[Quick Pass] Perfect Raiders

"Xiaobao is the governor, and when he grows up in a few years, I will come down to accompany you."

"The closer I get to home, the more I miss you. I always feel that you are still waiting for me by the window. When I look closely, you are not there."

"As soon as you left, something was missing everywhere..."

After Wei Xun worshiped, he was sent aside by Lao Wang, saying that he wanted to talk to his wife.After practicing internal strength, the eyes and ears are clear, and those affectionate whispers all fall into the ears.

It's not that Wei Xun is not sentimental, under the impact of Lao Wang's cloyingly sweet tone, he really can't think of other thoughts.

Wei Xun has recently felt that his mouth has become a lot sweeter under the influence of his ears and eyes, and it seems that he can say a few sweet and intimate words with his mouth.But he never talked much, just thinking about it.

"Okay, go back!"

Wei Xun supported the bamboo raft and went back in the direction pointed by Lao Wang. He passed many small bamboo buildings, and the lights were reflected in the water deeply and shallowly. abcdefg123456 The next day, the two of them slept until the sun was up, and the table was full of bacon, eggs, vegetables, and rice sent by others in the village...

Old Wang chuckled, "The people in the village are very nice, it would be nice if you stayed here."

"It's good to spend the rest of my life here with the one I love."

"Little hairy boy, don't hook up with little girls. Girls in the village hate heartless people the most. If you do something bad, your little treasure will be lost."

"I know, I know."

Lao Wang carried a hoe to manage the vegetable garden, and Wei Xun carried a basket to the homes of the surrounding girls to ask for some vegetable seedlings.When Shi Niang was alive, she made a lot of Miaojiang costumes, enough for Xiaobao to wear. Wei Xun took out a brand new double-breasted crow and bird suit from the box and changed it into it. Lao Wang whispered for a long time that he was partial.

Wei Xun was dressed in a dark Miao costume, and his long hair was simply braided. He called "Auntie" through the door, and the pretty girl inside gave a sweet and crunchy cry.

"Xiaobao! I want vegetable seedlings. We have everything in our vegetable garden. What do you like to eat?"

"It will be all right."

"Then I'll dig a little bit, you sit and wait, it'll be soon."

"Thank you sister!"

The girl filled most of the basket, and Wei Xun took it. Seeing that he was carrying it without too much effort, the girl put a few more carrots.

"Xiaobao, I have something here, it's a bit evil, take it back and let Uncle Wang have a look..."

"Okay, I'll bring it back to Sister when I'm optimistic about it."

"You can play with it, I don't need this either."

The girl took out a painting scroll from the house and put it in Wei Xun's vegetable basket.

Wei Xun went back to plant the vegetable seedlings with Lao Wang, and only remembered to draw the scroll after eating.

"There is Yin Qi, there should be ghosts living here." Old Wang tapped the scroll, as if he was familiar with the road.

"Can you open it and have a look?"

"Yes, with me here, the brats will turn into ashes after rubbing them together."

Wei Xun pulled open the scroll and unfolded it. The girl in red has picturesque eyebrows, tender eyes, and a little red tear mole at the corner of her eye, adding a little softness and charm.The painter is not exquisite, but the painter is very attentive, and the face is lifelike, which makes people feel pitiful.

"It looks like a skirt that was fashionable decades ago. It's a new ghost!"

"Is it the female ghost inside?" Wei Xun was a little curious.

"Not necessarily. The water in our village is connected to a Yin River. In July, monsters and monsters come out. Maybe there is a strong man with a big waist and a big waist hidden in this beauty painting..."

"Master, can you get it out?"

"Of course it can be done!" Old Wang looked serious, put his fingers together, and silently recited a series of formulas.

"now!"

"Ah!" A loud male ghost screamed, accompanied by a mass of white shadows falling to the ground, the picture scroll seemed to have lost its soul, beautiful as it is beautiful, without any aura.

The male ghost looks seventeen or eighteen years old, with short hair and a moon-white robe. His appearance is somewhat similar to the woman in the painting, especially the pair of red phoenix eyes, which are full of emotion because of the tear mole in the same position.

It's just that his expression is not the least bit glamorous, he looks like a half-grown boy who has done something wrong and was caught, and he is still holding on with a guilty conscience.

"Who are you? How dare you treat me like this, young master!"

"Hehehe, what a young master with fair skin and tender flesh!" Old Wang smiled and rubbed his hands together.

"Master, do we want to save this ghost?"

