Originally, Chen Tuwa was afraid that the female ghost with the ability to pass through walls would still come to trouble him even if the body was buried, but after a few days of fear, he found that the other party had really disappeared.
The only problem is how to explain to parents.
Although telling the truth is also a way, but honestly, he doesn't think anyone will believe him.
So he just lied and said that he accidentally dropped the sword into the river to wash off the dirt on it and disappeared.
There is a big river not far from Chen Tuwa's house, which is the basis for his lies, and he is not afraid that anyone will try to fish for it - a chemical plant was built in the upper reaches of the river seven or eight years ago, making the river colorful now , there is nothing but water hyacinth, even the crayfish that can survive in the cesspit are all dead, and only those who can't think about it will go into the river.
In this regard, his parents have nothing to say other than expressing regret.
Originally, if it had been going on like this, his life would soon be back on track, and the story about the female ghost in the sword would at best be a story to tell his children and grandchildren when he was old.
But the weather was unpredictable. When he was loosening the soil that day, some villagers asked him to go home. As soon as he got home, Tu Wa felt that the atmosphere in the house was not right.
My mother kept wiping her tears away, and my younger brother, who usually lives in school, also came back, looking worried.
"What's the matter, Mom?" So he put down the hoe and asked hastily.
"Something happened to your father!"
What happened was very simple, that is, Chen Tuwa's father was driving a battery tricycle to the street to buy things, but he was hit by a car halfway.
This is not the point, the point is that the owner of the car hit and ran away...
There were no witnesses, no monitoring, and no license plate number, so Chen Tuwa's father had to pay for his father's medical expenses.
But his father was the main labor force of the family. After he fell down, the family lost its backbone. It is said that the injury was not serious and needed surgery.
His brother hesitated for a while, and finally pulled Tuwa to a corner, telling him that he didn't plan to continue studying, and wanted to drop out of school like Chen Tuwa to work and earn money.
Chen Tuwa became anxious when she heard this.
The smart and sensible younger brother has always been the hope of the old Chen family. Tuwa dropped out of school so that the younger brother with excellent grades can continue to study.
But that being said, it's not a big deal to leave Dad in the hospital, and it's almost impossible to raise such a large sum of money in a short period of time.
Wait a moment…
It seems that it is not impossible.
So Chen Tuwa took advantage of the dead of night and finally dug out the sword he had buried.
"You mortal who kills thousands of knives, since you dare to treat me like this!"
As soon as the sword was unearthed, the female ghost jumped out and grinned at him.
But then, the other party seemed to understand something, folded his arms around his chest, and showed a wicked smile like a little fox.
"Hey, don't you have to rely on me to help you through this predicament now? Brat I told you, as long as you listen to me..."
However, Chen Tuwa didn't seem to notice the other party's words at all. She just replaced the rag and straw rope on the sword with canvas and nylon rope, and then took the bus for two hours to the city.
Nanchu is a relatively large city in this area, so there are naturally some shops in it that cannot be found in small counties—for example, antique shops and the like.
"Boss, how much can this be sold for?"
"Oh! How dare you sell me for money!"
The female ghost was threatening, but Chen Tuwa, who knew she couldn't influence the reality, ignored her.
"Five hundred yuan."
The owner of the antique shop said without hesitation after studying it.
"What! It's only 500 yuan!" Knowing about the purchasing power of money in this era, the female ghost became even more dissatisfied, and protested to the shopkeeper, but unfortunately the other party couldn't see her at all.
"Is this too little?" Chen Tuwa hesitated: "Anyway, it's an antique..."
It's not that he has any research on antiques and thinks this price is unreasonable, it's purely because this price is too far from the money to give old man Chen a knife.
"Antique? Young man, it's okay for you to deceive ordinary people with this thing. Don't be ashamed of us here. Do you know if the pattern is broken? Whose antiques will look like this?" The shopkeeper sneered: "I'm willing to sell Five hundred is because the style is quite interesting."
After finishing speaking, he seemed not satisfied, and continued to teach: "Let me tell you, if you want to make a fake, don't choose this kind of thing to make. I think its style is similar to the bronze sword of the Warring States period. If you really No store dares to accept this type of counterfeit so that it looks like the real thing, and it is a national treasure-level cultural relic that is on the same level as the Yue King Goujian Sword, and you will be shot if you take it indiscriminately!"
After hesitating for a long time, Chen Tuwa still didn't sell it.
Anyway, it's five hundred, so I might as well hand it over to the country.
"I said you are a female ghost after all, and you actually stay in such a worthless thing..." After visiting several antique shops and getting similar replies, Chen Tuwa finally gave up.
"What do you mean it's worthless! Let me tell you, this sword is the real body, okay! Have you heard of the Tianzi Sword!"
The female ghost jumped up and down to complain about the sword she was boarding: "Has Xiang Yu heard of it? Has Han Xin heard of it? I chatted and laughed with them! It's just that group of idiots who don't know what to do!"
"I remember that those two guys seemed to have died miserably."
Tuwa, who had never studied history systematically, recalled the two names in her impression. As a result, apart from Wujiang being besieged on all sides, it was the disaster of the bell chamber. Immediately, her impression of the sword and the female ghost in the sword was downgraded again.
"Goo... This irrefutable sense of humiliation..." The female ghost clutched her chest, floating in mid-air, making movements similar to OTZ.
Regardless of the female ghost's self-entertainment, Chen Tuwa could only continue to think of new methods after finding out that her method was ineffective.
If ordinary people can also see female ghosts, it would be a good choice to open an exhibition and collect tickets, but unfortunately only you can see it now.
Thinking of this, Tu Wa glanced at the female ghost.
"You are really useless..."
"Why did such a sentence come out without beginning or end?! I have no hatred or resentment with you!"
The female ghost who was shot innocently asked a little frantically.
But Chen Tuwa ignored it again.
"Ah, you bastard! In short, as long as you make money for you, it's fine! Look at me!"
The distraught female ghost quickly disappeared from Chen Tuwa's sight.
At first, Chen Tuwa was afraid that she would do something illegal, but when she thought that that guy couldn't affect the reality, she immediately felt relieved.
Sure enough, waste wood also has the benefits of waste wood...