fell into a pit book

The shopkeeper poured out a cup of the best Qi Hong from nowhere, let the back cook cook it, and when he brought the teapot to pour tea for the three of them, he said, "This is the best Qi Hong in the shop." , the three of you will definitely like it."

Shang Qing and Chen Xian took a sip and laughed, "The tea is not bad."

Leng Qingjue didn't taste it, but put the cup under his nose and smelled it, then put it down, and said coldly: "The method is clumsy."

"Senior Sister said that this method is not suitable for this tea."

Hang Hehuan just looked down at the tea and kept silent.Here her seniority is the youngest, if it is not Leng Qingjue monk Qingchen who is with her, she may have to sit at another table, so she can avoid such things as talking.

The shopkeeper wiped his sweat, "Well, I'll drive that guy later, three, three, please take it easy..."

After saying that, he left the lobby. The food that the waiter had just brought up was a bit cold, but he didn't know if it was a delicacy just by looking at it.So the three of them ate their lunch hastily, rinsed their mouths with water, and then resumed their discussion.

"Senior sister, the sect master asked you to come here and seal Mengye because of the Night Walking Ghost?"

"It's not just about this."

Shang Qing and Chen slightly frowned, "Is there anything else?"

Leng Qingjue didn't hide anything, "Gate of hell."

"Ghost gate..."

Shang Qingchen repeated it in a low voice, as if thinking about something.After a long while, He Fan slapped his palm and said: "I see, if Senior Sister needs help in this matter, I will definitely come."

"No need."

"You don't need to be polite, senior sister, as a fellow student, we should help each other."

Leng Qingjue still refused: "No, just protect her."

The word "she" can only refer to Hang Hehuan who is unable to protect herself.Shang Qing and Chen Zhan shook his fan lightly, and smiled slightly, "Even if my senior sister doesn't say anything, I will still protect my junior nephew."

"Ah."

"Senior Sister, it's still early, why don't you rest first?"

Leng Qingjue glanced at the sleepy Hang Hehuan, then turned back, "It's okay."

The two had made up their minds, so Hang Hehuan had no choice but to follow suit, not to mention she was really sleepy.

Shang Qingchen called Xiaoer over and asked him to lead the way, and the three of them went back to their respective rooms.Shang Qing and Chen are on the left, Leng Qingjue is on the right, but Hang Hehuan is surrounded in the middle.Seeing Leng Qingjue's decision, Shang Qing and Chen didn't say anything, just shook his fan, shook his head, and there was a playful smile in his eyes again.Hang Hehuan didn't care about him, he just told the two of them to rest according to the etiquette and went into the house.

Since falling into this book, this is the first time that Hang Hehuan has left the Wanhua Mountain Gate.Although there are few people in this inn, the layout of the upper room is not bad, although it is not gorgeous, it is exquisite in every way.

Hang Hehuan threw herself on the bed, pulled the quilt to wrap herself into a ball, and buried her head in it.

After a while, I pulled the quilt away until I was too stuffy to breathe, and stared at a double lotus flower embroidered on the taupe-colored tent, in a daze.

What did Shang Qingchen say?What's going on between Leng Qingjue and her chief disciple?

She and Leng Qingjue...

In a trance, Hang Hehuan suddenly remembered the deserted Jue he saw in his dream that night.Now that I think about it again, that Lonely Jue is really gentle.

What about Leng Qingjue now?

Before Hang Hehuan could figure out the answer, the figure of Leng Qingjue had already popped up in his mind.

Leng Qingjue stretched out his hand to her, and kept protecting her when he was holding the sword; he was afraid that she would get hot, so he tested her temperature with his hand...

Well, the current deserted Jue is also gentle.

To have such a gentle person as a master, if you fall into this pit book, probably, you are also lucky...

With such thoughts on his pillow, Hang Hehuan soon fell asleep.

This sleep was so sound that when I woke up, it was already pitch black outside the window.

Hang Hehuan got up and tied up her messy long hair. Just as she wiped her face, she poured a glass of water and before she could sit down, she heard the sound of something screaming from a distance. Come.Hang Hehuan frowned slightly, picked up the cup and walked to the window with slightly hesitant steps.Perhaps because of the light outside the window, an approximately oval object cast a vague shadow on the casement.Hang Hehuan's outstretched hand shrank again and again, his fingers curled up again and again, and finally pushed open the window driven by curiosity.

