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After Mo Nan entered the room, he didn't dare to act rashly, and kept his movements light and soft, for fear of waking up a certain evil spirit in the cave.

Here, he must not be able to find his own clothes, he can only hope to find Ji Guiran's clothes and wear them for a while.So Mo Nan looked around, moved to the closet furtively, gently opened the door, and saw a few pieces of Ji Guiran's usual clothes neatly folded on top.

He was delighted, and hurriedly pulled away his dirty clothes, trying not to make any noise, and took off all the clothes after a few strokes. He grabbed one from the cabinet and put it on his body.

While wearing it, Mo Nan still kept turning his head to pay attention to the movement of the people behind him, praying in his heart not to wake up.

Ji Guiran's clothes were too big for him, after all, there was a few centimeters difference in height and physique, and the fabric was loosely worn on his body.Mo Nan didn't care too much, and wanted to tighten his belt a little bit and it would be fine.

Just as he was handling the belt, a slight voice suddenly came from behind, which was especially clear in the dark. Mo Nan was so frightened that he suddenly turned around and saw that Ji Guiran on the bed had just turned over and didn't seem to wake up. , still in shock, hurriedly pulled up his belt, and wanted to retreat outside the door.

Halfway through the retreat, he suddenly remembered that the clothes he had changed were still thrown on the ground, and he went back with a headache to pick them up, crumpled them up, and scanned the surrounding places where they could be hidden. Put it in the bottom of the cabinet.

Ouch, my lord, my silk and satin clothes are being used to mop the floor.He is distressed.

After the work was done, he didn't stay for a long time, quietly exited the door, closed the door carefully, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

Seeing him coming out, the female ghost outside the door came over and grabbed his hand again. She couldn't wait, and dragged him in one direction with the same force as the one who pulled him before. Mo Nan was about to cast a shadow on this kind of behavior. .

"Hey, sister... I can walk by myself, let me go..."

"Hiss hurts, I won't run away, let me go..."

"Auntie..."

Under his constant begging, the female ghost was finally persuaded and loosened her grip slightly, but she didn't let go of Mo Nan's hand, as if she was afraid that he would run away as soon as she let go.

Mo Nan looked at her holding his hand, and really wanted to say that as a woman, don't be so open.

The female ghost dragged him through the mansion with ease, the dark surroundings did not affect her sight, and Mo Nan behind said that she couldn't see anything and could only feel the direction with the cold touch of her hand.

In the end, they stopped in front of a room, and she pushed the door open and walked in, and was greeted by a breath of books and ink.Mo Nan realized that this place should be a study.

After both of them came in, the female ghost closed the door and directly inserted the bolt. This action of locking the door hit Mo Nan's psychological shadow again. He remembered something bad and suddenly became nervous. Seeing her close the door Finally, he walked towards himself, pressed his shoulder and pushed back.

"Hey, hey, hey!" The tension in his heart continued to grow, "What do you want to do! Whether men and women can kiss each other! Don't! Let me go... ouch!"

She pushed Mo Nan onto the chair inside the door and pressed him on it, Mo Nan felt his butt go numb.

"...It doesn't work here either!!"

"..." The female ghost looked at him expressionlessly, as if she didn't quite understand his reaction.

"Well, how should I put it, if you really want to do that kind of thing," Mo Nan said after calming down a little, with a serious expression on his face, rubbing his chin, "It's better to go to a place with a bed, so you don't have to go all the way to get me Pull it here...well...I think the room next door is not bad."

"..."

The female ghost didn't seem to understand the nonsense, so she simply ignored him and started rummaging through things on her own.

"?" Mo Nan was very curious to see what she was looking for in the corner of the room.

After a while, there were three more things on the table: Xuan Xuan, an inkstone with ink, and a writing brush.

The thin rice paper was spread out on the table, and Mo Nan sat on the chair and looked at the female ghost who was dipping ink with a brush, thinking in his heart what he was going to do.

It seems that the female ghost hasn't touched a brush for a long time. The right hand holding the brush is not used to it. She keeps turning the pen holder to adjust her posture and stops at the most convenient position.Then he stared at Mo Nan solemnly, pointed to himself with his left hand, and wrote a few words on the birth announcement with a trembling right hand.

The font is crooked, which shows that the person who wrote it is quite unfamiliar, but in the eyes of Mo Nan who has read countless ledgers, it is still neat and at least understandable.The three words on it are: Yunshuangyue.

"This is..." he guessed, "your name?"

The ghost nodded.Then she held the pen and stopped in the air, frowning, as if she was caught by some problem, excess ink accumulated on the tip of the pen, dripped on the rice paper, and the black dots gradually smudged.

"...Are you Brother He's wife?"

The other party obviously didn't expect him to ask such a question suddenly, as if the problem was solved, a look of joy appeared on her face, and she nodded hurriedly.

