Envy

Chang Ye stared at that childish face for a long time, a contemptuous smile emerged from the corner of his mouth, and as soon as he let go, the boy fell to the ground.

It was already dark, and the wind kept shaking the windows.The veil was blown, enveloping a place full of stars.Early autumn is still stepping on the tail of the heat, and the whole house is like a steamer.

She turned to leave, but couldn't get very far.A hand grabbed her ankle.She looked down, and saw that the young man was still breathing heavily, lying on the ground, his hands tightly clutching her ankles.

She thought, really overwhelmed.She was about to clean up the boy when a smooth and cold thing like a small snake wrapped around her leg at an extremely fast speed.She took a closer look and saw that it was the Suo Ling rope.The rope quickly bound her.The more she moved, the tighter the rope became.

Song Jingran supported the ground, and bent his knees to get himself up.He smiled proudly while showing fatigue: "Evil can never prevail against good."

Chang Ye gave up struggling, her hair was messy but still elegant.She raised the corner of her mouth: "Oh? You think you can trap me like this?" She turned her neck, and her bones made a cracking sound.In just a split second, Yin Ling left Chang Ye's body.

Song Jingran was so frightened that his face turned pale.He also only learned a little superficiality, and only subdued some little ghosts.This ghost can come out of the host by itself when the body is bound.This was clearly out of his reach.

The ghost was dressed in the clothes of a brothel woman, with a mediocre appearance, pale and blue face.It is a ghost that has already formed.She leaned out from her host with a creepy smile on her face: "Young master, does your slave look good?"

Song Jingran backed away again and again, his legs limp in fright.Covering her lips and smiling, she slowly crawled towards him, her black and messy hair hanging down from her shoulders, she raised her bloodless face, but it was full of sadness.She tilted her head: "You men, what you care about is your appearance. I didn't have a beautiful face when I was alive, and you never looked at me seriously. After I died, I was attached to this beautiful girl, and only then did I have the life I wanted. You guys want to destroy it."

She seemed to be wiping away tears, but Yin Ling had no tears at all.She stretched out her hand to touch his face, and smiled softly: "Little Taoist priest, I'd better send you on your way, there are too many sufferings in the world..."

The face became extremely terrifying, and the mediocre surface burned off, revealing the wreckage inside.Those eyes were fixed on him.

At this time, the servant girl pushed the door open and came in: "Miss Chang Ye..." She stopped at the door, opened her eyes wide, looked at the scene in the room, and fell straight backwards.The bustard who followed behind felt strange, walked in to take a look, and suddenly exclaimed: "Mom! Ghost!" Turning around, she was about to run out.

A gust of wind blew from nowhere and closed the door. No matter how hard the bustard tried, she couldn't open it.Yin Ling laughed miserably: "Mom."

Yin Ling crawled towards her: "Grandma, I'm all alone, can you come down and accompany me?"

The old bustard turned pale with fright, shrank into a ball, and forgot to shout. She watched Yin Ling keep approaching, and then rushed over.She was so frightened that she almost fainted.

When the ghost was about to touch her, it wailed and fell to the ground.She looked back with hatred, and saw Meng Tou holding a ghost torture stick, looking at her with pity.

Song Jingran's eyes lit up when he saw the savior, "Brother Meng!"

She rushed over to tear Meng Tou into pieces.But a spirit rope flew out from his cuff and tied her tightly again.

"You...how could you..."

Meng Tou took a few steps and said slowly: "When I entered this wing room for the first time, I thought in my heart that an ordinary woman in a flower building could have extremely luxurious furnishings. Today I went to Wangyue Tower, but Miss Tang's house is also gorgeous, but it's not as luxurious as yours. Song Jingran and I both guessed that the girl possessed by a charming bone should be a woman with a famous name. You guessed this right, so you lured me there on purpose last night Moon Tower."

"Yes, yes." Song Jingran nodded, "I don't think Miss Quetang is possessed by a ghost. Just now I discovered that there are a few low-level ghosts sealed in those peach trees in Wangyue Tower, so I have a look. Walk into the yard, and the bell will ring."

"Meigu itself is a powerful ghost, and it is reasonable for the bell to not respond. The ghost Song Jingran discovered at the beginning was actually not you, but the ghosts in the courtyard." Meng Tou continued: "They are in the Duan Time won't hurt people's life, but it will absorb a little bit of people's energy. Over time, people will fail early. It can get rid of a hated person without anyone knowing it. I guess, that's why you seal them The reason for being in Moon Tower."

"Miss Quetang is cold, arrogant and straightforward, and she easily offends high-ranking officials. But you are gentle and considerate, which wins the favor of guests even more." Meng Tou stood still in front of her, "Your temperament is proud, smart and free-spirited, It’s just that what you saw in your lifetime were all vulgar people who cared about their appearance, I hope you meet your beloved again in the next life.”

She lost her strength and slumped on the ground, sighing: "You are wrong about one thing, it is not me who hates Quetang, but Chang Ye. She did not hesitate to sacrifice her life to let me get rid of Quetang with her body."

Song Jingran sighed: "They are all poor people."

Meng Tou hit it with a ghost-shaping stick, and chanted a mantra in a low voice: "Tianpeng Tianyou, Zhenwu Zhenjun, Marshal Heisha, General Wuyi; to catch the shackles, the four heavenly men, holding an iron rod in hand, torture ghosts." Name; surveying vertically and horizontally, exerting power to show one's appearance, regardless of superiority and inferiority, crimes should not be tolerated, so as to make people sick and establish peace."

"Hurry up as a law!"

Song Jingran thought, how could Sange Meng memorize this mantra so proficiently, he is still stuttering.

The ghost slowly shrunk, turned into a halo, and finally turned into ashes.She walked away peacefully, as if she had let go of everything and no longer had any nostalgia.

Meng Tou finally took back the rope.

Song Jingran came over to look curiously: "Hey, why is your rope so much stronger than mine? And it looks...pretty..."

Meng Tuo said: "My Suo Ling rope is forged in the ice water of Yingshan Mountain. If you like it, I will give it to you."

Song Jingran was very pleased and accepted it embarrassedly.

Meng Tou walked over to help the bustard who was still recovering.She grabbed his arm and stood up tremblingly: "I'm scared to death, I'm scared to death..." She looked at Meng Tou, then at Song Jingran, and said in surprise, "Hey, you and this little Taoist priest So I know you."

Song Jingran said proudly, "Yes, you know now, there really are ghosts in the building, and we will get rid of them for you."

The bustard's face was pale, she rolled her eyes and thought about it, and begged: "You two masters, I will not accept the money you spent in the building these two days, and I will return it all to you. Going out is not good for our Lixiang Tower, look at this..."