Its willow branches are made of a few thin hair-like threads twisted together, and the willow leaves are made of thin threads stuck together. On the tightly glued willow leaves, you can still clearly see the veins of the willow leaves.

Threads. The willow tree poles below are tied together with many, many filaments.

Zhong Kui was fascinated by what he saw. He tried to touch the willow branch with his hands. It felt soft, like touching the hair of a young girl. A strange feeling arose in his heart. He continued to touch the willow leaves with his fingers, and a willow leaf faintly

Trembling. Suddenly, a little bit of pain from an ant's pinch hit him. He looked closely at a drop of blood emerging from his fingertips.

Zhong Kui let go of his hand and the bonsai rolled to the ground.

He didn't know why his finger got pricked, and he didn't have time to pick up the bonsai. He rubbed his hands, and then he remembered to pick up the bonsai that fell on the ground.

"Brother, were you stabbed?"

"What do you have on top of this?" Looking at the bonsai that Vanilla picked up, Zhong Kui then looked at his finger with blood beads on it.

"Did you touch the willow leaves?"

"Really? Willow leaves can sting people too?"

Vanilla giggled, "It wasn't the willow leaves that pricked you, it was the needles on the willow leaves that pricked you."

"Needle?"

"Look, here..."

Sure enough, after playing with the vanilla, there was a needle hidden in the fine filaments, and the flaw could not be seen with the naked eye.

"This small handicraft is very exquisite and the workmanship is exquisite."

"That's right, brother, do you know how much this bonsai is worth?"

"How many?"

"300 yuan."

"So much? Three months' salary for an iron rice bowl worker?"

"Yeah!" Vanilla nodded seriously.

"Where did you get the money to buy this thing?"

"I didn't buy it, it was given to me by an aunt who asked me to tell fortunes."

Zhong Kui frowned and took the bonsai from Vanilla's hand again, looking up and down carefully. "Do you think there is anything wrong with the filaments in this bonsai?"

"I don't think so! It's just a very soft chemical fiber filament."

"But why does it feel like human hair when I touch it?"

As he spoke, his eyes fell on Vanilla's lackluster hair. After expressing his doubts, Zhong Kui suddenly shuddered. He thought to himself: If the real bonsai is made of human hair, then it

The raw materials are also coming from unusual sources.

Zhong Kui placed the bonsai on the counter, held up his chin and looked at the bonsai with a critical eye. He clearly remembered touching the texture of the willow branches. The texture was delicate and real, completely like human hair.

Vanilla couldn't help but feel happy when she saw the other person's focused look. She knew that Brother Zhong Kui was rough but fine, and he would definitely like these delicate things. The willow tree was an unforgettable memory of the two of them when they were children. As time passed,

In the memory that has not faded, there is always a feeling for the willow tree.

"Brother, what are you thinking about? Don't think of good things as bad things." How could Vanilla believe that this was a bonsai made of hair? She thought it was because Zhong Kui was exposed to weird things on weekdays and had been exposed to them too much that he could see something.

All with a sense of weirdness.

"No, it was just that my hands touched the soft and delicate feeling that made me think of going up to this level." He withdrew his gaze and looked at the vanilla thoughtfully. The questions in his heart were stubbornly stored in his mind, and he pretended to be a fake one.

He looked like he was fine, but he was even more confused.

Xiao Ming is going home and takes his eldest sister back to help with the spring plowing. After spring, there is more farm work at home, including weeding, soil plowing, and sowing. Moreover, another younger brother has to go to school, and he has to stay at home.

It will take some time to come out.

As expected, Zhong Kui was both coarse and fine. When he returned to the county town, he bought some rare foods that could not be seen in the county town and rural areas, and asked Xiao Ming to take them home to honor his mother.

After Xiao Ming and his eldest sister left the county town, dusk came in an instant.

As usual, Vanilla was going back to the courtyard house, and Zhong Kui was stationed at the shop.

The journey was tiring and dusty, and there was nothing to do right now. I had to recharge my batteries and go visit the bonsai making workshop tomorrow. When the clock struck, the hands pointed to nine o'clock exactly.

Lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, I kept thinking about the feeling of my fingers touching willow branches.

After finally closing his eyes in a daze, when he was meeting with Duke Zhou, a sound of crying came from nowhere and entered his eardrums.

Subconsciously, he turned over, sat up, and got out of bed, as if everything was foreshadowed. Without turning on the lights, he could clearly see the situation in the room, and the crying sound seemed to come from the counter.

As I walked, I wondered who was crying at the door of the counter.

A dark shadow was crying beside the counter. It was heartbreaking and debilitating.

"Are you so brave that you came to my place to cause trouble?" Zhong Kui shouted, and the frightened and crying ghost disappeared instantly.

The ghost shadow disappeared, but there was still a trace of ghost energy in the air that had not dissipated.

He twitched his nose and sniffed the source of the ghostly aura. His eyes focused on the bonsai, and the willow leaves were trembling, as if he was afraid of something.

It was the cold wind that made the leaves tremble. Zhong Kui had smelled the bonsai in broad daylight and found no strange smell. The ghost that appeared in the shop in the middle of the night must be in trouble and needed help, otherwise it wouldn't happen

He barged in and cried.

After listening attentively for a moment, he suddenly shouted to the door: "Come in! If you have any grievances, tell me and I will deal with them impartially."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes flashed, and the crying ghost suddenly appeared in front of him.

The ghost lowered his head, as if he was afraid of Zhong Kui.

"Speak out if you have any grievances. Don't be afraid."

"I want to ask you to save my daughter."

"Your daughter?"

The ghost nodded, never daring to raise his head to face Zhong Kui.

The latter's eyes fell on the ghost figure. The ghost figure stood stiff and stiff, and it was so tight that he could feel a cold feeling. He casually pulled the skirt of his clothes and asked, "Where is your daughter?"

"Hospital."

"County hospital?"

"yes!"

"What's wrong with her?"

"...she..." Guiying hesitated for a moment and hesitated, "I am the one who caused her harm. Please help her."

"What's your daughter's name?"

"Liang Yuzhi."

"Why are you asking me for help?"

"...I have sinned so much that I have dragged her down..."

It seemed that the ghost was deliberately hiding something, but he wanted to call himself to help her. Zhong Kui thought for a few seconds, raised his head and replied vaguely: "Okay, I promise you, you should leave here and go to the underworld to report."

The ghost figure raised his head slightly, as if looking at the counter, then twisted his body and said coldly: "Thank you, I'll leave now."

When the sky was still white, there would be vendors on the streets shouting about business. Some were selling fermented glutinous rice dumplings, and some were selling tea eggs. Zhong Kui, who was awakened by the shouts, felt dizzy. He still remembered what he had done in a daze last night.
Chapter completed!