[A Chinese Ghost Story] Grandma is hard to be

It is raining too much now, and Ning Caichen plans to wait until the wind and rain subside before going back home. This is a good time for me to simulate the scene of "Grandma vs. Yan Chixia".

A cool breeze blew up in the mountains, and it rained sporadically, blurring the sight in front of the eyes.

In the forest, the green branches are swaying, and the leaves are wet by the rain, washing away the dust, revealing a deep dark green color.

Holding an old oiled-paper umbrella, I bounced around in the woods, repeatedly measuring the venues and props that I will use in the battle with Yan Chixia tomorrow night, trying to be exact.

Cub acts as my assistant to rehearse for me.

The rain made the soil in the forest soft and slippery. I stumbled and repeated the stupid behavior of falling and getting up, climbing and falling.

Under my despotic power, the little wolf has been digging a hole in obscurity these days, so concealed that it can lead all the way to the underground cave of Lanruo Temple.

"Little wolf, when the time comes, you will be blah blah blah... and then I will be blah blah blah, you know? Okay, let's try again."

Originally, I should have asked the old demon to practice this kind of difficult and high-level technical movements.

But he left back to Montenegro in the morning, and he hasn't come back yet.

But the little wolf remained motionless, fixedly staring in one direction, the whole wolf body was in a stage of suppressed excitement, ready to go and fight desperately.

This scenario only happens when you meet a person.

I turned around in surprise, and saw the old monster who came back at some point, holding a plain white paper umbrella, dressed in black, standing far away in the misty place, looking at us nonchalantly.

But it seemed that there was a warning note on his forehead, "Keep away from strangers!", and his whole person looked a little fierce.

I dare not touch a tiger's butt.

The low pressure is heavy.

Finally, the little wolf launched a "meeting attack" on the old demon like in ordinary days.

The old demon's skills were ghostly, and he didn't deliberately let the little wolf in like before. The paper umbrella was retracted and stretched, and the little wolf had already been beaten to the ground and vomited blood.

My tense nerves broke with a "clang".

"You're crazy!" I immediately rushed over, hugged the little wolf, wiped the blood that kept spilling from the corner of its mouth, and gave the old demon a calm and indifferent look.

"If it really wants to kill me, it can only improve at this level every day. If it is given ten thousand years, it will not be able to kill me for revenge." The old demon narrowed his eyes, walked over slowly, and said without emotion.

"Yes..." The little wolf, who choked out a mouthful of dark red blood, gasped loudly, stared at the old demon, and spoke to me for the second time.

The old demon leaned over and handed me a elixir, "This is the heart-protecting elixir. I just started a little harder, so you can feed it."

I took the elixir from his hand, stuffed it into the mouth of the little wolf who was powerless to resist, and glanced at this old monster who had become a little strange.

"Something happened on Montenegro, I'm not in a good mood." She smiled without a smile.

"what happened?"

"My wives are either missing or left... In short, there is a mess on the Black Mountain now." I didn't let go of the cunning flash in the old demon's flickering eyes.

"I didn't expect you to have a jealous wife. I can't see you doting on so many people."

The old demon was noncommittal upon hearing this.

The little wolf fell into a drowsy sleep.

Through the secret tunnel it dug so hard, I sent it back to the cave to rest.

And after the little wolf was injured, the demon king finally decided to play the role of his "ally" to accompany me to rehearse.

I handed him the branch representing the "sword", then ran back to my prepared position and stood there, waiting for him to stab me with a "sword".

The old demon frowned, raised the corners of his mouth in an amused manner, dropped the branch, closed the umbrella, and pointed at me with the tip of the umbrella.

The cold rain fell gently on his body.

Well, you are so pale, and you don't hold an umbrella, what if you catch a cold?The drizzle should not be too much of a hindrance, and my mind ran away unconsciously.

The old demon shook his sleeves, the cold light danced, and stabbed with a sword coldly.

I just felt a chill coming through my bones, it was no longer a paper umbrella, but really turned into an extremely sharp long sword!

"Ah! Murder!"

Blood flowed from my whole body, and the long sword was about to penetrate my chest!Facing the sudden change, I actually lost my mind and had no time to dodge. I lost the umbrella in my hand and felt like running away, but it was too late.

A sword ruthlessly slashed across, and cut a small bloody gash on my left shoulder. This also instantly interrupted my joking attitude before, and I turned over and fled in a hurry.

"If Yan Chixia stabs me with a sword like I did just now, you will really die." The old demon's voice was low and hoarse, his expression froze, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and Yan Chixia possessed him instantly, breaking through the air A sword is about to stab again!

"..." I looked at the serious frown of the old demon, and thought something was wrong in my heart!The old monster is really coming for real!The whole person is very powerless and helpless, this is the ending I am looking for, isn't it?

Fortunately, the old demon is very skilled, and his strikes are very measured. Every move seems to hit my vitals, and a deflection can barely let me avoid it.

Just when I let go of my mind and was about to use the ultimate move "Tao Dai Li Zong", Haobai flipped his wrist with lightning and flint, and the tip of the sword pierced my heart. !

I didn't come back to my senses until blood seeped into my clothes. I was stabbed again. As expected, my movements were still a bit slow. It was all because the old monster had nothing to do with teaching Yan Chixia such a fierce and sure-kill move. !

Jian Guang disappeared, the snow-white paper umbrella fell into the mud, and a cold embrace embraced me.

The clothes on him and me have been drenched by rain, wet and cold.

Although the wound is not deep, my heart hurts very much, sir, don't hug me!

"Xiao He, I'm sorry..."

The old monster is never wrong, let alone apologize.

The mist and rain in the mountains are intertwined like yarn, like the gods sweeping the nine-day screen.

