[A Chinese Ghost Story] Grandma is hard to be

After Yan Chixia said, "No one was killed last night," the atmosphere suddenly became serious, and even the light night wind became cold.

"Then, if no one is killed, it means there is no murder case? I'm tired too, so you can go home after paying the official fee!" The old demon squinted his eyes and yawned lazily. Said clearly.

"I, I, our boss... My lord has said it so clearly, why don't you come and pay the money quickly? Otherwise wait... Wait, we will make a trivial matter into a big one, and you will also get into trouble and go to jail!" Sleeping drowsily Suing the lawyer——Uncle Alcohol got up from the ground again at this time, his eyes were dim, but he was not bad at begging for money.

"Master, I really want to bribe so that the Lord can protect me, but... but I have no money!" The poor Ning Caichen was about to cry!

"No, no, no money...you can steal, rob, and sell it!" The alcohol uncle rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction, and fanned the flames.

"Master Zhao, close the case!" Yan Chixia, who was silent, said coldly to Master Niang, who was in charge of the documents, her tone was not angry but pretentious.

The old demon cleared his throat, stood up, patted the dust from the official uniform on his body with one hand, stretched out his hand to pull Ning Caichen's lapel, faced each other, and asked casually: "Student idiot, where is the crime scene you mentioned? "

Ning Caichen opened his innocent eyes wide and looked at the magistrate with a meaty bun face magnified countless times in horror, trying in vain to pull back his lapel.I must be thinking in my heart, why does everyone like to tear his clothes?It's like being taken off his trousers by a yamen servant, and then "Liu Yidao" picked up the back collar, and now the county magistrate is pulling the front of his shirt... QAQ

He turned around within the range of activities, with a look of "suffering and hating", glared at Yan Chixia, gritted his teeth and replied, "Lanruo Temple!"

Suddenly, under the desk of the magistrate of the county, there was a sudden "ding bell" bell, as if someone couldn't help shivering.

The wind suddenly picked up, and it was very cold.

The candles in the lobby were suddenly extinguished, and all the little demon servants were in disarray, like a rehearsal, they fled in a crowd.

Immediately, only Yan Chixia, Ning Caichen, Mrs. Lao Yaoxian, Mrs. Mandrill, Mrs. Lao Jiu, who had fallen asleep again, and a little wolf hiding under the table with a dark face were left in the lobby.

The county magistrate sat down, calmly took off the purple gold bell around the little wolf's neck, held it tenderly in the palm of his hand, and conveyed the constant warmth through the bell to Xiaohe, who was shivering from the memory of that night .

"Brother Ning, the one who died last night was not human!" Yan Chixia frowned and explained impatiently.

"I saw you kill that woman with my own eyes!" Ning Caichen was foolish, and justly believed in the "truth" he saw.

"It's not a woman! It's a female ghost!" Yan Chixia recalled the unpleasant things, her tone became a lot more blunt, and she didn't care about protecting the idiot's nature, she directly pointed out the truth.

"Female ghost?" Ning Caichen was dumbfounded and surprised this time.Ning Caichen has a bad point - it is very easy to trust people, and what is accompanied by it - it is very easy to trust this person and no longer trust another person.

Seeing that the arranged plot was almost completed, the old demon didn't have the heart to continue to entangle with the two male protagonists, so she announced: "Since it's not about people, it's not about the magistrate. Master, today If you don’t charge for the night, leave the court!”

Raising his sleeves, he led Xiaohe out of the trial hall first.

This time, Ning Caichen did not try to keep the county magistrate, but asked for protection.In fact, he also vaguely sensed something was wrong, for example, the owner of the painting said that Xiaoqian had died a long time ago, for example, Xiaoqian was always elusive, and...the girl who died at that time...but I don't know what it was Familiar with the books of sages and sages, I was bluffed by the "silent words, strange powers and gods", or because I couldn't believe that the Xiaoqian I was thinking about could be a female ghost, so I kept ignoring those details.

Ning Caichen swallowed, as if wanting to refute Yan Chixia, muttered: "Xiaoqian and her family live in the back mountain of Lanruo Temple..." But the voice became weaker and weaker.

