There is a grass in front of Xianjun's gate

Things that were normal at first suddenly became weird. Ye Qinghe was not afraid, but just curious, and asked tentatively: "You don't look very old, are you 50 years old?"

"I don't remember how old I am. I've always looked like this. It seems that I'm different from others, so I've been wandering around here and never had a stable place to live." Han Zixi lowered her head as she spoke, with a slightly shy expression.

Seeing Ye Qinghe complaining crazily in his heart.

This guy is like a ghost, why are you so shy!

Ye Qinghe felt that he really had a physical problem. He went to Beiman Mountain to get the soul-gathering grass. It was a very simple matter. He could meet the soul-gathering grass and become a spirit. Now he is following Zhongya to solve his family's affairs. If you don't say anything about the back cook in other people's kitchens, you will encounter ghosts that day!

But it was already dark at this time, even if it was a ghost, Ye Qinghe could only live with him in this ruined temple.

But judging by the shy and reserved appearance of this ghost, it shouldn't be aggressive.

Ye Qing and Yigao were bold, so they waved their hands indifferently, and said, "Okay, let's talk about this tomorrow, it's getting late today, we have to pack up a place to sleep at night."

Hearing what Ye Qinghe said, Han Zixi immediately let go of his shyness, walked into the ruined temple very happily, and began to pack the things inside.

It has to be said that this Han Zixi not only has eyes like Hanshu, but also behaves very much like him. He is obviously shy and shy, but when he packs his things, he is very elegant and calm, and he made his bed in a short time. The straws used for mattresses are neatly arranged, and they are just tied up one by one with a thin thread to form a shop.

Looking at Ye Qing and the other side, although it was a thick pile, it was a mess, and it looked extraordinarily messy.

"Ahem." Ye Qinghe suddenly felt a little embarrassed, so he sat down on the pile of straw, and said to Han Zixi who was opposite him: "Let's rest first, we'll talk about things tomorrow."

Saying that, he lay down by himself.

After lying down, Ye Qinghe suddenly remembered something, sat up quickly and asked, "Are you afraid of the cold? Do you need a fire?"

He is already a fairy who doesn't know hot and cold, so he always forgets whether others need to be warmed.

Han Zixi shook his head and said, "No need, I don't feel warm or cold."

A person who won't grow old, wanders around, and doesn't feel warm or cold, what is it if it's not a ghost?

Ye Qinghe lay quietly on his straw, but kept his eyes on Han Zixi. However, no matter how he looked, he didn't find any ghostly aura on him. want to be close.

As Ye Qinghe looked at it, he felt drowsy. Originally, he just closed the curtain to rest his mind, but after nourishing it, he really fell asleep.

This sleep is very long.

He seemed to be dreaming, but he didn't seem to be. In such a half-asleep and half-awake state, Ye Qinghe heard an extremely shrill ghost crying. The sound almost tore through the eardrums and imprinted on his soul. He woke up from the sound and sat up suddenly.

Turning around, he found that Han Zixi was also awake, rubbing his eyes and looking at him in a daze.

Ye Qinghe frowned, always felt that after sleeping, the temperament of this person changed.

became more calm.

But Ye Qinghe didn't have the time to worry about these things at the moment, but turned his head to look outside the ruined temple, frowning: "What's going on?"

The shrill ghost cry still continued, and the sound was deafening.

"It's a ghost crying." Han Zixi looked out of the window and said calmly, "Someone touched the sadness of a ghost."

When he said this, the strange feeling in Ye Qinghe's heart became more intense, and he forced himself to focus on the ghost cry outside: "Go and see."

The noise was so loud that he couldn't fall asleep at all. Instead of lying in this ruined temple, it's better to go out and have a look.

Han Zixi, who was sitting next to him, glanced at Ye Qinghe, his eyes were indifferent, but he didn't say anything. He resigned to his fate and accompanied Ye Qinghe to get up, saying: "Let's go, listen to the voice, it seems to be coming from the other side of the tower."

Ye Qinghe and Han Zixi went out of the temple gate together and headed towards the city gate. After a while, they arrived at the gate of the city.

But the city gate at this time is completely different from the city gate during the day.

The guards on duty passed out on the city wall, and there were many ghosts coming and going beside them. They all had sad expressions on their faces, and they let out mournful cries. The cries mixed together, and finally merged into Ye Qing and the one who heard it before. The ear-piercing, mournful cry that I heard.

The ruined temple felt deafening from a long distance away, and Ye Qinghe wanted to cut off his ears and throw them away when he came so close. He regretted why he didn't sleep in the middle of the night and wanted to meddle in this business.

Just when Ye Qinghe was full of remorse, Han Zixi suddenly handed over an object beside him. Ye Qinghe looked down and saw that it was two balls of cotton.

He frowned: "This one can block the crying of this ghost."

At this time, Han Zixi seemed to have blocked his ears. Seeing Ye Qinghe was puzzled, he gestured to his own ears, signaling Ye Qinghe to put them on first.

Although Ye Qinghe didn't believe it, he was really troubled by the cries of ghosts, so he stuffed two balls of cotton into his ears. As soon as he put them in, he found that the deafening ghost cries had disappeared.

But also can't hear people talking.

Ye Qinghe was also very surprised that these two small balls of cotton could have such an effect.

Seeing Ye Qinghe bring the cotton, Han Zixi waved to Ye Qinghe, motioning him to come with her.

Ye Qing and Cong Shan Ru Liu followed.

The two walked around the city gate and came to a small narrow gate. Han Zixi motioned Ye Qinghe to go in, but Ye Qinghe recognized it as a dog's hole at a glance.

But in Tiangong, he was also respectfully called Ye Xiaoxianjun, how could he come to an unknown small city in the world to drill a dog's hole?

He waved his hand and refused.

Han Zixi persuaded Ye Qinghe a few times, but Ye Qinghe couldn't be persuaded, so she had no choice but to lean over and get out of the dog hole.

Ye Qinghe had cotton in his ears, and he didn't know if he had listened to Han Zixi's words. Seeing that he got in alone, he was very confused, so he stood there and waited.

Fortunately, the ghosts around were patronizing the mourning, but none of the ghosts noticed that Ye Qing and a living person were still standing beside him.

Ye Qinghe waited outside for quite a while before Han Zixi came out of the dog hole again, still holding the key to the city gate.

Seeing this scene, Ye Qinghe felt a little moved. He had already gone in, and he wanted to come out again with the key for him.

Han Zixi waved his hand, indicating that these are trivial matters.

The two opened the gate with the key and went up to the attic of the city gate together.