But when the casement was pushed open, what Hang Hehuan saw was a pale and bluish face.

Although he didn't cry out in shock from the sudden appearance of the face, his hand just shook like that uncontrollably, and with this shaking, he contributed all the undrinked water in the glass to the face.

Then subconsciously wanted to close the window, but found that the window could not be pushed, as if it was stuck there by something.

The face outside the window didn't seem to expect to be splashed with a glass of water so suddenly, and the eyeballs couldn't move, so it took the glass of water straight away.

Hang Hehuan said with a cold face, "What are you?"

She hadn't forgotten that she lived on the second floor, at least three or four meters high.

The face outside the window was questioned, and suddenly it seemed to come alive, and the eyes rolled several times.Covering her face and laughing coquettishly, "Giggle——Nujia, I'm the lady under the bridge."

Hang Hehuan didn't make a sound, just watched the thing in front of him turn from one face to half of his body, the thing seemed afraid that she wouldn't believe it, and stretched out his hand to pull the water plants mixed in his hair.

Hang Hehuan frowned slightly, and thought to himself: Just say that you are a water ghost...

"Then what are you doing floating in the air instead of staying under the bridge?"

That thing was even more happy with Hang Hehuan's words, and even the cyan on his face faded a lot, and he still looked so pale.

"The master of the slave family ordered the slave family to watch you. If it wasn't for this, the slave family would not leave the bridge easily, hehe—"

"Your master? Who is it?"

This thing soon showed its lower body, and it looked like a beautiful water ghost.

It's just that the water ghost doesn't always answer every question. He didn't answer Hang Hehuan's question, but just smiled "giggle--".

Hang Hehuan was upset when he heard it, and closed the window with a straight sweep.

Hearing the sound of "bang——", she woke up just now, and wondered in her heart: Isn't this window still unable to move?Why is it closed again now?

But even if the window is closed, the laughter of the lady under the bridge can't be heard from outside, coupled with the cold, bloody and filthy smell that floated into the room from outside when the window was opened just now, Hang Hehuan's mood It's even worse.

He took the empty cup and sat down at the table, feeling confused.

What about Master?Where is Shang Qingchen?Shouldn't it be that a water ghost came to my window but they didn't notice it?

Turning his head to look at the door again, the burly figure reflected on the door cannot be regarded as invisible.Needless to say, she can guess a lot, at most it is the same as the water ghost floating by the window.

But no matter what the hell it was, she probably wouldn't be able to get out with her current cultivation.

So now I'm being guarded?Where is Master and monk Qingchen?They must not be in this inn, otherwise it would be impossible for this ghost to surround their room so easily...

Although Hang Hehuan was thinking calmly, his slightly trembling fingertips couldn't hide it from himself.After all, adding up her previous life and this life, she has never encountered a real ghost, and she still floats outside the window like this.

Hang Hehuan picked up the teapot, poured himself another glass of water, and drank it slowly.

Propping his elbows and chin on the table, Hang Hehuan glanced at the window again, where the lady under the bridge, showing her whole body, was still guarding there.The same goes for the door.

"what!--"

Hang Hehuan was just thinking about how long it would take for these two ghosts to be cleared away, when suddenly a shrill scream came from outside the window, which made her eardrums ache.

Then there is the door.

Hang Hehuan sat at the table without moving, and Shang Qingchen over there broke into the door.

Seeing her sitting there intact, Shang Qingchen felt relieved, "It's a good thing you're fine, otherwise Senior Sister would have to tear me apart."

Hang Hehuan got up, frowned and asked, "What's the matter? Where is my master?"

Shang Qingchen waved his hand, "Suddenly there was a disturbance in the ghost gate, Da Zong's evil spirits came out to hurt people, Senior Sister, she went to clean it up."

"Ghost gate?" Hang Hehuan repeated the word in doubt, did he meet so soon after hearing it for the first time today? "Did you just kill the lady under the bridge by the window?"

"No, she is a spirit ghost, you can't kill her, just hurt her."

Hang Hehuan frowned, she always felt that things were not that simple.

The plot has almost collapsed, and they can't recognize it as the fake book they have read.

If they want to survive in this world, maybe they have to do something...

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