The ghost hooked

Qin Huai's words are unbelievable to any normal person, but Xiaobao is different from ordinary people. He can see ghosts and has seen ghosts possessing him, so he can naturally accept ghosts stealing people's memories.

Although he had angered Qin Huai several times in order to vent his dissatisfaction, the two were friends after all, and Xiaobao was naturally obliged to help out.

When the moon was at its zenith, the already tired Xiao Bao and Qin Huai lay on their respective beds and yawned continuously.

Tightening the quilt on his body, Xiaobao missed Xue Baigui a little bit. After all, the two of them always shared the same bed before, and Xue Baigui always covered Xiaobao with the quilt in the middle of the night, so Xiaobao slept very comfortably.

Now that he is alone under the quilt, Xiaobao feels a little cold, and the quilt is ventilated everywhere, even if the quilt is very thick, he still feels that there is something missing.

Just when he was about to fall asleep uncontrollably, Xiao Bao turned his head to the side, as if he heard some voices, he quickly struggled to get up, and went out the door under the quilt.

The temperature in Liuke Town in October is good during the day, but at night, the water will freeze, and the bright moon in the sky sprinkles silver light all over the place, making it even colder.

Looking at the three people sitting in the Yinliang courtyard, no, three ghosts, Xiaobao blinked vigorously. He didn't expect that there were ghosts here, so what Qin Huai said was true.

One of the three ghosts in the courtyard was sitting on the woodpile, the other was sitting on a stone, and the smallest one, who looked like a child, was standing aside, discussing something.

The first ghost said: "I didn't expect that person to come back again!"

"Nonsense, you stole his memory, he can't come back and look for it." The second ghost gave him a sideways look, and said, "It's just a pity, he can't see us."

The third ghost nodded pretendingly, "I can't see it, I can't see it."

The first ghost also echoed: "What a pity!" Perhaps it was a pity, he shook his head in disappointment, happened to see Xiaobao standing in front of the room, and said, "Look, that person still brought a Come back with a small ball."

"Hey, don't tell me, this man is covered with a quilt, he really looks like a ball." The second one looked at Xiaobao, nodded and said, "It's very cute. If you say we all go to him, he will It won't feel cold."

"I feel cold, I feel cold." The third ghost echoed.

The three ghosts did as they said, they got up and surrounded Xiaobao, circling around him while reaching out to touch the quilt.

The first ghost said: "Hey, I can touch the quilt, it's really interesting!"

The second ghost, who also felt strange, was a little farther away, and asked quite mysteriously: "The eyes of this little ball have been following us since just now, can he see us?"

"I can see! I can see!" "I can see!"

"Huh?" Hearing three repetitions, both the first ghost and the second ghost looked at the little ghost who was no more than waist-high, and the second ghost was surprised.

Said: "From the time I met you, you only know three words and three words, and you only say it twice every time. How did you say it three times?"

"Not me, not me," "Not him."

At this time, the three ghosts slowly turned their heads to look at Xiaobao's face, showing uncertainty.

The first ghost slowly reached out to touch Xiaobao's face, and asked while touching Xiaobao's face, "Tell me, did this person say what you just said?"

Xiaobao grabbed the ghost's wrist, looked at him and said seriously: "That's what I said."

A stone stirred up a thousand layers of waves, and Xiaobao's words frightened the three ghosts in the courtyard who hadn't communicated with anyone for a long time.

"Help, the ghost has been caught!"

"People are scaring ghosts! Scaring ghosts to death!"

"Scared to death, scared to death!"

The road to the north was very bumpy. Even Qin Huai, who is a master of martial arts, felt tired every day sitting in the carriage with Xiaobao. When Xiaobao went out just now, he only opened one eye to look at it, but did not get up.

Hearing Xiao Bao say a few words in the courtyard at this moment, Qin Huai quickly got up and ran out.

When he opened the door, what he saw was a rather strange picture.

Little Treasure was wearing a thick quilt, with the corners of the quilt drooping on the ground, no need to think that the clean lining had already been rubbed with dust.He was holding the quilt with one hand and holding it up in the air with the other, as if he had caught something.

Seeing the quilt on Xiaobao's body without wind, Qin Huai took a breath and asked cautiously, "Xiaobao, is it a ghost?"

Xiaobao looked at the first ghost who stepped on the quilt and yelled frantically to let him go, the second ghost who couldn't help but want to break his hand, and the third ghost who had already closed his eyes and hugged his waist without fear of life and death. Ghost, nodded with embarrassment.

The first ghost, who couldn't get out of Xiaobao's hands after a long time of trouble, finally realized that this person was different from others, and he confessed: "My lord, please let me go, I am a good ghost, and I have never done anything wrong." What an outrageous thing!"

The second ghost calmed down, was amazed by its sense of touch, and was overjoyed, saying: "Oh, your lord is really amazing, we can actually touch things!"

"I met it, I met it!"

After standing outside for a while, Xiaobao felt a little cold. He let go of the ghost, looked at Qin Huai again, and asked, "You guys stole Qin Huai's memory?"

The first ghost touched his wrist and said, "He lost his memory to me in a dream, so it's not considered stealing!"

The ghost language interpreter Xiaobao came online, and while he was translating the ghost's words for Qin Huai, he beckoned the three ghosts to enter the house one by one.