Seeing Wei Xun, the male ghost froze for a moment, stared at him obsessively, and opened his mouth and said, "What a young lady from the Miao family, slender, beautiful, and well-proportioned, with flaws in everything, she must be a magnificent beauty when she grows up."

"Master, this dead ghost should be let out of his wits, it must not be a good thing." Wei Xun said coldly.

He is twelve years old, his facial features are too delicate, he looks a bit indistinguishable between male and female, his voice is just in the period of voice change, cold and hoarse, and he cannot distinguish between male and female.

"It's not that I didn't... I'm a decent young master from an innocent family, a good person..." The male ghost repeatedly defended.

"Hahahahaha, Xiaobao is right, but he is not dead yet, so he can't be considered a dead ghost."

"I'm not dead?" The male ghost looked at his hands, they were so white and flawless, he didn't understand.

"Yeah, the life span is not over, and the soul has escaped from the body." Old Wang smacked his lips, looking a little regretful.

The male ghost was dumbfounded when he heard this, but instinctively felt that the old man in front of him was not a good person.

"Put it back into the painting first, it will easily damage the soul and shorten the life if it is displayed."

Old Wang Yizheng said "&%#$*︴..." after saying a word, and slapped it with his palm. The male ghost screamed again and was beaten back into the painting.

"He is a soul. He has been in the painting for a long time, and he is full of yin. You are a little man, and you are full of yang. Take it with you, and keep it to make that ghost fat."

"Master, I don't need this, you should raise it."

"I'm an old man, with half of my foot in the coffin, how can I get the yang energy to raise ghosts?"

"Then let him go."

"Okay, okay, take it out when you want to raise it."

Wei Xun stuffed the scroll into the attic, where there were still a lot of weird and evil things, the scroll was thrown there and disappeared without being noticeable.

Wei Xun quickly forgot about it, and when he was taking a shower at night, he always felt someone was watching him, and there was a blurred line of sight, which made him very obsessed.

"Oh, this little lady is so fair and tender, but she has a hot temper. She looks deserted, but she is actually as enthusiastic as a fire. The Miao girl is so cute..." The male ghost was sighing quietly, and Wei Xun also felt it quietly. Location.

"Ow!"

A scream that shook the world and wept ghosts and gods almost shattered Wei Xun's eardrums.

A hole was burned in the corner of the picture scroll, and there was only one word "gift" left in the original line of small characters. I didn't read it carefully before, and Wei Xun couldn't think of the original word for a while.

What is tragic is the soul inside, which has changed from translucent to a white smoke, which will not disperse.

Wei Xun just lost a little bit of red lotus karma fire as thin as a strand of hair, but he didn't expect that ghost to be resistant to burning at all.

"Master, is he going to die?"

"You didn't need Yang Qi in the past, but now you have to take him with you all the time, otherwise he will lose his mind soon. If you find his body in the future, you will be a fool after reviving your soul."

"……Yes, I will."

"Your fire is a powerful thing, don't burn these little things, they can't stand it."

"understood."

"I went to bed when I had nothing to do, pity me as an old man, I can't eat well all day long, worry about this and that..."

Pharaoh wore slippers, one deep and one shallow, twisted back on the bed, and fell asleep.

Wei Xun picked up the scroll and tied it up, put a cloth bag on it, threw it on the bed, and fell asleep without any psychological burden at all. abcdefg123456 When Wei Xun woke up the next day, the painting scroll was in his arms. For some reason, Wei Xun felt that this thing was a bit creepy.

Are you full?

As a responsible person, Wei Xun carried the painting scroll on his back all day long, planted vegetables, fished, and drew talismans to touch shrimps. After a long time, he got used to it. He often forgot that there was such a thing behind his back, and he was dizzy with water. Several times, the beauty was also confused.

Later, when Wei Xun could pass his needlework, he added a layer of fish skin to the cloth bag to make it waterproof.

It's ugly but functional.

The male ghost was really uncomfortable, and he didn't dare to go out. He was bored with talking, so he could only keep an eye on Wei Xun's movements and observe what he was doing.

When a person is bound in a small place and only sees one person forever, it is easy to develop some inexplicable feelings.

Wei Xun grew better and better like a jointed bamboo, Lao Wang became more and more lazy, and was sitting on the bamboo rocking chair Wei Xun made for him, lazily dozing off.

On July [-]th, Ghost Festival, Pharaoh cheered up and began to talk about his past.