed to his request.

My son was finally willing to eat. Apart from eating, he spent all his time building the big house. He had to look at every place carefully. I don’t know where he learned all these weird things.

But my son is the smartest. It’s normal for him to know a lot of things that others don’t know. He also made many jade pendants. I don’t know what the use of these jade pendants he made is, but I didn’t ask him. He is mine.

Son, I have given my life to him, but I still need to ask so many questions about what to do. I see him so busy and happy every day, and I will be happier than him.

It took two years for the mansion to be finally repaired, but my son wanted us all to move out to a far away place. This decision was opposed by the whole clan, but I am the one who supports the business of the whole clan.

, I can support my family's business, and naturally I can also support my son. No one can oppose me. Our entire family moved out of the mountains, moved to a far away place, and rebuilt such a big house.

On the day the house was completed, my son took me back to the old house in the mountains. That night he kept looking at me without saying a word. I knew I was going to die, but I didn't regret it at all. Everyone will die, as long as my son can

Happy, what does that mean? My son said that I will not die, but I will live in a different way, and I can live longer, because I want to help him fulfill his dream. Although I don’t quite understand, I believe in myself

's son.

I put on a red dress that day, and my son said he liked to see me dressed like this. I sat on a chair, and my son drew a picture for me. His hands were so skillful, and he made me look so young and beautiful, but my son

He said that I am a hundred times and a thousand times more beautiful than what is painted in this painting. My son, he can make me happy.

After the painting was finished, my son looked at me without saying a word. I knew I was about to leave, so I smiled at my son without saying anything. My son knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily to me. He knelt so hard that he hurt himself.

My forehead was bleeding from the bruise. What a silly boy.

He pinched my neck with his trembling hands. His hands were so cold, like a piece of ice. I saw tears in his eyes. I smiled and said, "Son, it's okay." He closed his eyes.

My eyes and hands gradually increased strength, and I gradually felt that my breathing was not smooth, but I did not struggle. If I struggled, it would destroy this beautiful dress. My son likes me to dress like this.

I gradually began to blur. I knew I was going to die, but I was not afraid at all. At this moment, I suddenly felt a lightness in my body. I felt like I was floating up. I saw a person lying there on the ground.

, my son had let go of his hand, and I saw blood flowing out of the corner of my mouth on the ground. The blood was so bright that it dyed my teeth red.

I saw my son buried me at the bottom of the well. He buried me so deeply, as if he was afraid of being discovered. Then he buried me with a lot of soil, and finally put the painting on top.

After doing all this, he threw some of the jade pendants into each well. His son was really strange. He liked to dig so many wells, and some even deliberately re-blocked the wells. After doing all this, he

He kowtowed heavily to me on the ground, and took a jade pendant in his hand. Then, I saw him doing something stupid. He hung a rope on the beam, and then tied his neck

Stretched in.

I was so anxious that I wanted to untie the rope, but my hands passed through the ropes lightly. I watched my son die in front of me, but after a while

I'm not afraid anymore, because my son can be the same as me, and I can still see him.

Sure enough, after a while, I saw another son. He stood in front of me and said, "I killed my mother with my own hands. It is not allowed by heaven, so I must give an account to heaven and earth to you."

You must remember what I said and help me finish it.'

Before my son took action, he said a lot to me and arranged a lot of things. He said that I would do what he said in the future, but I didn’t even understand what he meant. Now that I am dead and my son is dead, I don’t want to

I knew why he wanted me to do this for him, but gradually I realized something was wrong. My son's figure gradually faded away. I was anxious, but there was nothing I could do, but my son didn't seem to be anxious at all and said, "You must

Remember to fill the ninth well with water regularly'.

I didn’t know what he was talking about. There were only eight wells, so where did the ninth well come from? I hurriedly asked, ‘Where is the ninth well?’

The figure of the son became fainter and fainter. He pointed at the jade pendant and said, "I have filled you with water first." I turned to look at the jade pendant. The peony on it suddenly became as bright as blood.

Desire, I know, this jade pendant is the ninth well that my son mentioned.

My son disappeared and I could never see him again. I don’t know why my son disappeared but I didn’t. I was sitting in this room. I don’t know how long it took. I saw someone come in and find my son’s body.

