Anecdotes about ghosts

In summer, the days are long and the nights are short, and the bright moon is still high in the sky, but the sky in the east has already revealed traces of fish-white, hazy, as if the sky is about to dawn.

The quiet town streets, since the street lights broke down, have not been repaired. As long as it is late at night, the surroundings will always be dark.

At this time, a dim yellow light suddenly lit up in the old house on the street, like a lighthouse in the sea, dispelling the endless darkness.

In the center of the room is an old-fashioned nanmu chair, on which a white-haired old man is sitting upright. Under a pair of cloudy eyes, there are lines carved by the years, all over his face like ravines.

In front of him, there was a group of trembling white shadows crawling at this moment, it was the evil spirit that Lu Siqing let go on purpose earlier.

The old man asked hoarsely, "What's bothering me?"

The evil spirit replied tremblingly: "Master,...the soul lock array is broken."

"Broken?" The old man suddenly opened his eyes wide. With a pair of withered hands, he grabbed the armrest of a chair and raised his eyebrows. "Do you know who did it?"

It takes as little as 49 81 days to as long as [-] [-] days to refine ghost generals in the Soul Locking Formation, and it takes a lot of energy and materials. Now it seems that it is about to be done, but at this time, someone messed up the game!

That evil spirit lowered her head, clutching her severed arm, and choked with sobs: "Master, Zhuling doesn't know who that person is, he just asked Zhuling to tell the master, saying, 'Let Zhuling come back, I will return it to the master at that time. His kindness'."

One meter of grace...is it actually that lord?

The fingers holding the chair were suddenly released, and the old man's original anger was like a deflated ball, which disappeared in an instant. He laughed dumbly and said, "I didn't think that I had been planning for so long and escaped so many ghost hunters." Eyes and ears, finally fell into his hands, could it be God's will?"

Zhuling couldn't understand the master's words.

All he knew was that he had failed in his mission, so he knelt on the ground and tremblingly pleaded guilty to the old man: "Zhuling knows that he has broken the trust of the master, so he asks the master to punish him."

"Punishment?" The old man sat on the chair, with a neither cold nor indifferent expression, and no joy or anger in his tone. He glanced at Zhuling and said, "If you punish you, you can get back that child's soul. Can you still cry and cry here safely? Waste of things."

"Master..." Zhuling visibly trembled.

"No wonder you demon clan can only live in the mountains and forests all your life. You really are a bunch of embarrassing waste." Another deep young voice sounded in the darkness.

I saw an eighteen or nine-year-old young man walking out from behind the old man, walked up to the old man, knelt half-kneeled, and asked Ying to say: "Master, before dawn, I would like to go to the Yinshan Mountain to recover the souls of the master. "

Two years have passed, and the childish face in the past is now very handsome.

Thick eyebrows and big eyes, high nose and thin lips, but the sternness engraved between the brows has not diminished at all, and the eyes are as cold as ever, without a trace of emotion, it is Lin Haojie.

The old man waved his hand: "Forget it, it's just an untrained ghost general, there is no need to put yourself in danger. Besides, since the dead soul is escorted by that adult himself, how can we easily recover it, don't act rashly, the gain outweighs the loss .”

"I know." Lin Haojie got up from the ground, glanced at Zhu Ling who was kneeling on the ground, and shouted sharply, "Get out of here!"

Zhuling trembled all over, and ran away quickly.

"The ghosts of the mountains and forests, a group of unworthy things." The old man sighed, and looked at his apprentice, "In the middle of the night, you ran out of the house for no reason, it is still too easy to attract criticism, so go back quickly."

"Master," Lin Haojie didn't agree immediately, but asked instead, "I heard from Zhuling just now that the lord once accepted the kindness of a meter from the master. Could it be that the master had a relationship with him before?"

Suddenly hearing Lin Haojie mentioning this matter, the old man was stunned for a moment, and answered the question slowly: "The Qingxiu sect has always looked down on the monsters of the mountains and forests, and also looked down on the monsters and beasts. Among the many sects, only our sect has a deep relationship with the charmers. That's how he must have recognized me."

Lin Haojie: "...Then is he a threat to Master's plan?"

The old man shook his head: "I don't know. That lord's strength has always been unfathomable. Even if all the Qingxiu sects joined forces to encircle him back then, it was nothing more than a mantis' arm as a cart. His strength can be seen."

"Then don't we?" Lin Haojie was a little worried.

The old man waved his hand to signal that he was not in a hurry, and continued: "It's just that he didn't like to be nosy in his life. As long as we don't take the initiative to provoke him, I think he won't come to trouble us. If we meet in the future, it's better to take a detour." , there must be no dispute with it.”

"Yes, the disciple knows."

Old man: "Go down."

After Lin Haojie left, the old man suddenly stood up from the chair, and his stooped state disappeared.

He walked steadily to the table, took out a yellow talisman, and wrote a few lines on it [My lord, our whereabouts have been exposed, and we are afraid that something will happen, please make plans early].

After writing, the yellow talisman melted into a wisp of green smoke in his hand.

When Lin Haojie asked what is a one-meter grace, he actually couldn't answer at all, because it was a secret between the real master and that adult, and how would others know it.

Be it Zhuling or Lin Haojie, even he himself is just a pawn on someone else's chessboard.

The next day, Lu Ke was so sleepy that he almost couldn't get up because he slept too late. If he wasn't afraid of wasting train tickets, he could at least sleep until the afternoon.

When checking out, the owner of the hotel, Zhang Yang, personally sent me off.Of course, not to mention the free room fee, he did take out a heavy envelope and stuff it into Lu Ke's hands.

Lu Ke was half asleep and half awake at the time, leaning on Lu Siqing's arm and refusing to get up. When he received the envelope from Zhang Yang, he was still dazed for a moment, and it took him a few seconds to remember this, and his drowsiness was immediately driven away by the windfall. After walking for most of the time, he cheerfully put the envelope into his bag.

After boarding the train, the joy brought by the windfall was quickly overwhelmed by exhaustion, and Lu Ke fell asleep again amidst the bumps.

When I woke up again, it was already late at night.

After the lights of the train were turned off, Lu Siqing drove Qinqin's father and daughter to the middle berth, while she herself sat on the lower berth, serving as a human pillow for Lu Ke for a long time.

As soon as Lu Ke opened his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Lu Siqing's jaw, which was deliberately outlined by the creator. It was so perfect that it was enviable.

He was getting enough sleep now, and his head was naturally turning faster than usual. After thanking Lu Siqing for his beauty, he realized that he was lying on his lap almost instantly, and struggled to sit up.

In the dead of night in the carriage, only the roar of the train pressing on the track, Lu Ke came to Lu Siqing and thanked him in a low voice: "Thanks for your hard work, sir."

"It's okay." Lu Siqing unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and handed it, lowering her voice, "You've slept for so long, and you haven't even had a drop of water, so drink some water first."

"Thank you."

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden "goo--" sound from my stomach, which seemed extraordinarily loud in such a quiet environment.