Qin Huai couldn't remember when he lost his memory to the ghost, he frowned and looked around, but couldn't see anything, so he said to Xiaobao: "I don't recognize it, you tell him to return the memory quickly!"

The first ghost leaned in front of Qin Huai, pointed his finger at his face and said, "Don't you feel ashamed when you say that? Would you like to bet and admit defeat, you know!"

Qin Huai suddenly felt a little cold on his face, touched his face unconsciously, and asked, "Then what do you want?"

"Naturally, continue to gamble. If you can beat me, I will return the memory to you!" said the first ghost.

In Qin Huai's short life of more than 20 years, although he has tolerated all kinds of people, bad gamblers are no exception, but he himself does not like to gamble. After all, any situation where he may lose will damage his reputation as a landlord.

But now and then, no one will know about betting with ghosts, Qin Huai was anxious to get back his memory, and asked, "What is the bet?"

The ghost was very majestic, with his legs crossed, he floated in the air and said: "There are some in the gambling house, you can do anything."

Just now Xiaobao was still awake outside, but now that he was warmed up inside, his eyelids started to fight again, and he fell asleep on one side after a while.

Qin Huai lowered his head and thought about his gambling skills, and thought he could give it a try, and said, "Tomorrow, I'll look for some things from the gambling shop, and we'll make an appointment at night."

After he finished speaking, he waited for a long time and there was no response. It turned out that Xiaobao had already started snoring.

Reluctantly, he went to pose for Xiaobao and covered him with the quilt. Qin Huai looked around again and said, "Just make an appointment tomorrow, I know you can hear me!"

The three ghosts sat on Qin Huai's bed, seeing his suspicious appearance, they laughed happily.

On the second night, the dilapidated table in the hut was covered with "gambling tools".

There are not only Pai Gow and dice that are common in gambling houses, but also Go, backgammon, chess, and utensils for throwing pots.

On the first night of gambling, Qin Huai carefully chose to throw the pot. After all, compared with others, he believed that his martial arts were better than this ghost who didn't know how to die.

The space in the house is narrow, so the pitcher would naturally have to go to the courtyard. Thinking of the cold moonlight outside, Xiaobao shuddered and asked, "Can I not go?"

Qin Huai looked at Xiao Bao who was yawning in a ball, and thought that throwing the pot would see the outcome, even without Xiao Bao, he would know whether he won or lost, so he generously said, "Go to bed first, I'll go to the courtyard to compete with him." , I'll be able to win back the memory in a while."

It's a pity that Qin Huai's rhetoric didn't have a chance to be realized. The ghost could still touch the arrow in the house, and even threw it for a few times to play with, but he couldn't even pick up the arrow when he got out of the house.

Without Xiaobao's translation, Qin Huai performed for a long time all by himself, while the arrow next to him lay motionless on the ground.

Just when he thought that the ghost was afraid of him, the three ghosts kept laughing at Qin Huai in the house, until Xiao Bao, who was disturbed by the ghost and couldn't sleep, persuaded him to go back to the house.

Helpless, one person and one ghost can only choose Go this night.

Xiaobao didn't know Go, so naturally he couldn't even be a referee. After watching one player and one ghost play for a quarter of an hour, he couldn't hold on anymore, crawled back on the bed and curled up into a ball and fell asleep.

Qin Huai's skills are good, his brain is quick, and his move speed is acceptable, but the ghost is a little slow. Qin Huai thought that Go is a game that requires constant thinking, so naturally he didn't think too much about it.

But he didn't know that it was not a fair one-on-one at this time, but three-on-one. After confirming that Xiaobao was asleep, the three ghosts began to discuss in a low voice, and each step had to go through some in-depth discussions.

As the saying goes, three cobblers are worth a Zhuge Liang, and it took nearly two hours for the three rascals to win two rounds in a row against Qinhuai.

Qin Huai had dark circles under his eyes, swept his sleeves to put away the chess pieces, and said, "Sleep, sleep, and compare others at night!"

The three ghosts were overjoyed to see him pissed off. The first ghost smiled and said, "Oh, I had such a good time. I haven't played with humans for a long time. I'm so happy."

The second ghost floated in front of Xiaobao, pulled the quilt for him with all his strength, tucked the corners of the quilt, and said: "I feel that I have strength next to this young man. It was a happy night."

"So happy, so happy!"

Qin Huai, who had no idea that he had been tricked by the ghosts, played chess and backgammon with the ghosts for two nights. The results were predictable, and Qin Huai was naturally unwilling. During the day, he kept yawning with dark circles under his eyes.

Seeing that he was quite haggard, Xiao Bao worried, "Qin Huai, you are fine, if you can't win, forget it."

"No!" After losing for three nights, Qin Huai was naturally unwilling and said, "I don't believe it, I can't even win against a ghost."

After struggling in his heart for a while, Xiaobao frowned and said, "Qin Huai, it's not a ghost. When I turned over in the middle of the night, I heard three ghosts talking."

"What did you say? You mean there is more than one ghost in the house?" Qin Huai said excitedly.

"Hey?" Xiaobao asked suspiciously, "Don't you know there are three ghosts in the house?"

Qin Huai glanced at Xiaobao bitterly, and immediately understood, with an unreliable teammate and three cheating ghosts, no wonder he lost so badly!