Chapter 1415 Unfaithful Umbrella

The fat man's perspective was completely different from everyone else's. The moment he stepped onto the paper bridge, everything in front of him changed. First, it was dark, then cold. He heard the sound of a river flowing. In front of him, a very wide and long bridge appeared. The bridge was arched, and the steps went up all the way, and there was almost no end in sight.

This bridge had obviously existed for a long time. The stone steps were covered with cracks and moss. The steps were wide and full of historical weight, but they also looked very depressing.

The bridge was shrouded in a smoky mist, with visibility less than 5 meters, and there were shadows in the mist, and no one knew what was hidden.

At the same time, the color of the lantern in his hand also changed, from the normal orange to the current gloomy green. Holding such a lantern, the fat man felt very involved. He even began to doubt whether he was dead. As long as he walked across the bridge, he would be reincarnated.

The fat man groped his way to the bridge, his feet stepped on the cold stone steps, almost freezing him, but the more terrifying thing was not these, but behind him.

"Da."

"Da."

"Da."

...

There was also a sound of footsteps behind him. Every time the fat man took a step, the footsteps behind him would follow, but he didn't dare to look back, because he knew that it was Gao Yanqing who was following him closely, and the purpose of his trip was to send Gao Yanqing's wronged soul to the underworld.

In order to divert his attention, the fat man looked around curiously. Except for the foggy bridge, there seemed to be nothing in this world, no light, no moon or starlight in the ghostly night sky. The fat man only had the paper lantern in his hand at this moment, emitting a faint light.

And this light seemed to be able to slightly dispel the fog. The fat man kept a very alert step by step. He suddenly noticed a pair of legs standing by the bridge not far away.

"Selling umbrellas--"

"Selling umbrellas--"

The fat man shuddered suddenly. This was the first human voice he heard in this world, but this voice was surprisingly cold. Listening carefully, the volume and sound of each voice were exactly the same, as if it was not a person, but a cold machine.

As the fog gradually dissipated, a woman appeared in front of the fat man. The woman was dressed in red and wet all over. Her wet long hair hung down, covering most of her face.

If he encountered such a situation in reality, the fat man would turn around and run, but he couldn't do it now. He remembered the advice of Tang Qisheng and others when he came here. He was a dead man in this world and must not reveal his identity.

Another thing is that the woman seemed to be at the edge of the bridge, but the fat man felt that he could not get around the woman at all, so he had to bite the bullet and approach.

And the woman was still shouting, one after another. There was a bamboo basket next to the woman. The bamboo basket was very deep. The fat man noticed that there were many umbrellas in it after he approached.

It was a very old oil-paper umbrella, which the fat man had only seen in old movies.

"It's damp on the bridge, buy an umbrella for self-defense." The woman said in a mechanical voice.

The fat man suppressed his inner fear and tried to look confident. He first praised the woman's dexterity. These oil-paper umbrellas were exquisitely made and beautiful. Secondly, he tactfully expressed that although he liked them, he had no money, so... he had to wait until next time.

"If you like, take one." The woman said again, and her voice gradually became impatient.

The fat man understood it now, and he had to take it, so he simply made up his mind and took an umbrella from it. The umbrella was very heavy, and he didn't know what material it was made of. The umbrella surface was black, and when he touched it with his hand, there was a sticky texture, as if it was coated with a thick layer of grease.

After thanking the woman, the fat man hurried away, but just after he took a few steps, a woman's voice came from the mist behind him, "I'm selling an umbrella, I'm selling an unfaithful umbrella, poor girl, I've wasted my life on a scholar, an unfaithful umbrella, I'll call my soul back in the next life~~"

The voice became more miserable, and with this ethereal song, the fat man was shocked to find that the umbrella in his hand was different, and at the same time, it began to rain.

The rain soaked his clothes instantly when it hit him, and the rain was so cold that it seemed to pour directly into his heart. The fat man suddenly felt an indescribable sadness, as if he was abandoned by the unfaithful person.

He gradually slowed down his pace, and had the idea of ​​falling off the bridge and committing suicide in the river several times, but he suppressed it all. He wanted to open the umbrella to protect himself from the rain, but there was obviously something wrong with the rain.

But when he picked up the umbrella again, the scene in front of him scared him so much that he almost had a cardiac arrest. The black grease on the umbrella was gradually washed away by the rain, revealing the real umbrella.

The color and touch are clearly human skin!

This is a human skin umbrella!

But it's far more than that. The umbrella is tied with long woman's hair, like a button, and tied into a knot. But now several fingers are squeezed out from under the closed umbrella. The fingers are covered with scars left by kitchen knife chops, which is shocking to look at. The thick joints of the fingers are obviously men's.

Unfaithful umbrella...

Combined with the lines sung by the woman, a bold guess suddenly emerged in the fat man's mind. That is, this woman was abandoned by the scholar, and then she threw herself into the river in anger. After turning into a fierce ghost, she found this unfaithful man. Not only did she kill the man with the most cruel means, but she also carefully arranged his body, peeled off his skin and bones, and made an umbrella of the man she once loved, a heartless umbrella, and then took it to the bridge to sell.

Women are so terrible when they are cruel. You can offend anyone but not women!

The fat man held the umbrella tightly to prevent the heartless soul hidden in it from crawling out. At the same time, he accelerated and rushed to the bridge. In his understanding, as long as his speed was fast enough, he could complete the task before the soul completely crawled out.

But unfortunately, soon, the scene in front of him completely disrupted his fantasy. Another roadblock appeared in front of him. This time it was a child with a lame leg. The child was about 5 or 6 years old. He looked good and was a boy, but the smile on his face gave people a feeling of extreme hypocrisy, as if he had torn off a fake face and pasted it on his own face.

"It's raining, I'm so cold, big brother, can you take me home, please, hehe." The boy looked at the fat man with a pair of innocent eyes, holding the fat man's collar with his hands, but the cunning in his eyes betrayed him.

"Don't be afraid, kid, it's raining, uncle will lend you an umbrella." The fat man stroked the child's head, and then couldn't wait to put the unfaithful umbrella into the boy's hands.