Let's fight, white lotus

"It's so boring~" An Ran turned over in the air.

The hand-carved solid wood furniture is covered with dust, the exquisite gold-painted porcelain lotus petal cup was knocked on the ground, and the pure white gauze curtains embroidered with dark flowers fluctuate, making this quiet villa the hottest in summer. Sometimes it's full of coldness.

"Xiao Xia, don't open the curtains again. You have already scared away countless people. Monks and priests have come here one after another. If this continues, when will we be clean?"

"But those people are also very funny. They are so scared that their legs are weak, and they are still holding on. They are ringing bells and playing swords. They are more beautiful than the tricks at the entrance of our village!"

"That's because these are liars. If we attract the real ones, we won't even be able to be ghosts!"

"Don't be afraid, we have old ghosts, old ghosts are so powerful, they will definitely protect us!"

A few pairs of shiny ghost eyes stared at An Ran.

An Ran's identity this time is a thousand-year-old ghost.

He has been dead for so long that he even forgot his origin and name, because he is the oldest and most powerful person in this villa, and is respectfully called "Old Ghost" by these little ghosts.

"Oh, the weather is so nice, I'm going out to bask in the sun!"

An Ran stretched her waist, her whole body stretched by a third, ignoring the eager eyes of a group of little ghosts behind her, she walked out the door leisurely.

I don't know if it's because the little ghosts are not strong enough or An Ran has a special physique. Except for him, the other little ghosts dare not stand under the sun like this.

"The old ghost is really good-looking, even better than Ah Hua in our village." Xiao Xia knelt on the floor, her neck stretched, her face resting on the window sill, muttering admiration.

"Hey—how good-looking is Ah Hua in your village? Comparable to the lady from the noble family? The old ghost is even more beautiful than the lady from the prime minister's family!"

"Laifu, you are bragging again, have you met the lady of the prime minister's family?"

"Who's bragging? Of course I've seen it! The prime minister's lady will also come to our Jinxiu Pavilion to make clothes. I've only seen it once. Really, she looks like a fairy."

"Have you seen a fairy again? You're bragging!"

Seeing that the two were arguing again, Zhen Mo couldn't help shaking his head. He was still a teenager, trapped on this small piece of land. For hundreds of years, the years have changed, and he hasn't lost his mind like other ghosts or lost his mind. It is thanks to the company of each other that the mind disappears in the sun or the mind is confused to kill people and become demons.

Zhen Mo also turned his gaze to the old ghost under the sun. His pale skin was full of greenness, which made his dark and deep pupils like ink, the tails of his eyebrows fluttering, his red lips, and his black hair like a waterfall. Every move has its own style.What Lai Fu said was right, not only the misses of the prime minister's family, but even the favorite concubines in the palace couldn't compare to the old ghost's demeanor.And with a keen mind and a wide range of knowledge, he must not have been an unknown person during his lifetime.How could such an old ghost be trapped here with them?

Could it be that he was assassinated by a traitor like him?

Zhen Mo is still guessing secretly. In the past few hundred years, he has thought about this question countless times, but he has never asked it out. The old ghost came earlier than all the ghosts here, and taught these new ghosts the rules and told them where to go. There is danger, who should hide, how to use the power of the soul.

Helped them drive away several waves of monks and Taoists, and kept the villa where they settled down, as if they were safe as long as he was there.

An Ran didn't pay attention to the little ghosts who put their heads on the window sill. The feeling of being a ghost is really indescribable...

The body can naturally float in the air, the head can be rotated 180 degrees, the tongue can be stretched out let alone the tip of the nose, and the forehead can be licked without difficulty. There is no need to mention the backhand touching the navel, knees over shoulders, and coins on the collarbone .

It's just that even if you stand in the sun, you can't feel a trace of temperature.

An Ran taught these little ghosts to run away in fear of being taken away by Taoist priests when they heard the wind and grass, or they were full of hostility and cold-eyed and wanted to kill all the people in the world. Slowly mature, ghosts have been 800 years, and the plot has not yet begun. With the development, An Ran almost forgot what normal food tastes like.

Lie on a branch and pretend to swing with it.The little ghosts in the villa started arguing again, and after a while, a boy with a bun, a round face, and big eyes floated to An Ran's side angrily, "Old ghost, Laifu is lying again, I don't care anymore He's gone!" Xiao Xia rolled up her tattered sleeves and wiped her nose.

"I will sue, and I don't want to talk to you!" Laifu came a step too late, wearing a coarse cloth, with a shrewd look on his face, and smiling without being obsequious. □The shopkeeper I passed by.

An Ran continued to lie on the branch and swayed. The two ghosts were quiet for a while, looking a little nervous in the night.

"Old ghost, it seems a bit cold outside, why don't we go back!"

An Ran: "..." Are you afraid of the cold even if you are all ghosts?

"Yes, yes, and I seem to have heard something, why don't we go back..."

