Small saccharin

Under the night, the entire valley was surrounded by mist, and the whistling wind was extremely sharp in my ears.

In the backyard of the manor, ghosts could be faintly seen flashing by without a sound, and from time to time, scarlet eyes fell on the human beings, exuding the light of greed and hatred.

The next second, the mop hit the evil ghost's head, and a female voice sounded like a nightmare: "Has the hot spring been cleaned? Is the water clear? I don't know if your benefactor will soak in the hot spring in the backyard in the future?"

The female ghost was as weak as a willow, her watery eyes stared at him persistently, and soon the evil ghost fled with a mop in her arms.

The female ghost turned around, looked at another evil ghost, and continued to ask: "Has the room been wiped clean? Is the new bed sheet ready? Is the hot water ready? Is the carpet covered? Walk barefoot, don't step on the floor!"

Her words were like a magic spell, and she kept chanting back and forth to every evil spirit. Everyone was devastated, and they could only work hard to get out of this difficult predicament as soon as possible.

Absolutely!

One of the evil spirits broke down and said to his companion: "She used to have no sense of existence here. After following that plague god, she looks pretty, but her personality is getting more and more perverted!"

The companion was panting from exhaustion, and persuaded him with difficulty: "Hurry up and leave her alone, she is the plague god's licking dog, Zhuang Chui, brain-dead fan, and monitor. Be careful, she brought the plague god's trumpet again!"

All the ghosts recalled the fear of being dominated by the trumpet, cursed at the same time, and quickly started to work.

In the early morning, Zhuang Jiuxi came to the backyard, and a cool wind came blowing in his face, followed by a clean and tidy gravel road. On both sides of the road, a row of trees were moved from somewhere and planted. It looked vibrant and green .

Good guy... Is this still the backyard that no one has lived in for more than ten years?

He continued to walk in, opened a door casually, and everything he saw was clean and tidy, with soft carpets on the floor, comfortable sofa chairs and coffee tables on the balcony, and a thoughtful bed next to it. Soft sherpa blanket.

"Mr. Zhuang, can you see if there is anything else that needs to be cleaned up?"

The female voice behind made Zhuang Jiuxi turn his head away, and saw the female ghost lady standing not far away, with her head slightly lowered, quite charming.

"Did the lady tidy it up?" He was surprised and said gratefully: "It's all very good, much better than I imagined, I can clean up such a good room in one night, I don't know what to say at all gone."

The female ghost girl pursed her lips and smiled at him, and said in a low voice, "You can just call me Aye. Besides the room, I also asked them to clean the entire courtyard. I hope it can make you feel more at ease."

Oh my god... did you clean up the entire backyard in one night?

I haven’t seen a single ghost now, you’re probably exhausting them all...

Zhuang Jiuxi admired her efficiency very much, and said: "Then you can call me Xiaozhuang or Jiuxi, you can call me whatever, don't be so extravagant."

After finishing speaking, he found that the female ghost Aye frowned, showing a embarrassed expression.

Zhuang Jiuxi hurriedly explained: "Or you think it's too close, and you still call me Mr. Zhuang or other names you are used to, it's fine..."

"really?"

The female ghost Aye showed a joyful expression, and said, "Any name is fine?"

"Ah?" Zhuang Jiuxi was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly said: "...it's all right."

He clicked, this girl didn't fall in love with her because he helped her lose weight successfully, did she?

But he had only experienced Shen Yunqi's deception, and he hadn't found Brother Gui yet, so he was really not in the mood to deal with a relationship.

He was a little flustered.

That girl, Aye, looked eighteen or nineteen years old, beautiful, pure, and touching. She looked at Zhuang Jiuxi with affectionate and complicated eyes, with gratitude and appreciation, and a hint of dependence.

She said softly: "I don't like Bai Youlin, but I envy him that he can always be by Engong's side. If you don't mind, I want to be like him..."

The girl lowered her head and smiled shyly, then looked up and looked at Zhuang Jiuxi, and shouted emotionally: "Dad—!"

???

Zhuang Jiuxi's expression froze.

The female ghost yelled, her face flushed with embarrassment, and her figure disappeared in a flash, leaving only Zhuang Jiuxi standing there alone in a mess in the wind.

What the hell? !

If you want to be like Bai Youyu, you mean calling me Dad like him?

