After listening to the confused ghost's words, the candy in the mouths of the other ghosts were also finished.

　　The coward ghost slurped his fingers and shook his head, "No wonder you're called a confused ghost, you really are confused."

　　Many men tend to think that they work hard outside and support the family as the pillar, and already bear enough responsibilities.

　　Men often think that the things women do at home are trivial, and they can either brush them off or avoid them. They believe that by not facing these issues, there won't be any problems.

　　Little things like trivial matters can accumulate and become irreparable big problems.

　　The coward ghost commented, " In the end, your tragedy was caused by yourself. Frankly speaking, your family becoming like this and your wife and mother-in-law becoming like this, are all largely attributed to you. "

　　Choosing not to live separately after marriage is not always due to the lack of ability to afford a house, but often a result of practical constraints.

　　Some people, like the coward ghost, are lazy and tend to avoid problems. They don't care about the bad relationship between their wife and mother. They either don't want to deal with it or feel incapable of managing it.

　　However, if one genuinely wants to resolve the issue, it is unlikely that they cannot manage it.

　　The coward ghost summed up in one sentence, "I deserved."

　　The fickle ghost, "deserved it!"

　　Unlucky ghost, "Yes, you deserve it!"

　　The confused ghost remained silent.

　　It's not that he didn't want to talk about it, but they insisted on him speaking, and then they said such things.

　　He glared, "then you didn't deserve it before?"

　　The fickle ghost gave a cheeky laugh, "Yes, I also deserved it."

　　The coward Ghost, "Shhh..."

　　Susie was asleep at some point.

　　The little arms and legs are stretched out in a star shape, snoring like a little piggy bank.

　　The coward ghost drifted up and looked at her from the edge of the bed, with doting eyes.

　　He wanted to raise his hand to cover her up, but found no way to touch the covers.

　　The fickle ghost sighed, "snoring all the way, should be too tired

　　The little Susie hadn't slept all night.

　　Little sweetheart was too tired!

　　At that moment, the door of the room was gently opened. Mrs. Alana quietly came in to have a look, covered Susie with the blanket and pressed it to make sure no air leaked in.

　　Then she sat and watched her for a while, before gingerly going out.

　　The fickle ghost said, "Mrs. Alana has a tough mouth, but her heart is still soft."

　　The unlucky ghost nodded and whispered, "Let's go, let's go, don't wake her up."

　　Several ghosts cautiously burrowed into Soul Calabash and disappeared.

　　Soul Calabash, the bride ghost eyes looking on. Seeing a few people returned, "where’s my candy?"

　　The fickle ghost sticked out its tongue and said, 'All gone, finished. Do you want me to spit out some Yin energy for you?

　　The bride ghost showed a face of disgust, "Yippee!"

　　The coward ghost looked at the little cute ghost who ran over, touched her little head, said, "The candy was finished, but I saved one for you last time."

　　He obediently took out a lollipop to the little cute ghost, the little cute ghost held the candy and ran away happily.

　　The bride ghost looked at him, "What about me?"

　　The coward ghost smiled, "I don't have any extra, but the unlucky ghost does."

　　The bride ghost immediately ran over, "unlucky brother, no candy for me?"

　　The unlucky ghost, "No no!"

　　He looked at the coward ghost warily.

　　What a person... No, what a ghost!

　　Taking someone else's candy as a favor, that's shameless!

　　The coward ghost asked, "By the way, how was the hypocritical ghost being held inside?"

　　The bride ghost shook his head, "He told me that he knew he was wrong, but I saw that he was just lying to the ghosts and didn't feel he was wrong at all."

　　The philandering ghost smirked and said, 'I was going to check out the mandalas behind me. The Soul Calabash wasn't enough, and the mandalas were malnourished. I needed to find something to water them with...."

　　There is so much malevolence in the hypocritical ghost. It shouldn't hurt to blow some wind and sprinkle a mandala.

　　The unlucky ghost nodded, "I'll go check the bones buried in the back, I had a hard time breeding them. I also need to pour some fatal energy into them. Otherwise, I won't get any good cards in the next poker..."

　　The ghosts walked towards the small dark room.

　　Susie is still young now, and still too kind.

　　As long as don’t make her angry, the caught ghosts would not be extinguished on the spot.

　　But the fickle ghosts and all think, the hypocritical ghosts cannot stay.

　　The real fear is not the wicked, but the hypocrite. This statement is not a joke.

　　**

　　Susie, Wade and Hamza slept the whole afternoon, until dinner to get up hungry.

　　Soon after eating, they went back to sleep.

　　The next day.

　　Mrs. Alana woke up early to prepare breakfast. Although there were servants in the house, she preferred to get up and get busy herself.

　　The weather was getting colder and Mrs. Alana noticed the windy weather after leaving her room and retreated to put on a coat.

　　Craig took off his old cadre style wool coat and draped it over her.

　　The warmth came immediately. Mrs. Alana gathered up her coat and laughed, "You're not cold?"

　　Craig hugged his arms and spoke without thinking, "I just felt too cold... so I change into a down jacket."

　　After saying, he went inside and grabbed a down jacket. He put it on tightly, zipping it up all the way to his neck.

　　Now nodded with satisfaction, "Well, that's right, no cold anymore!"

　　Mrs. Alana's smile froze on her face.

　　What a guy!

　　I bet he was going to change into a warmer jacket, so he gave her this jacket!

　　"Hit~" Mrs. Alana chopped her bare hand on the old man's head, then walked away in a huff.

　　Craig froze in place and rubbed his head.

　　What was wrong from him again?

　　He was kind enough to give her his coat, that was considerate enough.

　　And he still got splatted?

　　The old man rubbed his head and muttered, while moving his arms in a refreshing manner, and went out.

　　When Martin got up, he saw Mrs. Alana huffing and puffing making breakfast, and looked aside at the old man who didn't feel anything and was watching the news.

　　"Did you piss Mom off again?" He asked out of habit.

　　Craig’s glasses frame was hanging on his nose, glancing at the restaurant from under the lenses.

　　"Your mother's menopause is prolonged and she's hitting people at every turn. It's okay, let her do it. She's in a bad mood and she has to let off steam."

　　Martin did not look away, the tone of voice was light, "Well."

　　Craig looked at the news, and suddenly looked up and frowned, "No, I just want to ask, I did not do anything wrong, right? Why do your mother always get mad at me all the time for no apparent reason."

　　Martin secretly said, “sure you really did not say anything wrong?”

　　But he didn't say that, but said lightly, "Do you think I'd understand such a question if you asked me?"

　　Craig, "Yeah… I've been single for forty years. I don't blame you."

　　Martin remained silent.