Bend that ghost

The afternoon sun was pouring down, and the blue sky was full of clouds.Two little sparrows were parked on the suspended wire, spreading their wings and chirping.

"Hey, have you heard that Maoshan died again?"

The other little sparrow, which was combing its feathers, stopped and said, "It's been spread all over the past two days. Didn't it say that the one who died was Chuyan? It is said that it has something to do with Yinshan Mountain! Oh, it's too miserable."

"I heard the flower demon said that he saw the head teacher of Yinshan and the two quasi-sect masters of Maoshan together, so he couldn't be the one who killed Yinshan."

"It's hard to tell, there are too many versions."

The two little sparrow demons kept chattering, but chatting.

Even the entire psychic world is talking about this matter. Chuyan's status in Maoshan is not low, even second only to Zhengyang. Although his death has been blocked by the psychic police, he still cannot hide it. Can live.

Lu Li and Wen Zhijiang, who were now treated as after-dinner chats by the psychic world, were sitting in a brightly lit coffee shop. Behind them stood the Taoist priest Maoshan in Taoist robes. The four of them were in perfect harmony.

Gu Yun touched the blue-gray cloth bag on his shoulders, and said impatiently, "Who are you dating? We've been waiting for a long time."

"Be patient, be patient." Lu Li stirred the coffee slowly, without making any noise, and said very calmly, "Why are you two in such a hurry? Learn from our teacher's demeanor, ah, learn."

The introverted Wen Zhijiang flipped through the ancient books with his eyes down, rubbed his forehead with a slight headache, and squinted at him: "Why didn't Qiao Mu come?"

"Ah—" Lu Li withdrew his hand, crossed his hands against the edge of the table, and said casually, "Qiao Mu went to the library to check the Ghost King's Gate. He said that since it existed, he would definitely find some clues. He is idle and he is idle. Check it out." Check it out."

Wen Zhijiang nodded, reading these ancient books made his brain ache. Classical Chinese had already been returned to the middle and high school teachers, and now reading these ancient books is as hard as heaven.

Thinking about Qiao Mu's research on these all day long, he really admired him from the bottom of his heart.

"Hey, hey." Gu Yun lowered his voice, "Is that the one we're waiting for who is walking towards us?"

Several people followed the prestige, and a slim woman in a purple fur vest walked in with a bag on her shoulders. She had pear blossom curly hair and exquisite makeup, and her high heels made a crisp clicking sound when they hit the ground.

"Hey, college students nowadays are really..." Lu Li was almost silent after speaking, and stood up with a half-smile and said hello: "Miss Zhang, right? I'm Lu Li, first time meeting, hello."

"Zhang Qing, hello Mr. Lu." After shaking hands with Lu Li politely, she quickly withdrew her hand as if touching something dirty, and even frowned slightly. Although it was only for a moment, it was indeed disgusting.

Lu Li's smile softened a bit. If he read correctly, he was rejected just now, right? ?If it weren't for basic politeness, he wouldn't want to touch this woman.

Wen Zhijiang put together the ancient books and handed them to Gu Qing behind him, then nodded to Zhang Qing: "Wen Zhijiang."

Zhang Qing sat down and put her bag aside, but covered her body tightly, she didn’t even take off her scarf. Although it’s not too much to dress up this season, but the temperature in the coffee shop is not low when the air conditioner is turned on, she still hides her body. Only the hands and face are exposed up and down.

"This smell..." Wen Zhijiang glanced at her, paused, turned to look at Lu Li, and then said softly, "Looks like a ghost?"

"It's a little bit." Lu Li nodded and smacked his lips: "But I didn't follow, I guess I hid out, girl, tell me, what's going on, what do we need to do?"

"Wait a minute." Gu Yun suddenly said, scratching his head, and asked with some embarrassment: "Well, two seniors, how do you distinguish... the new dead ghost from the fierce ghost?"

"Experience." Lu Li paused, looking at Zhang Qing whose eyes were covered in bloodshot eyes, with a smile on his brows: "I'm sorry, the younger generation will come out to practice and learn."

"...It's okay." Zhang Qing pulled the corners of her lips stiffly. Although she put on makeup to cover up her complexion, she couldn't hide her tired look, as if she was very tired, and smiled reluctantly: "Mr. Not urgent."

"That's good, that's good." Lu Li said that it's useless for you to be anxious, anyway, you should wait a little longer after we waited for so long, so he turned around naturally, bent his elbows on the back of the chair, and lo and behold Then the two little Taoists explained: "The ghost's anger depends on feeling. Ghosts are spirit bodies. You may not be able to see anything just by looking. The breath and feeling can't be wrong. There is vitality in a living soul, and death in a ghost. The new dead ghosts have a weaker ghost aura, while the fierce ghosts have a hostile aura, and the evil ghosts have a bloody aura, understand?"

"But...there's no difference." Gu Yun showed a constipated expression on his face, full of confusion, "At most, it's the difference in strength and weakness."

"That's why I'm inexperienced, boy. You can tell the difference after you've seen a lot of ghosts." Lu Li turned around and gestured to Zhang Qing, like a gentleman, "Okay, miss, now please Tell me, what happened?"

"I..." Probably because of the heat, Zhang Qing gently pulled the scarf around her neck, accidentally revealing the purple-red mark on her snow-white neck, and then hurriedly covered it, with a complicated and terrified expression: "I feel, I was haunted by a ghost..."

"Then your feeling is not wrong." Lu Li said frankly, his eyes flashed slightly, of course he knew what the marks on Zhang Qing's neck were, because he especially liked to leave marks on his young master's neck, it's a pity that Wen Zhijiang was a soul body, the hickeys faded quickly every time, and then spread his hands: "Just tell me, why are you pestering you?"

Being able to gnaw my neck like that, it's no wonder I can't open my tired eyes today.

Gu Qing, who was standing behind Wen Zhijiang, was slightly puzzled, why did Senior Wen's ears turn red?

Zhang Qing closed her eyes, took a deep breath, her voice was trembling: "I...my body is beyond my control..."

Wen Zhijiang held the cup and took a sip of the milky and bitter coffee. Ripples appeared in his calm eyes, and he returned to calm. He put the coffee cup back and said in a flat voice: "The ghost has resentment in his heart, but he won't take it easy. The human body, after all, harms the spirit body, did you do something to offend him?"

"No, no, it's impossible." Zhang Qing shook her head again and again, and said forcefully, "Although I didn't believe in ghosts and gods before, I never committed any disrespect in this regard. As for being victimized by me, it would be even more ridiculous. How could a college student provoke such a thing?"

It is said that diseases are taboo and doctors are avoided, but patients deliberately conceal their illnesses when they come to see a doctor. Wen Zhijiang has seen many patients of this type.

"Then talk about it in detail." Lu Li leaned back with his arms around his shoulders, waiting for the next sentence, and then emphasized again with a half-smile: "There are no details, Ms. Zhang, you'd better not miss anything, otherwise... We can't help you either."

"...Okay." Zhang Qing gently tugged on the scarf, as if very uncomfortable.