Lord Pluto: Ghost messengers catch ghosts in the human world every day

The red clouds in the sky are gradually closing, and the night is like a layer of veil, quietly covering the earth.

Wuliang and Jingming came back, they went around the mansion, but did not find any clues.

A group of people then separated again at night to look for clues at King Xian's Mansion.

Song Ting came to Princess Xian's yard alone, and he slipped into the yard quietly, wandering around under the locust tree.

He stared hard at the locust tree. The trunk of the tree was thick and curved, with luxuriant branches and leaves. The locust tree is a shade tree that can attract ghosts. Ordinary people would not plant it in their homes. A locust tree in the palace of the virtuous king is enough It's strange, I didn't expect Princess Xian to have another tree...

Song Ting frowned and thought, Yinmu... what can Yinmu do?Where there are shady trees, the yin energy is heavy, and the yin qi is heavy...the yin qi...the yin qi is heavy...can raise ghosts!

Song Ting was startled when he thought of this, recalling that Princess Xian had been holding an umbrella during the day and had never been exposed to the sun, the guess in his heart was one step closer.

He looked around, the surroundings were quiet except for the chirping of cicadas, he groped to Concubine Xian's room based on the memory of the day.

There was no one guarding the night outside Concubine Xian's room. Speaking of the situation during the day, there were fewer people serving Concubine Xian than Aunt Liu.

Song Ting pushed open the door quietly, and the silver moonlight poured out along the opened door. Song Ting walked into the room, turned around and closed the door gently.

Concubine Xian's room looked much simpler than Aunt Liu's room, and there were not many luxurious decorations in the room.

Song Ting quietly came to Concubine Xian's bedside and gently lifted the curtain. Concubine Xian was fast asleep on the bed. Song Ting took out a charm from his arms and approached Concubine Xian, but the spell never responded.

Song Ting was taken aback, how could there be no response?Did he guess wrong?

Concubine Xian moved a little at this time, she seemed to be about to wake up, Song Ting was startled, cast a spell with her fingertips, stretched out her hand and lightly touched her forehead, and she fell into a deep sleep immediately.

Song Ting breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at the spell in his hand, the spell had no response to her, but her behavior was indeed weird...

After thinking for a moment, Song Ting took out the saber from his waist, held Princess Xian's hand outside the quilt, and gently scratched her wrist with the knife.

If she was a human, bright red blood would flow out of the wound, and if she was a ghost, green blood would flow out of the wound.

Song Ting stared intently at the small wound on Concubine Xian's wrist, the flesh was split from both sides of the wound, but nothing flowed out of it.

Song Ting stared at the opening, nothing?How can it be?Could it be that the cut was not deep?

So Song Ting picked up the knife again, this time with a little strength, and scratched the wound again, the wound became deeper, but still no blood flowed out.

Song Ting frowned, no blood?He carefully looked at Concubine Xian, she had a ruddy complexion and steady breathing, she was neither a human nor a ghost, so what was she...

He looked at it for a while, but he couldn't see anything. He turned around and inspected Princess Xian's room. There were very few things in the room, a small wooden horse, some small dolls, and the rest were some expensive wooden furniture.

Song Ting went through them one by one, but found nothing abnormal.

He was a little unwilling, and finally found some clues. He turned around and stared at Princess Xian on the bed again, with deep eyes. What kind of species is she?

Turning his eyes to the wound, he pondered for a moment, filled his hands with soul power, and covered the wound, only to see the wound slowly heal.

Song Ting stared at that piece of pure white jade skin, what is she?Wuliang is the Taoist leader of Xuanyu Temple, he is well-informed, maybe he will know.

Thinking of this, Song Ting turned around and came out of Princess Xian's room, and then quietly closed the door.

Song Ting went back to his room and waited for them to come back. The night was getting darker. It was already midnight. Xue Yao came back first. After a little doubt:

"Why did you come back so early, what did you find?"

Song Ting made a cup of tea for Xue Yao, and the two of them sat down at the small stone round table under the He Huan tree in the courtyard. Song Ting talked about what happened at Princess Xian's mansion, as well as his previous doubts and temptations towards Princess Xian told him.

After hearing this, Xue Yao frowned slightly: "The Xian Wangfei is really weird, and it is unheard of that the wound is bloodless... When the Infinite Daoist comes back, he has been hunting ghosts for many years, he has seen a lot, maybe he will have a clue."

Song Ting nodded, he thought so too, and then thought of something, he paused while drinking tea, and the teacup rested on his lips.

Xue Yao noticed it, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Song Ting showed embarrassment, his earlobe was red, and he coughed in a low voice: "Cough... I want to ask you... do you have a marriage contract or a crush?"

Xue Yao was taken aback for a moment, as if infected by him somehow, his earlobe was also red, and his eyes began to wander from side to side: "No...no..."

The atmosphere around the two of them began to become strange.

Song Ting heaved a sigh of relief, his sword eyebrows frowned, and there was a trace of entanglement in his eyes: "That's right... that... that girl Ah Chan... she... she seems to have taken a fancy to you... you can think about it..."

Xue Yao just brought the teacup to his mouth, trying to cover up his blushing face, when he heard this, he choked on the tea:

"Cough... what did you say?"

Song Ting silently recounted that sentence completely again, and at the end he added a few sentences:

"Although, this person and ghosts are crossing races, but it is quite common for people and ghosts to end their relationship, and that girl Achan said that she is willing to wait for you to die before returning to the ghost world. She does not dislike your old age."

It was also the first time for Song Ting to talk to someone about matchmaking. He was not familiar with the business, and felt a little embarrassed that he was a big man saying this, so he couldn't help but blush.

Xue Yao looked weird: "Are you sure she likes me?"

Every time Ah-chan met him, she would either stare at the cakes in his mansion, or praise the cooks in his mansion for their good cooking skills. How did he know that Ah-chan liked him? !

Song Ting nodded: "Yes, she has been very excited since she came to your house, her eyes are bright every time she sees you, and she also said that it would be great if she could live in your house all the time, and she will be sure when she returns to the ghost world. I will miss the days of living here, and I heard her say a few days ago that if you can come to the ghost world, she will definitely prepare a lot of food for you."

This is enough to prove how much she loves him.

Xue Yao stroked his forehead helplessly, and sighed: "You are usually very smart, why don't you know anything about this?"

Song Ting's earlobes became even redder, and he looked up at him in bewilderment.

He continued: "Are you sure that her eyes are bright every time she sees me, isn't it because she wants to praise the cook in my house and eat more? I'm afraid I miss the food and food in the house if I want to live here all the time." Environment, as for what you said she was willing to wait for me in the ghost world, she probably felt sorry for eating too much."

Song Ting was taken aback for a moment, frowned and thought about it. After careful consideration, it seemed that this was indeed the case. Why did he regard these as love?

Thinking that he wanted to be a matchmaker for the two just now, Song Ting was extremely embarrassed, the heat rose up his cheeks, his whole body was like a cooked shrimp.

It was the first time Xue Yao saw Song Ting blushing, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised. It was rare for him to tease him: "Song Ting, although I have never liked anyone, I know a lot more about love than you. But you have to study hard.”

Song Ting was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say.