don't touch my ghost

Zhang Han woke up in the choking smell of smoke.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a half-burned piece of yellow paper floating above his head, and the picture was quite strange.

After focusing his eyes, Zhang Han's first reaction was: Is this fucking dead?Someone burnt the paper?Take two steps and die?

After a series of weird and shocking speculations, he was finally choked by the smell of smoke and couldn't help coughing. Only now did he realize that being able to cough meant he wasn't dead yet.

Since he is not dead...

"Who the hell is that? Do you want to choke brother to death?" Zhang Han howled hoarsely.

"Uh... I'm sorry... I'll burn a soul-fixing talisman for you. I didn't expect you to wake up so quickly." It's still that nice female voice, but it's also a little hoarse, I don't know if it's also choked.

Zhang Han coughed and looked at this little nun who was fascinated by pumpkins.

A simple Taoist nun's dress can't hide her beauty, but this beauty is different from the beauty of ordinary girls, she is beautiful and very quiet.

Yes, it is quiet, not quiet.When she stood there silently, she seemed to be integrated with the walls, floor and even furniture in the room. Although she was beautiful, you couldn't notice her if she didn't speak.

At this moment, she stood quietly in front of Zhang Han, even giving Zhang Han the illusion that she had been standing here for many, many years.

Zhang Han shook his still dizzy head, and said, "What the hell is the soul-fixing talisman? Am I suffering from heatstroke?"

Seeing Zhang Han supporting his head, the little Taoist nun finally had a concerned expression on her quiet face: "...it should be." But she avoided the question of the soul-fixing talisman and did not answer.

Zhang Han raised his eyebrows and didn't ask any further questions.He felt that it was normal for monks and priests to do some godly things.

Zhang Han sat up from the bed, cleared his throat, and explained the purpose of coming to the little Taoist nun: "Uh, what, you... are you called Xuan Meng? My friend Luogua... Qi Dong asked me to come to you, I recently It's a little bit, so what... bumping into evil?"

After stammering a few times, Zhang Han almost flicked his tongue.It was the first time I spoke to a monk, and I didn’t know what to call him. Since I was in college, I have been called Wagua Wagua, and I suddenly became serious and almost couldn’t remember the name of Wagua and Zheng’er Bajing.

And this thing about having nightmares... Complaining to a little girl is a bit... embarrassing.

So Zhang Han pretended to look around after saying this, and his eyes drifted in the old house of more than ten square meters.

After floating around for a while, he scolded Pumpkin in his heart, is this a beauty in the eye of the beholder?How does this ruined temple look very efficacious and full of incense?I'm afraid it will collapse if it rains heavily.

"You will hit evil?" The little girl's voice suddenly became high-pitched, as if she was shocked.

Zhang Han startled her, and she didn't know how to answer, "... right? You also think that a person like me who is in the wind should not run into evil, right?"

After he finished speaking, he felt very embarrassed again, and felt more and more unreliable that he came to the Taoist temple. Even the Taoist nuns don't believe that there is such a thing as bumping into evil spirits in this world, and he probably didn't sleep well for a long time before he believed it. The evil of pumpkin.

Thinking of this, Zhang Han stood up, put on his shoes, and was about to leave, "Hey, what, I also think I might not be an evil person. I, let's go first."

"wait!"

Before Zhang Han could stand still, he was pushed back on the bed by the little Taoist nun. Although the little Taoist nun looked weak, the strength of this palm was very strong, and Zhang Han couldn't move when he pressed it directly.

Zhang Han looked dazed, and stared at the little Taoist nun.

The little Taoist nun also found it very embarrassing for her to hold Zhang Han like this. She coughed lightly and stepped aside, saying, "Tell me, how did you get into trouble?"

Zhang Han had already decided to leave, but after thinking about it, since he has come here, let’s talk about it, and the most important thing is that he is really thirsty after walking for a day...

"What, can you give me a glass of water?"

"Huh?" The little nun was stunned for a moment before she realized, picked up the teacup on the table, and poured Zhang Han a cup of tea.

Zhang Han took the teacup and drank it down, and told the little Taoist nun about his recent nightmares and the fact that he always heard someone whispering in his ears.

After speaking, he stared at the teapot on the table again, but the little nun didn't pay attention to his eager eyes, but frowned tightly, not knowing what she was thinking, and her hands on the table were clenched into fists, as if ……very angry?

Zhang Han struggled for a while, and felt that he couldn't die of thirst for such a big person, so he was self-reliant, and went to the table to pour water by himself.As soon as a glass of water was put to his mouth, the little nun grabbed her wrist and spilled it all...

Zhang Han couldn't get angry: "Hey, I said, what's going on with you, you're so surprised..."

The little nun froze for a moment, quickly withdrew her hand, poured Zhang Han another glass of water and handed it to him, saying, "Come with me after you finish drinking."

After speaking, he went out without waiting for Zhang Han to reply.

Zhang Han drank three glasses of water in one breath, and when he came out, he saw the little nun staring at the sunset in the yard in a daze.

He coughed lightly, and the little Taoist nun turned her head and looked at him with complicated eyes, making Zhang Han confused.

"That...Master Xuanmeng...Is there any help for my accident?" He asked.

The little nun didn't answer Zhang Han's question directly, but said abruptly, "You can also call me Xiaomeng."

"Ah? You're older than me..." Zhang Han looked dazed, what's going on?

The little nun lowered her head, fiddled with the bundle in her hand, and whispered, "You are much older than me..."

"Ah?" What's all this, Zhang Han felt that he might have heard it wrong.

The little nun looked up at Zhang Han who was in a daze, sighed, handed him the bundle in her hand, and said, "Here is a bottle of talisman water that I made myself. After you drink it, you can see ghosts, but you can see ghosts." You can’t tell anyone about seeing a ghost, not even Qi Dong. And there are a few soul-fixing charms I drew in the bag. If you see the ghost that harassed you, you can stick this on him. I can't run away."

Zhang Han's mouth twisted when he heard it, "There is such an operation? Are you sure you are not joking?"

The little nun seriously shook her head, "I'm not joking."

The corners of Zhang Han's mouth twitched, "Then what if I fix him? Kill him? How can I kill a ghost? Didn't he already die once?"

The little nun still had a serious face, and said nonsense in a serious manner: "Your current physical condition can't kill a ghost, but you can tell him not to bother you again."

Zhang Han's eyebrows almost went up to the sky, "It's that simple? I told him he wouldn't come? The devil is so cowardly? What do I say?"

The little Taoist nun shook her head, nodded again, and said with a sad expression, "Other ghosts won't listen, but this one, you can do whatever you say."

Zhang Han felt that his eyebrows had already flown into the sky to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun, "...why? You don't have a crush on me, do you?"

The little nun frowned and seemed unhappy, but she nodded and said, "Yes."