This logic simply made him stupid.

Not long after, Yuan Bai Xing and Gui Tong also came to join in the fun, a demon and a ghost walked around in a circle, admiring: "Not bad, not bad, the cleaning is really good, these little devils are really quick at work!"

Zhuang Jiuxi came back to his senses, and told them what happened just now with complicated emotions.

"The room was cleaned up by the female ghost lady. Before she left, she said she wanted to call me differently..."

Yuan Baixing said firmly: "She wants to confess to you?"

Bai Youlin's complexion changed drastically, and he blurted out: "No way! If the madman finds out, he will beat us to death!"

Zhuang Jiu said expressionlessly, "She wants to call me daddy."

The other two: "..." Oh.

"Congratulations on the birth of your son and daughter."

"roll!"

Zhuang Jiuxi was severely hit and left cursing.

But fortunately, the background income soon cured him.

Although "I'm Scared of Poor Ghosts" is a small white manga, it focuses on lighthearted and cheerful fast food, but the overall tone has never collapsed, so this time with Pei Qingxi's help, it quickly entered the public's field of vision, and the data big bang.

Although it is not a work with depth and connotation, it can be used to delight the body and mind and adjust the mood.

It is no exaggeration to say that Zhuang Jiuxi has now fully experienced the feeling of making money every day.

However, the accompanying pressure is also extremely heavy.

It's difficult to live up to the reputation, and there are praises and criticisms under the comments. Whether it's comments on the good or bad of the plot or thoughts on the characters, it is easy to quarrel.

And these readers, who were ten times or a hundred times more than usual, naturally brought him more pressure.

Zhuang Jiuxi opened the Xingman website and looked at it. He didn't say anything, but continued to broadcast live.

He wanted to postpone the update.

Watching the quarrel in the comment area makes my brain hurt.

The live broadcast was very early today, so it was already broadcast in the evening. After dinner, Zhuang Jiuxi and Yuan Dabai searched the backyard.

Unfortunately nothing.

Zhuang Jiuxi walked into the Buddhist hall, which was already deserted and ruined, completely different from the picture in the dream. He sighed and said, "The Shen family's schemes were calculated, and in the end, except for Shen Yunqi, there was no one left alive."

Even that little girl, although she killed Shen's father, she must have died at the hands of the red-eyed clansmen.

Yuan Baixing looked at his rather touched expression, tilted his head, and comforted him: "This is what every race will experience in the end, don't be sad, anyway, we will die in the future, and Shen Yunqi will die too. "

Zhuang Jiuxi felt much better, "That's right, Lao Wangba must die before me."

When I'm in a good mood, I want to be a demon.

Pointing to the erected faceless bronze statue, he suggested: "I remember that the young Shen Yunqi came out from here. There should be a mysterious passage there. Shall we go in and explore?"

As he spoke, he stepped forward and pulled it, and a cloud of dust rushed to his face, "Ahem, ahem——!"

Zhuang Jiuxi was choked and coughed.

"Is there no ghost cleaning inside?"

How dirty is the old hole that is more than ten years old!

Yuan Baixing looked at it, shook his head, and said, "Not only that, but the hole looks so small that the two of us can't get in."

The two looked at each other, "Why don't you go back to wash and sleep?"

"go!"

The two salted fish went back hand in hand.

Today is still a day of no harvest.

Because he wanted to solve all the problems as soon as possible, Zhuang Jiuxi moved into the backyard early. He originally thought that he would be so nervous that he would not be able to sleep on the first day, but he didn't expect that he would yawn profusely as soon as he lay down on the bed.

Sleepy... unscientifically sleepy...!

With this in mind, he took a deep breath and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he knew that he must have entered a dream again.

This time, which memory of Shen Yunqi will I see?A follow-up to his fall into the pond?

With this mentality in mind, Zhuang Jiuxi opened his eyes, but what he saw was a tall pillar in front of him. He subconsciously took two steps back, and then he realized what was wrong?

He raised his head, looked around, and found that he was in a Buddhist hall, but for some reason, the chairs, wooden table and even the bronze statue in front of him were magnified a thousand times, which looked huge and terrifying.

and many more……!

Zhuang Jiuxi faced a mirror, and the mirror reflected his current appearance, no longer from the perspective of a bystander, but...a paper figure the size of a palm.