"No one lives there, and the back mountain is a mass grave!" Yan Chixia folded her arms and pointed out bluntly, then continued: "You have lived in Lanruo Temple for more than half a month, when did you see strangers coming and going in Lanruo Temple? gone?"

Ning Caichen was even more stupid, sluggish, opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, and slowly fell into panic.

"The current situation has been uncertain in recent years, and the panting, groaning and shouting heard in the temple at night are all caused by lonely souls and wild ghosts!"

"No, no, no! You said Xiaoqian is a lonely ghost? I don't believe it!" The idiot scholar still couldn't believe it. She was so gentle and fragile, and the affection in her eyes was not deceiving. !That night was real too!

In a fit of anger, Yan Chixia grabbed Ning Caichen's wrist forcefully, anger surged up in her chest and abdomen, and her eyes were frosty: "You don't believe me? I'll take you to the back mountain to see and open your eyes!"

The words were divided into two parts, the old demon winked here, the ghost general and Niang Niang agreed, and went to Lanruo Temple to release Xiaoqian, and Yan Chixia took Ning Caichen to the mass grave at the back mountain of Lanruo Temple overnight. Find Nie Xiaoqian's grave.

After seeing the tombstone, Ning Caichen, who was in a trance, finally believed that Nie Xiaoqian was indeed a lonely soul in the mountains and forests.

"Xiaoqian is a ghost, so why didn't she kill me?" Ning Caichen squatted blankly in front of Xiaoqian's tombstone, brushing the weeds and yellow mud on the monument with his untouched fingers, and murmured.What makes him lose is not only the truth, but also a heart that has deceived his feelings.

"I don't understand either, maybe you still have value to use." Yan Chixia frowned, and replied coldly, Xiaoqing, who was dormant, colluded with the old black mountain demon, and had never killed the banyan tree demon before, but then suddenly attacked , I am afraid it is also because she is worthless, but where was her "value" before?

Ning Caichen lowered his eyes, his face was full of despair, and he lost a lot of weight overnight, "Is there still value for others to take advantage of?"

Yan Chixia remained silent for a long time, but she still advised, "Now that you know the truth, you can go. Get down the mountain before dark today and leave Guobei Town." Righteous person.

"What about you?" Ning Caichen stood up and asked.

Yan Chixia frowned, and said in a low voice: "I still have unfinished business." After speaking, she turned sideways, as if she didn't want to say anything more.

"Then why do you still stay here?" Ning Caichen asked unyieldingly, "Just leave with me!" He is obviously a powerless scholar, but he still has to worry about the safety of others .What a dork!

Ning Caichen tugged at Yan Chixia's sleeve, and looked at Yan Chixia eagerly with wide-eyed eyes, but the bloodshot eyes were shining brightly and undisguisedly worried.

Yan Chixia looked into those clean eyes, and for some reason, sighed, "I used to think that the human world was too complicated, and it was difficult to tell right from wrong, but with ghosts and spirits, black and white could be clearly distinguished. I quit the imperial court." , looking for traces from the rivers and lakes, hiding in ancient temples, treating myself as a human being in front of ghosts, and becoming a ghost again in front of people."

"But in fact, there is no difference between ghosts and humans."

Ning Caichen froze on the spot, his face full of embarrassment, as if he couldn't understand what Yan Chixia was saying.

The dignified Yan Chixia didn't bother to explain to him anymore, she stretched out her hand to pat him on the shoulder, and wanted to say "Treasure! Goodbye!", before her hand touched the idiot scholar, Ning Caichen rolled his eyes, He passed out like a weeping willow!

Running back and forth on this road, coupled with constant mental stimulation, it is really not easy for the frail scholar Ning Caichen to grit his teeth and carry it to the present. At first, it was the eagerness of "must go down the mountain to report to the official to save Xiaoqian". Maintaining his physical fitness, and then the questioning voice of "I can't believe Xiaoqian is a female ghost" made him hold on again, and followed Yan Chixia back to Lanruo Temple. Jiner, no, he immediately fainted instinctively.

Yan Chixia had no choice but to carry Ning Caichen back to Lanruo Temple temporarily like carrying a cloth bag, wait for him to rest for a while, and then drive him on the road and leave.