The rain wetted the hair on his forehead, and a drop of water flowed down and fell on his thin and pale cheeks, like a tear.

I sighed.

The nine-turn life bead patched on my heart exudes light yellow light, sucking all the blood from my wound into the bead...

The old demon looked relaxed, let go of me in extreme surprise, put one hand on my wrist hastily, a wisp of black air penetrated into my body in the blink of an eye from the fingertips.

"The Nine-turn Fate Bead has always been in your heart..." He seemed to have difficulty controlling the smile on his lips, and there was an unconcealable frightening light in his eyes, as if a lost traveler in the desert found an oasis in despair. There seems to be no shadow of prey.

I was a little panicked, I retracted my hand, closed my eyes and bit my lips without saying a word.

I can't understand the unfathomable eyes after the rain.

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The torrential rain, which had already stopped, was now splintering again.

Ning Caichen, who was hurt by Xiaoqian's unfeeling words, didn't hold up an umbrella, and walked indifferently on the streets of Guobei Town with his small book basket on his back.

There were not many pedestrians on the road, and I followed Ning Caichen far behind.

Unexpectedly, in this kind of weather, the little boss who sold the painting "Beauty Dressing" was actually setting up a stall. Seeing that Ning Caichen, who had collected the bill and had a lot of money, hurriedly chased after him, holding an umbrella for Ning Caichen like a dog, Chatting about recommending new paintings on the booth.

"My lord! The picture of a beautiful woman washing her hair that you saw last time can no longer be found, why don't you buy another picture!"

Ning Caichen, who was in a sad mood, replied sullenly: "I have already seen the person in the painting, she is so ruthless!"

The little painting seller was taken aback, and flatteringly said: "She has been dead for several years, you should forget about her! It's raining harder and harder, why don't you go to my shop to take shelter from the rain?"

Ning Caichen was even more unhappy when he heard that the painting seller cursed Xiaoqian to death, and warned: "Don't come near me, I'm going to die, and if you come near me, you'll get wet by the rain."

On the avenue suddenly came a few policemen on horseback carrying knives, flicking their whips all the way, driving without distinction, "The imperial court expedites the documents, and those who block the way will die!"

A whip hit the little boss's oil-paper umbrella, scaring the little boss to pee on his buttocks, and he ran around scrambling and running.In the midst of pushing and running, the embarrassed Ning Caichen was pushed to the side of the bulletin board.

The rain slapped the reward portrait on the bulletin board, and Ning Caichen happened to see the portrait of Yan Chixia with "Liu Yidao" written on it.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I silently put a checkmark behind "Liu Yidao" in the small book.

"Liu Yidao, it turns out that the bearded man is not called Yan Chixia, but a murderer!" Ning Caichen, who came to his senses, was shocked, "Isn't Xiaoqian very dangerous?"

Ning Caichen was anxious, rushed into the rain, and hurried back to Lanruo Temple to report to Xiaoqian.

"Why does this Liu Yidao look so much like the two swords that ran into the county government with a murderous look today?" The little boss who sells paintings rushed over to pick up a few copper coins that Ning Caichen accidentally dropped, and touched them. The minibus said to himself, "Hee hee, but who is so stupid to go to the Yamen and throw himself into the trap? Cut!"

I was startled when I heard the words, grabbed his skirt, and hurriedly asked: "Are the two swords you mentioned a mahogany sword and a black sword? Is the one holding the sword a beard and wearing a suit?" The man in black?"

The little boss selling paintings nodded suspiciously.

I looked at the back of Ning Caichen leaving in a hurry, and looked back at the direction of the dark Guobei county government. I gritted my teeth, stomped my feet and turned around. With agility, I quickly swept towards the direction of the county government.

The sky was dark, and the courtroom was even more gloomy, with the dark "Integrity and Integrity" plaque hanging above it, the county office was deserted inside and out, there was no one person, and there were not even half a ghost.

I slipped into the private house behind the county magistrate, and a gust of cool drafts blew by, making me shiver and goosebumps all over my body.The cold rain slanted into the corridor, wet the smooth slate floor, and there was a hint of darkness and decay in the damp air.

The doors of the several wing rooms in the backyard are all closed, only the door of the study room facing the entrance is wide open, as if waiting for someone specially.

I stood quietly in the corridor, a little dazed, reluctant to step in, just a few seconds was longer than a century.

Youyou sighed from inside, with a low and gentle man's voice: "Xiaohe, since you're here, you must have already thought about it, why hesitate?"

I was a little dazed, my heart tightened for a while, and the rain wet my shoulders.

I remembered the first time I heard him speak, he said: "Who are you? Why don't you answer my question?" I remembered those clear eyes, as clean as a bay of Dianchi water.

I lifted my foot across the threshold and walked into the study.

There was a man sitting behind the desk in the room. He had jet-black hair and was dressed in dark clouds and black clothes. His whole body was full of evil spirits.A cool breeze blew in through the open window, turning the old yellow and blue books on the table.

On the floor of the house, there were many people lying here and there. No, it would be more accurate to call it a dead body.

My eyes calmly swept around the pile of dead bodies, but there was no Yan Chixia in it.

Finally, my eyes met the malevolent man in front of me. He was surly and cold, and his black pupils were filled with a dark abyss. Gentleness is the cruelty of a gentle person.

"Be safe, old shadow."

The author has something to say: Well, it is indeed an old movie.

A few little angels complained about Laoying's injustice and said that the roles of stepmother and me were unfairly allocated.

Nonono, Laoying has always surrounded them with invisible people. At that time, Lanruo Temple did not only have Ning Caichen, Yan Chixia, wolf, ghost, and two demons, but also him.

Maybe sometimes, the old monster they see is not an old monster, but an old shadow appearing under the name of an old monster.

In the next chapter, the truth comes out!

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