Open the door and send warmth to the community!

The black shadow slid down the rough trunk, and then lay motionless under the tree.

The direction from which the shadow was thrown was also dead silent, as quiet as a chicken.

With a "click", Director Ao put down the teacup in his hand.

With a swipe, several ghosts in bunts flew out from the direction the black shadows came from, and together with the black shadow lying under the banyan tree, they smashed against the stone table with a crackling sound.

Director Ao tilted his head and asked with a smile, "What's going on?"

Several bunt ghosts knelt up tremblingly, and kowtowed: "This guy is blackmailing Qinghunlu, so let's teach him a lesson..."

The black shadow also got up in disgrace, it was a male ghost in an undershirt.

Bai Miao glanced over.

Hey, he's still an old man.

Feeling director Ao's gaze sweeping towards him, the ghost in sweatshirt almost collapsed on the ground in fright: "My lord, don't kill me! I'm not mad, and I'm not angry, don't kill me..."

Director Ao: "Then what do you want Qinghunlu for?"

"This...I..." The undershirt male ghost was anxious and panicked, but he couldn't speak out.

Director Ao took a sip of the leaves and said with a smile: "If you can't tell, come back to the neighborhood committee with me?"

The male ghost in the undershirt was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground, his whole body trembling as if he were epileptic: "I, I, I... I said, I just want to sell it at a high price to those ghosts who have been seriously eroded by the evil spirit..."

After figuring out the ins and outs, Director Ao waved to them.

The ghosts fled quickly with hands and feet as if they had been pardoned.

Bai Miao:?

Just let it go?

Then, Bai Miao watched helplessly as several bunt ghosts grabbed the male ghost in sweatshirt who was trying to escape at the corner of the street, covered his mouth and quickly dragged him away.

A ghost even kicked a few feet.

Holding the teacup, Bai Miao looked away.

It seems that the law and order in this community is not very good.

When he returned to Xiyanghong Community, seeing Director Ao striding back towards the neighborhood committee, Bai Miao couldn't help asking, "Aren't you going to eat lunch?"

"Lunch?" Director Ao suddenly said, "Yes, human beings have to eat, why don't we go to Laozhu's wonton?"

Bai Miao remained expressionless: "No need, I'll just order a takeaway."

Director Ao waved his hand: "Go ahead, I'll ask Qingqiu to reimburse you for the meal."

Bai Miao went home and ordered a casual takeaway, lay down on the sofa, and quietly recalled the experience of this morning.

Except for those wild boar spirits and banyan tree spirits, Miguye, Qingyaoshan Wuluo Goddess, Dangkang...these are all in line with Shan Hai Jing.

He dug up the ancient books left by the old man again, and searched again on the Internet, but found nothing.

Whether in any ancient books such as Shan Hai Jing, or on the Internet, there is no information corresponding to the name "Shuo Chen".

But Shuo Chen seems to have a very high status, so why is there no record...

Bai Miao rubbed her hair, picked up a paintbrush while digesting food, and drew portraits of Jinwu, Bi Fang and the furry little nine-tailed fox.

After posting the picture on Weibo, he went back to his room and fell asleep.

At two o'clock, the alarm clock on the mobile phone rang "beep beep".

Without opening her eyes, Bai Miao covered the phone with her hand, and turned off the alarm clock with a "snap".

Ten minutes later, "Dididi" sounded again, Bai Miao frowned, and turned it off again.

"Beep beep..."

At 03:30, Bai Miao appeared in the neighborhood committee with a low pressure.

A group of white shadows slammed into his chest, knocking the limp Bai Miao backwards.

Director Ao was a little surprised: "Mr. Bai, don't rush over here, let's go back and rest."

"Squeak!" The nine-tailed little fox flicked its big tail, grabbed Bai Miao's collar with its two paws, and kept kicking its legs trying to go up.

"It's okay, it's my problem." Bai Miao supported the white ball that was sliding down her chest, and stroked it.

After all, with someone else's salary of [-], you have to pretend.

"Mr. Bai is here?" Qingqiu dragged something, and walked in slowly through the gate of the neighborhood committee.

Director Ao looked back: "Caught it?"

Qingqiu slipped the big thick hemp rope in his hand, and two black-haired monkey-faced monsters, one big and one small, were tied up on the hemp rope, panting for breath, and the leaking leg didn't stop. struggling.

He smiled and said: "I have to go to the north quickly, have Jin Jiuri and Bi Fang come back?"

Director Ao shook his head: "Not yet."

Qingqiu thought for a while: "At this time... there are some changes in the east, Director Ao, go and have a look."

