Envy

Meng Tou said: "Last night, I came to find a girl because of the fame, but I was invited by Miss Chang to have a few glasses of thin wine. Then I asked the bustard again, and she said you didn't see any guests."

As soon as Miss Quetang heard Chang Ye's name, her complexion turned cold, and she returned to the frosty look she had when she first met: "Last night, my family offended a guest, and my mother scolded my family and locked my family in the building. I'm going out. Such a regular, I'm getting into a fight with me, always robbing my slave's lover."

"Why did Miss Quetang say such a thing?"

Song Jingran was dumbfounded.last night?If she didn't lie, what happened to the master in the inn.Could it be that Miss Quetang was not possessed by a ghost?That doesn't make sense either.Wherever he went, the bell didn't ring. As soon as he walked into the yard, the bell rang immediately.There must be ghosts here.His head hurts.

Miss Quetang narrates the past and the past.

It is nothing more than a story of love and obsession that is often circulated in the market.She and Chang Ye fell in love with a talented person at the same time. They usually intrigue each other, and they are extremely jealous when they meet. As a result, after the talented person played with their relationship, Shi Shiran left.

Meng Tou doesn't like this kind of story very much. He has a cousin who likes to write all kinds of love between men and women... Cough... Stories about love between men and women. Very engrossed.

Knowing the grievances between the two girls, Meng Tou pondered for a long time, and then told Chang Ye that he still needs some time to check the ghosts in the flower building, and then said goodbye to Chang Ye.

Song Jingran saw her expression, but there was no change.Meng Tou quickly dragged Song Jingran away.Before the boy could react, he was dragged away.

He thought to himself, did they just let the wild spirit go?

As soon as they walked out, Song Jingran drank too much tea, felt numb in his legs and panicked, he pulled the little maid who accompanied them out, and asked her where the latrine was.

At this time, another older maid came running towards Meng Tou, and she saluted: "Mr. Meng, Miss Chang Ni heard that you came to see her, please go and sit down now."

Meng Tou smiled at the maid, "How do you know it's me?"

The servant girl blushed and stammered, "The girl said... the girl asked me to come to Wangyue Tower, and she said that you are the most handsome in white clothes."

Thinking about it, Chang Ye guessed that Meng Tou must have come to look for Que Tang if he couldn't see her, so he asked the servant girl to bring him there.

Song Jingran walked over shaking his legs, and said to Meng Tou: "Brother Meng, I drank too much tea and am in a hurry to go to the latrine."

"You go first, and come find me in the westernmost wing on the second floor later."

Meng Tou left, and Song Jingran went to the latrine shaking his legs.

After he came out of the hut, he thought of an important matter. Did they come to get rid of the ghosts today, or did Sange Meng just come to meet his best friend? Was he mistaken?

He rounded the corner and passed the peach trees.He ran in a hurry when he went to the latrine, but he didn't notice that the bell in his arms was ringing non-stop, and the closer he got to the bell, the stronger the vibration.He found that there was a piece of bark on the peach tree that was separated, as if it had been peeled off and then glued together again.

Song Jingran peeled off the piece of bark with his saber, and the old peach tree started to ooze bright red blood, he felt a little shocked.After the blood flowed out, a mark appeared on the tree.He remembered that it was the mark used to seal Yin spirits.This means that there are low-level Yin spirits locked in the peach tree.

No wonder the bell rang as soon as he entered the yard.He always felt that Miss Quetang was just an ordinary woman... But knowing people, face and heart, he still planned to try an ancient method.

He took out a bunch of little paper figurines and smeared some blood on them.He breathed a sigh of relief, and the little paper man stood up in the palm of his hand, and flew into the air flutteringly, guiding him.

Sure enough, the paper figurine bypassed the peach tree, turned its back on the Moon Tower, and flew straight to the West Tower.Song Jingran followed along.

In the evening, there are more and more guests in the Lixiang Tower.He stared at the paper figurine as he struggled through the crowd.

The paper man led him into the second floor, and then went west.He gradually understood.The paper man bumped into the door of the westernmost wing, and suddenly fell down as if dead.

Song Jingran immediately knocked open the door, rushed in and shouted, "Third brother! The Yin spirit is attached to Miss Chang Ye!"

He heard no response, and then was blindsided.On the bed behind layers of veils, there were two figures overlapping each other.Third Brother Meng lay flat on the bed, as if he had lost consciousness.Miss Chang Mi was wearing a lotus root tube top, her fragrant shoulders were half exposed, when she saw him barging in, she pulled off the shawl and put it on.The slender fingers painted with Danko opened the gauze curtain, and she came slowly from the heavy curtain.

"Bold and evil spirit! What did you do to the third brother!" Song Jingran's hand holding the sword began to tremble, and he pretended to be calm.He thought, to be able to bring down Sange Meng's evil spirit, he must have the ability to reach the sky.He has no idea.

Chang Wei put one arm around his waist, and changed into a lazy standing posture: "Xiao Daoist, I haven't done anything yet. If I succeed, you will come out and disturb my good business."

Song Jingran drew his sword and stabbed at her: "You hurt the innocent, it's unforgivable, why don't you hurry up and catch her!"

Chang Ye retreated towards the veil with a calm expression.He stabbed empty.The graceful figure lingered in the gauze and bead curtains, and after a while, her figure disappeared.

Song Jingran chopped up the gauze tent to pieces and tore off those annoying bead curtains.His eyes finally gradually became clear, but he still couldn't find Chang Ye's figure.

Suddenly, a cold hand grabbed his neck from behind him.Chang Ye leaned closer to his ear: "Little Taoist priest, the man on the bed is a formidable person, with unfathomable cultivation and internal strength, even he can't beat the slave family, let alone you. As long as you are obedient, the slave family will consider letting you go." A way out."

Song Jingran was pinched out of breath by her, and struggled to get the ghost-shaping stick from the cloth bag he carried with him. He was about to recite the mantra, but Chang Ye dodged it and threw it aside, rolling all the way, and was scattered on the ground Shelved.

Chang Yan smiled coquettishly, her thin and pointed nails almost embedded in his flesh, she grabbed his neck and lifted him up. "Little Taoist priest, because you are young and ignorant, I planned to let you go, but you just don't know how to praise, so I have to give you a ride..."

Song Jingran desperately tried to break free from her hand, but her strength was getting stronger and stronger.A sense of suffocation came violently.His hands were still groping and groping in the cloth bag.The black and white eyes widened.

What emerged in his mind was the most important thing in his life, as well as his unfulfilled ambitions.

The eyeballs almost popped out.He struggled for the last time, but to no avail, his whole body softened, he slowly closed his eyes, and remained motionless.