He has short hair, a pair of fluffy fox ears on his head, and a big fiery red tail flicking around behind his paper body.

How did you become a paper man?

Zhuang Jiuxi frowned, showed a serious expression in the mirror, and then saw his face stretched into a bun shape.

Ah... quite a Q version.

The next second, he suddenly felt his body shake, as if he had awakened his self-awareness, and was not under his control. He jumped onto the chair and tried to climb up.

"Hey, hey... what's going on! I don't want to go up!"

His shouts were useless, his body was still hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey he jumped up on the chair and up the table small hole.

Depend on!

His face was covered in dust, Zhuang Jiuxi shook his head desperately, finally regained the autonomy of his body, and shook the dust away, but his body shook, followed by a sense of weightlessness.

He fell into the hole.

Then the little piece of paper fluttered and fluttered, and landed on a big white hand.

Well……?

Paper Xiaozhuang raised his head in a daze, it was dark here, through the faint light from the entrance of the cave, he met a pair of purple pupils.

The paper man froze.

Shen Yunqi——!

Could it be that he not only entered the dream this time, but was also caught by Shen Yunqi in the dream?

The next second, the big hand was raised, casually wiped the dust off Zhi Pianzhuang's face, and pinched his fluffy fox ears.

Zhuang Jiuxi shook his ears sensitively, and suddenly heard the other party's hoarse voice asking faintly: "Where did you go today?"

This voice... Zhuang Jiuxi suddenly raised his head to look at the man, and called out in surprise, "Brother Gui?"

Mr. Li Gui's expression appeared cold and calm, without any emotional ups and downs, completely indifferent and self-closing when he lived alone, completely different from when he was facing Zhuang Jiuxi.

He stretched out his hand, fiddled with Xiaozhuang's head twice, picked up the paper figurine and shook it, the dust was shaken out, and Zhuang Jiuxi was shaken to the point where he was in a mess.

gosh……!

Zhuang Jiuxi didn't have time to speak, and the world was spinning for a while, and finally lay powerlessly in the man's big hand, wondering who am I and where am I...?

Was it so exciting to be a paper man?

"Brother Ghost... Where is this..." He asked with difficulty.

Mr. Li Gui said lightly: "In my dream."

"Eh? Do you also dream?" Zhuang Jiu analyzed his sluggish brain slowly regaining consciousness, and asked, "Then why am I in the image of a paper man?"

He raised his head and looked at the man ignorantly.

Mr. Li Gui looked at him expressionlessly, stretched out his hand to poke Paper Piece Zhuang's cheek, and said as a matter of course, "Because you are the paper pup that I imagined in my dream."

Paper Zhuang stood up in his palm, pinched his waist and asked seriously: "So you want to take revenge in your dream because I like to bully you who turned into a piece of paper?"

"if not?"

Mr. Li Gui didn't have the kind of helpless connivance towards the little boy in his dream. He even bent his fingers a little viciously, and gave the little boy a headache. Then, seeing the dizzy look of Zhi Pianzhuang, the corners of his lips couldn't help but slightly Shang Yang commented lightly: "It's pretty cute."

Zhuang Jiuxi was thrown out by a brain burst, and he sat down on his buttocks. Looking at the man's upright and childish appearance, he was completely dumbfounded.

It was the first time he had seen such a ghost brother!

"But I'm not the tool man created in your dream."

Zhuang Jiuxi blinked and said, "Brother Gui...you have disappeared in reality for a long time. I moved to live in the backyard on purpose today. I didn't expect to enter your dream..."

He paused, and added: "It turns out that you not only know how to sleep and dream, but also take revenge on me in your dreams."

The corners of Mr. Li Gui's slightly curved lips froze.

At this moment, his pupils dilated slightly, he even looked a little frightened, and he called out hesitantly: "Little brat?"

"Brother Ghost!"

The little brat groaned and looked at him with aggrieved eyes, "It hurts so much from being hit by you...!"

Mr. Li Gui restrained his smile and looked at him expressionlessly: "..."

Zhuang Jiuxi shook his ears, and continued to sigh quietly, "And I didn't know it before, so you also think I'm cute."

Mr. Ghost: "..."

Zhuang Jiuxi continued to add: "You can still laugh, you are so emotional in the dream."

Mr. Ghost: "..."

This feeling is probably social death.