Corpse, they yelled and ran out, and then more people rushed in, all of my tribesmen. They removed the son's body, took the jade pendant from his hand, and then took his body away.

go out.

I sat on the edge of the bed and watched them busy coming and going. I was wondering why they couldn't see me. According to legend, people can see ghosts. I should be a ghost now, but why no one can see me? Why?

My son still exists but has disappeared?

No one saw me, and no one stayed here. I was the only one left here. I don’t know how long it took. I gradually felt that I had strength. At this time, many people came in and seemed to be making a noise.

There was a lot of noise about dividing these houses, and some people even moved in at night. This is the house that my son worked so hard to build, how could it be accommodated by these people? I stepped on them deliberately and poked into their ears.

I was blowing air inside, and they couldn't see me anyway, but what I didn't expect was that it actually had an effect. They were all scared and ran out. I was so happy that I saved my son's hard work.

But I was very lonely. I didn’t know who to talk to, and I didn’t dare to go out. I was afraid of the sun outside. Only at night did I dare to go out and take a look. When I was bored, I thought about what my son told me.

Even though I don’t quite understand some things, I will definitely do what he said.

I don’t know how much time passed, but finally another young man came in. He seemed to be very downcast. At this time, I found that I was no longer so afraid of the sun. I didn’t know the reason for this, and I didn’t want to know.

I just remember what my son said to me, and now I can do what he said.

I didn't drive him out, and I don't know how he found this place, but I tried my best to make him find a jade pendant. He took the jade pendant and left. Unexpectedly, the place where he lived later was the place where my son had made his own hand many years ago.

He built a big house, and I followed him into that house, but he didn't notice at all. I often walked around outside in the middle of the night. This is a place I am familiar with. Although it has changed a lot, walking like this

In the alley, my heart suddenly flew back to the past.

Unfortunately, the big house was demolished later, and I had to go back to the mountains. After such a long journey, I arrived in no time. Maybe this is the magic mentioned in the legends, but I don’t know why, even in the mountains,

I also suddenly felt like I could sense many, many people. I often looked behind them, but they didn't know it at all. Even if some people suddenly looked back, they still couldn't see anything.

Finally one day, I seemed to suddenly remember what my son said to me. Those words that I didn't understand suddenly became clear in my mind. I don't know why my son asked me to do this, but he is my son.

No matter what he says, I will do it.

I started to walk out of the mountains, and I let them see the well. I also let many, many people commit suicide. Because my son hanged himself, I kept tempting them to hang themselves too. Among these people were children, young girls, and others.

There are many, many, and as long as they are women, I let them all wear red skirts, because my son said they look best this way.

Later, I followed my son’s instructions and found someone to set up the Dream Club. This is really a strange name. The young man named Chu Jiangshan helped me come up with it. He likes to write books as much as my son does, but he never succeeded. Later,

I found a person to help him. Anyway, I killed so many people, and my son said that they would all listen to me. I don’t know why, but they really listened to me.

My son is so smart, everything has been arranged. Chu Jiangshan also wanted to write the scariest story, but my son had already thought of everything he could think of. I asked the woman to tell him the story my son wrote, and he really succeeded.

Yes, I am also very happy, because these are all written by my son.

But my son once said, all this is not enough, the terror must continue after this person's death. I arranged many, many people to do things for him, I made people constantly explore other people's secrets, and I also made a person become

The psychics they call, as long as they have the secrets of these people, Chu Jiangshan can write very scary stories, and then I will scare these people to death according to the stories he wrote. This is what my son told me.

, a person always has some secrets that cannot be known by others. As long as you master these, you can control their hearts, you can control their life and death. But my son didn’t want them to live, so I chose to die for them. Anyway

So many people have died, so I don’t care if there are just a few more.

I don’t know if I am a bad woman. I have killed many, many children, and then used their relatives’ longing for them to ask them to do things for me. I want each of them to bring at least one person to join the dream club, because I

It requires many, many people, all kinds of people. My son told me that no matter what time, someone will definitely write a story. As long as someone writes, these people, no, I should say these ghosts, can always follow them.

Appear beside them. And those who first joined the Dream Club will die, because I need to fill the ninth well with water. I know now. Only in this way can I walk around without fear of the sun. Only then can I

Let those who have died appear next to their loved ones at any time, instead of gradually disappearing like my son.
To be continued...