Chapter 247 You owe me money
"Lock... lockeye? What lockeye... there's... nothing to lockeye." Fu Yushen stuttered as he looked at the ghost who was still standing so close. "I didn't even look at him... I mean, there was nothing to look at anyway, so how on earth could I look into his eyes?"
Song Yan sighed. "It doesn't matter whether you see them or not." She tilted her head and looked at Fu Yushen, smiling sinisterly. "If you look at their faces, it means you have already looked them in the eye. There is nothing I can do about it."
Fu Yushen felt like crying and looked at the ghost. When Song Yan said this, he felt that the ghost was really looking at him. "So...what will happen when you look into their eyes?"
"They will stick to you." Song Yan shook off Fu Yushen's hand. "Ghosts are solitary creatures. To them, when humans look at them, it means they accept their existence. Now when you look at his face, you are looking into his eyes, even though..." She smiled. "They are not there."
Thunder struck Fu Yushen, and he froze, staring at Song Yan, hoping that she was lying, but when he saw the smile flashing in her eyes, he immediately knew that she was telling the truth. Otherwise, she wouldn't be so happy - he was very familiar with this smile, after all, when he bullied Song Yan, he also looked at her with the same expression.
"You know... you know, don't you?" Fu Yushen asked, thinking about what had just happened. Although she had misunderstood her, she had encouraged him to catch the 'adulterer', which was why he ended up in such an embarrassing situation. He straightened up and stared at Song Yan with a look of shock and reproach on his face. "You know that this man is a... ghost, and if I look him in the eye, he will start to bother me, right?"
"It seems you are not as stupid as I thought." Song Yan looked down at him. "You are right, I know he is a ghost, but you stupidly walked towards a person standing on the sidewalk in the middle of the night. Didn't your parents tell you not to approach anyone? When you saw them standing alone?"
"I...I..." Fu Yushen couldn't say anything, just muttered "I", Song Yan's mouth curled up. "You are in this situation now because of your own fault, there is nothing I can do."
For the first time in his life, Fu Yushen felt like he had picked up a rock and shot himself in the foot. She was right. It was he who approached the ghost. If he had not doubted Song Yan and let things take their course, he would not have fallen into such a predicament. Now, he encountered another ghost, just as he needed to.
"E... eyes... give me back my eyes..." A hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the open space, and then Fu Yushen saw something even more terrifying happening. The ghost standing behind him stretched out his hands and held him. His face. Fu Yushen felt the ghost's hands on his face, and his whole body was cold. This feeling was not a pleasant one. It was as if someone had put a cold hook on his face and dragged it on his skin. "My eyes... my eyes... eyes..."
The hoarse voice almost deafened Fu Yushen. It was so loud and harsh that his ears almost bled. "S... Stop... St... Stop..."
The man did not stop, nor did he listen to what Fu Yushen said. He ignored his struggles and dug his thumbs into his eye sockets, as if he really wanted to dig his eyes out.
"My...my eyes...eyes..."
Fu Yushen thought he was going to die, the pain was unbearable. He thought to himself that this was his end, and just as he was about to lose his life, he felt the claws on his face loosen, followed by a loud "bang". He suddenly opened his eyes and the first thing he did was to check his face to see if it was dead. Regardless of whether his eyes were tied tightly in their sockets, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that they were tied in their sockets, and then looked up at the ghost who was digging his eyes out, but what he saw made his legs weak at the knees.
In front of him was Song Yan holding a six-foot-long sickle, and in front of him was a ghost who wanted to dig out his eyes.
"I'm good to you, so you should run away." Song Yan carefully stroked the blade of the sickle with his fingers. "But you have to take my silence as my weakness, right?" Her smile widened, and then she tilted her head. "I'll let you know that this is underestimating me." As she said that, she shook her wrist and swung the sickle - the eyeless ghost was cut off from the waist up, and Fu Yushen watched the man who had been standing upright all the time turned into ashes as soon as Song Yan's sickle touched him. He.
Song Yan looked down at the ashes on the ground and snorted. "When I perform well, people just don't appreciate it."
She shook the sickle and summoned it back. The sickle rolled twice in the air, turned into a ring, and fell back into Song Yan's hand. She put it back on her finger, turned around and looked at Fu Yushen on the side of the road, and said, "You owe me half a million, you must pay it back."