A ghost worker from the neighborhood committee stepped forward to take the hemp rope from Qingqiu's hand. The two monsters who were bound suddenly roared and rushed forward, scaring the ghost back again and again.

Qingqiu pulled the hemp rope to pull them back.

Bai Miao sized it up and found that the foot was still turned backwards.

"Is this a mandrill?"

"good."

The two mandrills snarled and twisted back and forth, their blood-red eyes stared at Bai Miao, struggling more and more fiercely.

Qingqiu flicked the hemp rope unceremoniously, and smashed the two mandrills hard on the ground with a "bang", knocking them down.

Director Ao thought of something, and said: "By the way, Mr. Bai, we are conducting a census of ghosts recently, but the speed of the unkempt ghosts is too slow, and we all have no skills at all. From tomorrow, Mr. Bai will go to the census with the unkempt ghosts. Well, just let those guys in the neighborhood committee recognize Mr. Bai."

"The unkempt ghost?" Bai Miao lowered her head and met a pair of innocent eyes.

Finding that Bai Miao was looking at it, it jumped up and laughed happily: "Mr. Bai is good."

...It turned out to be the hedgehog-headed ghost who knocked on his door back then.

Bai Miao withdrew her gaze expressionlessly: "Does this mean that I can go back to sleep?"

As he spoke, he tried to take off the white ball that was grabbing his collar.

Unexpectedly, Bai Tuanzi's whining sound suddenly became rapid, his black eyes were wet, and he was about to cry.

Bai Miao's hand crossing Bai Tuanzi's armpit froze, neither pawing nor pawing.

Qingqiu smiled: "Okay, don't bother Mr. Bai anymore, come back."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" Bai Tuanzi let out a soft cry, licked Bai Miao's chin lightly with his probe, then let go of Bai Miao's collar, turned around and jumped back into Qingqiu's arms.

Caught off guard by being licked, Bai Miao tilted her head back, touched her chin again, and said, "I'll come tomorrow morning."

Qingqiu took out a large stack of cyan talismans and said, "These are the fines I made. If you encounter someone who doesn't obey the rules, just paste them on his forehead, and the neighborhood committee can sense the corresponding information."

As he said that, his peach blossom eyes squinted treacherously: "The funds of the neighborhood committee have always been tight, and the staff who issue the fines can also get a commission...but there must be a reason and a law to follow."

Bai Miao understood in seconds, and accepted the ticket with a smile.

In the early morning of the next day, Bai Miao put on what seemed to be a magic weapon, and put the golden feathers and a few pieces of talisman paper into his trouser pocket.

After thinking for a while, he took the mahogany sword with cinnabar runes on it.

Bai Miao jingled all over and walked to the gate of the neighborhood committee, where the shaggy-headed ghost dressed in bright red and bright green stood there, eye-catching.

The disheveled ghost ran up to Bai Miao, "Mr. Bai, let's go."

When it got closer, it saw the big string on Bai Miao's body, and couldn't help but startled: "...Mr. Bai, what are you?"

Bai Miao asked back: "Where are we?"

The disheveled ghost didn't know, so he said, "Shanhai Community."

Bai Miao: "What race am I?"

Shaggy-headed ghost: "Human beings."

Bai Miao asked calmly: "I am a fragile human being, should I wear more things?"

The Puffy-headed Ghost's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Are you looking for treasures in the Shanhai community? Is there really a treasure hidden in the Shanhai community?"

"..."

Bai Miao and the shaggy-headed ghost looked at each other.

"What treasure are you looking for?"

The fluffy-headed ghost blinked and said excitedly: "The Zhoutian compass is used to search for traces of treasures, and the Wanyuan bronze mirror is used to reflect the authenticity of all things. What is Mr. Bai not to hunt for treasures? Maybe we can find treasures in the Shanhai community. Unearthed a great treasure that Mr. Qingqiu and the others didn't discover, and became famous from then on..."

Bai Miao pulled off the compass and bronze mirror on his body expressionlessly, and ruthlessly broke the illusion of the unkempt ghost: "You think too much, we just went to the ghost mouth to do a census."

"……All right."

The unkempt ghost was so wilted that even his soaring hedgehog head drooped down.

"Where to go first?" Bai Miao stuffed the Zhoutian compass and Wanyuan bronze mirror into the painting tube with the mahogany sword, turned around and left.

The shaggy-headed ghost hastily stroked his prickly hairs to make sure they were all straight up to the sky, and then took out a jade slip to follow up: "Let's go to Xishan [-]st Street first, where there are the most ghosts."