After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

In the evening, Song Bihui came in a cloud chariot. He was dressed in a dark red robe with dark patterns, and he fell lightly and ostentatiously like an exile in the courtyard. The corners of his clothes swayed slightly, very elegant and elegant.

This made the woodcutter startled for a moment, and almost kowtowed three times to Song Bihui on the spot, and began to make a wish on the spot.

But this kind of request was ruthlessly rejected by Song Bihui with "too lazy to care about human affairs", so the woodcutter had no choice but to give up reluctantly.

At that time, Jiang Yufeng was lowering his head and carefully peeling the longevity fruit. As soon as he looked up, he saw Song Bihui's outfit, and his eyes lit up instantly.

This dress really suits him, under the brilliant sunset, he looks like a handsome groom who escaped from marriage.

"You got married on the way here?" Jiang Yufeng scanned the person in front of him from top to bottom, and teased with a smile.

He always sees Song Bihui wearing black clothes on weekdays. Although he can tell from the patterns and fabrics that it is not ordinary, wearing such dull colors all the time will still make people feel tired.

Today's outfit is really good, Jiang Yufeng watched Song Bihui approaching, the jade pendant and tassels hanging on his waist flickered slightly, and he couldn't help but let out a "wu--" in his heart.

Who doesn't love beauties, he liked Song Bihui's face the first time he saw him.

But it was different when this man opened his mouth. He stared at Jiang Yufeng's face for a while, and said with a sneer, "It looks like a monkey's butt."

"Clam?" Didn't you draw it?

"Okay, you go and wash it off, lest you invite ghosts at night." Song Bihui sneered, as if he was satisfied with hurting others.

But then, he saw the longevity fruit shells piled up on the table like a hill, "Did you eat these?"

"Ghosts eat it." Jiang Yufeng didn't give Song Bihui a good look, and angrily went to the backyard to wash his face.

"Xian, Xianjun, do you want it?" Seeing Song Bihui mentioning it, the man excitedly offered him a bowl of longevity fruit.

Song Bihui was taken aback for a moment, and had no choice but to accept it silently.

How delicious is this thing?

It's a pity that this bowl was taken away by Jiang Yufeng who came back after washing his face.

"Would you like to try it?" During this period, the man generously handed a few to Song Bihui.

Song Bihui hesitated, picked two of them and tasted them, and found that he was really not used to them, so he stopped eating them.

Picky, squeamish.Jiang Yufeng complained in his heart, and happily poured the remaining few into his mouth.

As the sky was getting dark, Song Bihui watched the glow in the sky fade away, turned around and warned the woodcutter, "Stay in the house tonight, lock the door, and don't go out anyway, you understand?"

The woodcutter nodded solemnly and worriedly, then asked hesitantly, "You two immortals, will my mother be fine..."

"Let's see the situation tonight." Song Bihui picked up the tea cup and was about to drink it, but found that there was a hole in the top, and the tea was covered with a layer of oily substance for some reason, so he had to put down the cup and said quietly, "It's not big. question."

The woodcutter hurriedly thanked him, and very cooperatively entered the room before dark, and locked the door tightly.

"What do you think is strange?" Song Bihui lit a long candle, and the candlelight illuminated the faces of some bored people in front of him.

Jiang Yufeng rubbed the red skin of the longevity fruit, and sighed, "There are too many strange things. First of all, the ghost seems to have strong perseverance. This old woman doesn't have so much energy, so why hang around like this?" ? It doesn’t look like it’s going to kill someone.”

Song Bihui nodded, agreed with Jiang Yufeng's point of view, and asked like a guide, "Then do you think you ran into a lonely ghost outside?"

This question happened to reach Jiang Yufeng's heart, and his eyes sharpened immediately, "I bet no, it should be some kind of karma."

Song Bihui hooked the corners of his lips with great interest, as if he was very satisfied with Jiang Yufeng's answer, "Okay, then I'll wait for you to prove it to me."

A few hours later, the clock strikes, instantly startling a group of crows and magpies living in the forest.

A few minutes after the bell rang, a strange sound suddenly appeared in the room.

It was a sound of chewing and tearing something hard.

A strong ghostly aura slowly drifted out from the old woman's room like a dense fog. Together with the chewing of "Shusha", the originally peaceful and peaceful atmosphere became eerie.

The waning moon is like blood...

They're in a haunted situation again.

After going through this several times, Jiang Yufeng only felt that it was like drinking water and eating, and he was very used to it, and he could even sing with his legs crossed at this time.

Song Bihui was even more like a jade statue without sorrow or joy under the candlelight, sitting upright at the table listening to the tune of Jiangyu Feng humming, closing his eyes and resting his mind, without any panic expression.

The shadows of the trees were whirling, but the surroundings suddenly became commotion, Jiang Yufeng suddenly turned his head.

There is a ghostly figure standing at the door of the wooden house.