Strange Tales of the Ghosts

Of course, Luo Sichen couldn't kill Xue Hu, so he took Xue Hu with him helplessly. This was Xue Hu's second time taking a plane. It was not as embarrassing as last time, but the fact that he didn't have an ID card was still a headache. , so Luo Sichen had to indulge Xue Hu and cast the spell again. Fortunately, the charm spell cast by Xue Hu had no evil nature. The person who was bewitched woke up in just a few minutes, as if he was suddenly distracted. , will not cause people to panic.

The airplane can be said to be a major manifestation of modern civilization, realizing the dream of the ancients to fly in the air, taking people from one city to another in an hour.

After getting off the plane, Xuehu's ears were still buzzing, and he followed Luo Sichen in confusion. After leaving the airport, he got into a taxi and arrived at a hotel named Wanjiahe. Luo Sichen drove He had two rooms adjacent to each other, one for Xue Hu and one for himself. After everyone tidied up and bowed in their rooms, Luo Sichen began to think about what to do with Xue Hu, so he called Xue Hu to his room.

"Listen, I brought you here not because I want you to cause me trouble. If nothing happens, just stay in the room, don't go out, and wait for me to come back."

"What about you?" Xuehu looked at Luo Sichen eagerly.

"Of course I'm going to do something very important, so it's not convenient for me to take you with me."

"Why?"

"Do you always like to ask so many questions?" Luo Sichen frowned.

Xuehu shook his head, not to mention asking other people questions. In the past thousand years, she had not spoken to more than three people, except Wangchuan and Xiaoying. Of course, except for the ghosts who came to seek medical treatment, because they were not human beings, and they were also They are not complete souls. Even if Xuehu talks to them, she will not exceed ten words. It is nothing more than taking those ghosts to see Mr. Wangchuan, or throwing those disobedient ghosts into the Wangchuan River. This is her job. . Therefore, Luo Sichen was the most talked-about person in Xuehu's life after a thousand years.

Luo Sichen glanced at Xuehu, took out a mobile phone and put it into Xuehu's hand, reminding him: "Remember, this is the 21st century, don't use your magic power indiscriminately, if anything happens, just Call me, you know?”

"Yeah." Xuehu nodded and looked at the phone in her hand. This was the Nth movie she had seen during this period, so it was not unfamiliar and she knew how to use it.

After Luo Sichen told Xuehu what he should pay attention to, he left the hotel with a small box. Xuehu stayed alone in the room watching TV. What was playing on the TV was a touching love drama, in which the fate of the protagonist Seeing that Xue Hu felt nervous for a while, she had no choice but to drink the cola that tasted like medicine to divert her attention.

Time passed bit by bit, and Xuehu felt that it was soon afternoon. He walked to the window, opened the curtains and saw that the sun's remaining light was blocked by the city's buildings, and night had begun to invade the city.

The coming of night is the beginning of all darkness, with the corruption of fallen people and the running of ghosts. Snow Fox looked down at the people passing by downstairs, and suddenly felt that the back of a person was very familiar, and that hair, That spiritual pull...

"Sir!" Xuehu blurted out. Without any time to think, he opened the door and chased after him.

However, when she ran to the street, she could no longer see the familiar person. Xuehu touched the soul flute hanging around her neck and hesitated. She didn't know whether she should let Mr. Wangchuan know that she was here. She doesn’t know what Mr. Wangchuan is doing now...