"Yunshuangyue..." Mo Nan stared at her face thoughtfully, recalling the portrait hanging in the middle of the living room, trying to overlap the faces on both sides, but the female ghost's hair was disheveled and her eyes were surrounded Smeared with half-dried blood, it was far from the beautiful woman in the portrait.

He was thinking that if there was something to wipe Yun Shuangyue's face, he didn't know if there was something in his clothes.Thinking about it, Mo Nan groped for various places on his body that could hold things, and finally took out a white handkerchief from his cuff, which looked familiar to him.

I didn't expect Ji Guiran to carry such things with him on weekdays.

"Hey, I found it," he excitedly waved the handkerchief in front of Yun Shuangyue, "Wait here!"

After Mo Nan finished speaking, he rushed out the door, picked up some water from a random water source, moistened the white handkerchief in his hand, and hurried back to the study.

Yun Shuangyue has been in a daze since Mo Nan went out, and forgot to put down the pen in her hand, so she just stood there until she saw Mo Nan come back, and she regained her senses slightly.

"Come here~ Brother will wipe your face~" Mo Nan looked at the sluggish Yun Shuangyue, and actually thought that this ghost was a bit cute, and his previous fear of her disappeared in an instant.He pulled Yun Shuangyue over, and wiped her face with a wet handkerchief in his hand. After a while, the blood on her face was wiped off, revealing her clear facial features, which really looked like the beauty in the portrait .

"En," Mo Nan casually threw the handkerchief on the table, and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, "It really looks much better this way, you have to pay attention to hygiene when you're a ghost."

Yunshuang caressed the corners of her eyes, looked at Mo Nan and smiled softly to express her gratitude.

"By the way, is there anything you want to tell me?" He asked.

Upon hearing this, Yun Shuangyue seemed to come to her senses, and then lowered her head to think in front of the rice paper. After a long while, she hesitated to pick up the pen, and began to write stroke by stroke with trembling hands.Within a few strokes, the rice paper had a square shape formed by a few more lines, and a few strokes were randomly drawn crookedly in the middle, and the lines on the side were a little thinner, which seemed to mean that something was written on it.

"You...can't you write?"

Mo Nan couldn't see what she was drawing for a while, and thought of the three words on the paper before, wondering.

After hearing this, Yun Shuangyue shook her head, pointed to the name she had written before, and then pointed to the pattern she had just drawn, and waved her hands helplessly, as if saying: I can only write my own name.

"Okay," Mo Nan understood, "Then what are you painting?"

She looked at the strange shape she had drawn seriously, as if she was thinking about how to explain it, and then she remembered something, and pointed to the ground with her finger.Seeing that Mo Nan still hadn't enlightened, he moved his hand to the painted object and knocked on the table as a hint.

The crisp sound of knocking on the wooden table reminded Mo Nan, staring at the pattern on the rice paper, he suddenly thought of the stone tablet he saw at the entrance of the town the day he first arrived in this ghost place.

"You mean Soul Mountain Township?" He asked tentatively.

Hearing the three words he wanted to hear, Yun Shuangyue showed a happy smile again, and Mo Nan couldn't help but secretly said that he was witty, but before he could get enough of it, Yun Shuangyue's expression became serious again. She started writing again, this time very neatly, and she wrote a cross next to the picture of the stele.

"?" Mo Nan didn't understand.

What does it mean?Are you saying that you went to the wrong place?But the snake scales on the road signs do show here.

He pondered for a while, then said, "Are you trying to say that we came to the wrong place?"

As soon as the words finished, Yun Shuangyue shook her head hastily, with an anxious look on her face, the hand holding the pen was at a loss, and only wrote a few more beside the fork, but after thinking about it, it was wrong, and stopped writing again.The brush rests on the paper, and the ink smudges on the rice paper along the tip of the brush. The circular ink marks slowly swallow up the original pattern, which is a bit shocking.

"Although... I don't understand it very well, but I feel... You don't think this is a good place?" Mo Nan looked at the ink, feeling a little uneasy.

Yun Shuangyue nodded emphatically, her brows were furrowed, and the expression on her bloodless face became more serious. She pondered for a while, and then started to write again.

So in such a late night, one person and one ghost, under the moonlight, one person spoke, and one ghost drew a pen, and started a heart-to-heart exchange.At the initial stage, the things Yun Shuangyue described were a bit too abstract for Mo Nan, so the conversation between the two always encountered ups and downs. However, Yun Shuangyue was patient and Mo Nan was also naturally intelligent. Point to explain a little more, and quickly passed the obstacle.

Later, Mo Nan knew a lot about Yun Shuangyue, so he understood her train of thought very clearly. Almost after she wrote a few strokes, he understood what she wanted to express.

Until the time of Yin was about to pass and dawn was approaching, the night sky outside had faded a lot, and a faint white light appeared in the distant sky, indicating that a new day was coming.