The two ghosts looked around nervously, their bodies involuntarily moved closer and closer.

"Ah, what sound? Why didn't I hear it?"

"Didn't you hear it? It was the sound of woo-woo."

The two little devils, who were getting more and more nervous, finally huddled together and hugged each other, trembling.

"Really? It's probably a ghost screaming, so ~my~life~come~"

"Ah! Ghost—" Xiaoxia and Laifu screamed and ran away hand in hand.

After scaring away the two little ghosts who were afraid of ghosts, An Ran smiled with satisfaction.These two are just what he watched from birth to death. He suffered a lot while he was alive, and having such a good friend by his side after death is the compensation from heaven.

An Ran walked down the branch like a step, pretending that she was a martial arts master with profound internal skills, and walked calmly and gracefully with her hands behind her back, seemingly slowly but actually quickly entered the villa.

Apart from those two cowards hiding in the corner, only Zhen Mo was left in the villa.An Ran was a little surprised.

"Why didn't you go out?" The ghost was afraid of the sun, and the little ghosts in the villa were taught by An Ran that they must stay in the villa during the day, and they could play with them, and they could go out at night, but they couldn't disturb the rules of the world.

Zhen Mo is dressed like a wealthy son, and he is also full of the smell of books. He should have left by this time.It is said that a new library has opened in the city, and Zhen Mo goes there to read every night.

"I'm leaving now." Zhen Mo smiled at An Ran, and floated out, that figure was also chic and graceful.

An Ran walks up to the second floor, there is a small space at the end of the corridor which is the secret base of Xiao Xia and Lai Fu, every time they are sad or afraid, they always hide here.

Today, An Ran has done it well, knowing why the two of them are afraid of the dark and ghosts, but they are still irritable because they haven't waited for the person who should come for too long, which scares them.

An Ran stopped outside, and heard a small voice inside: "Laifu, did you hear the ghost?"

"Hush—keep it down, I didn't hear it, did this ghost get scared away by the old ghost?"

"That's right, the old ghost is so powerful, he must have scared the ghost away!"

"Then shall we go out?"

"I do not want to go out……"

"I don't want to go out either, so let's sleep here tonight."

"Okay!"

An Ran smiled, hearing that there was no fear in the voices of the two little ghosts, and they left silently.

Lying on the roof of the villa, looking at the starry sky in the sky and the lights in the distance, the faces of these world bosses flashed by in turn, and I recalled every expression, every movement, and every sentence carefully.Time is too strong, if it is not like this, after these 800 years, An Ran would have already forgotten who she is and who she is waiting for like an old ghost.

Another day, Xiao Xia was shaking the curtains boredly, Lai Fu was talking big to Ah Kong, and there was a book on the table in front of Zhen Mo, and when he finished reading a page, a gust of wind would turn the pages.

Suddenly Xiao Xia looked out the window and shouted: "There are people coming again, many people!"

A circle of ghosts surrounded the window.

"Where is it? Let me see!"

"Finally someone came again! This villa is empty and only ghosts are left."

"Aren't there only sixteen people? How can there be many people! Xiaoxia, you have learned to talk big like Laifu!"

"You count the money again? How many people are there?"

"Uh, ten, fourteen! I lost two just now!"

A circle of ghosts looked at the string of money that had never been able to count numbers and loved to count, and turned their heads silently. Some of them turned too much and turned 360 degrees directly, so they had to break them back with their hands.

"Look, the one in black, the one standing in the middle, and the one next to it, look really good."

"The black clothes are so fierce, how can they look good? Only old ghosts look good."

"He looked over, he saw me!"

With an exclamation, all the ghosts around the window backed away.

An Ran looked at the little ghosts hiding in every corner, comfortingly patted the two little ghosts hiding behind her, and walked to the window.

Qin Tianhe was also taken aback.

As the 130th eighth-generation disciple of Maoshan, this is the first time he has been entrusted to go down the mountain to drive out ghosts.The scenery under the mountain is simply two worlds from the mountain.

As soon as he left Maoshan, he arrived in City L. City L is a small county town. Qin Tianhe, who has no assets other than magical artifacts and talismans, heard that the largest villa in the city is haunted, and the owner has invited several waves of experts. Exorcism failed.

Successfully met Feng Luo, the owner of the villa.Feng Luo is a gentle young man who doesn't care about the villa, but the old man in the family thinks that the haunted villa will affect Feng Shui, and insists on restoring the villa to "normal cleanliness". Feng Luo can only obey the old man's wish.

After briefly introducing the situation of the villa, Feng Luo became somewhat interested in Qin Tianhe, who claimed to be a disciple of Maoshan.The previous "experts" looked like fake celestial masters who had no skills and only relied on trickery and abduction, but this Qin Tianhe seemed to have some real skills.

"Master Qin, I wonder if it's convenient for Fang to let me follow along?"

Qin Tianhe agreed without hesitation, and Feng Luo also rolled his eyes with a satisfied smile.