Soon it will be the fourteenth day of July - the Obon Festival.

at night.

The gloomy wind at the foot of Lanruo Temple Mountain, the lush and lush pine-leaf forest was blown by the wind, and dark green sea waves surged, one after another without subsiding.

The misty moonlight scatters on the pitch-black earth through the dark clouds, and the deserted color hits a row of evil-suppressing copper bells on the boulder at the gate of Lanruo Temple, blowing the tattered red silk for blessing, and occasionally there is the sound of "jingle bells" , the lingering monster is waiting for a comeback.

In the darkness, Ning Caichen, who was lying on his side on the straw couch, was disturbed by a few "knock knock" knocks on the door, and woke up faintly. His pair of clear and dust-free eyes were still dazed, and some of them were not fully awake from sleep. come over.

Ning Caichen scratched his head, got up from the grass couch, brushed off the grass roots on the hem of his clothes, and lit a candle with the flint Yan Chixia left for him on the table. The light flickers on and off, dispelling the dark and uncertain factors.

After doing all this, Ning Caichen slowly approached the door, put his ear to it, and listened intently.

"Knock, knock—" There were two more polite knocks on the door.

Logically speaking, according to Lanruo Temple's broken doors and windows, if people outside really have evil intentions, they can break in directly, instead of knocking on the door and waiting so patiently.

So Ning Caichen asked stupidly, "Who is it?"

For a long time no one answered.

Ning Caichen opened the door, and Xiaoqian, who was dressed in dreamy purple gauze, stood outside the door, her eyes full of sorrow, staring at the scholar inside the door bewilderedly.

The love is separated from life and death, and life and death are difficult to balance.

Ning Caichen took a step back, as if he was suddenly pressed by some weight on his thin body, his feet were frozen, and he could no longer move forward or take a step back.Struggling in my heart, the dark light in my eyes flickers, sometimes pity, sometimes puzzled, sometimes dazed, sometimes determined... a thousand times.

"Why do you still want to come back? The old Black Mountain demon may come here at any time..." Xiaoqian took a step forward and looked at her lover with worry. She was still worried that if the old Black Mountain demon came to Lanruo Temple to welcome her relatives, she saw Ning Caichen , would be bad for him, she didn't know that Ning Caichen already knew that she was a female ghost at this time.

A ray of dull pain rose from Ning Caichen's heart. He stared blankly at the stunning woman in front of him, and asked straight: "Are you really a ghost?"

"Yes." An unconcealable pain flashed in Xiaoqian's eyes.

"You killed the people in the ancient temple too?" Ning Caichen's voice was trembling, and his eyes were a little red, like a little rabbit.

"I don't want to either, I was forced, Ning Caichen..." Xiaoqian anxiously took a step closer, there were glistening drops of water in her eyes.She was also not feeling well. Those people who were trapped by her were also the source of her conscience tortured every day. She was only 17 years old when she died!

But at this time, the evil wind outside the window was even stronger, and a stench of blood spread.

The Dinghun bell at the gate of Lanruo Temple became more and more intense, with a ghostly aura, and the sound of the wind was like a mournful crane.

The whole Lanruo Temple seemed to be shrouded in a layer of blood mist. Yan Chixia, who was practicing swords in the yard, looked cold, and clenched the ancient evil sword in her hand, and a demon appeared out of nowhere!

The author has something to say: Every appearance of Ning Caichen is to promote the development of the plot.

Well, am I being too diligent?24 words updated in two months?

May Day holiday is over

There are too many classes on Monday and Tuesday, so it may not be updated

But I will code the archives fully

Probably during the time when I go home, there will be a bunch of side stories to say!Do you want to watch sweet daily life or sad confession?

In other words, if I v, will you stop loving me? 【ungrateful!

A word of emotion, the people who made "A Chinese Girl" back then are all scattered now.

My brother is gone on April Fool's Day, Uncle Wu Ma has passed away, and the goddess Zuxian has gone overseas.

Well, monsters have lived for a long time, their appearance is not old, but their hearts are also old, so they are easy to be sad. [Yan Chixia, please make up Gu Tianle's version~