Little Mr. is one hundred years old

"Smell, you're back."

When Qing Huan entered the door, Xiao Rui was mopping the floor - Xiao Rui had gradually returned to her normal work and rest habits during this time, she really felt that she had a sense of security and support, and of course she would not do that kind of flesh and blood again Business, it can be said that this is her happiest period of time.

"Well, Mom, I'm going back to my room first."

"it is good."

Qing Huan walked briskly to the door of his room, and when he opened the door to enter, he felt that something was wrong - because he saw at a glance that the positions of many things in his room had changed, and it was obvious that someone had moved his things.

Qing Huan frowned and turned around: "Mom, have you ever entered my room?"

Xiao Rui looked up: "No... Oh, by the way, your Uncle Zheng said that there was something naked in your room, so he asked me to get the key and went in to get it."

Hearing this, Qing Huan's expression changed, he went in and went straight to his bedside table, he took out a box from it, opened it, his hands tightened - it was gone...

Zheng Cong...

Qing Huan gritted his teeth, and he walked out: "Mom, where did Uncle Zheng go?"

"Oh, he said that his friend had something to do, so he went out, and I didn't ask where he was going." Xiao Rui asked, "I heard, did you ask Uncle Zheng for something?"

"Yes, there is something important." Qing Huan gritted her teeth.

Seeing Qing Huan's expression changed, Xiao Rui was about to speak when Qing Huan's cell phone rang.

Qing Huan saw that it was Lou Zhao's call.

"Hello?" Qing Huan walked back into the room while answering the phone, and closed the door.

"Why, the tone is so bad? Who offended you?"

"Would you be in a better mood if you lost your things?" Qing Huan said angrily.

"It turns out that I lost something..." Lou Zhao prolonged the ending: "It just so happened that I got something and it didn't hit the ground. Is it the same thing you lost..."

Outside the room, Xiao Rui looked at Qing Huan's room worriedly. After a while, she saw her son who had just returned came out again with a bag on his back, walking in a hurry——

"Mom, I have something to go out, so you don't need to prepare dinner for me."

"Ah?...Ah..."

Xiao Rui watched him go out, and finally began to have this thought—whether she cared too little for this son...

Besides Qing Huan, he went out and took a taxi directly to the teahouse pointed by Lou Zhao. When he entered Lou Zhao's box, Lou Zhao was drinking tea there alone.

Qing Huan sat down opposite him, and complained: "I thought you would let me go to a bar or something, but I didn't expect it to be such an antique place."

Lou Zhao put down the teacup and said with a smile, "I think you'll like it better here."

"Unfortunately, I'm not in the mood right now," Qing Huan raised her chin: "Take that thing out."

Lou Zhao smiled slightly, took out a rectangular box from the side, and pushed it in front of Qing Huan: "Look, is it this?"

Qing Huan immediately opened it to look, and sure enough, lying there was the jade flute that Qing Huan kept in her bedside cabinet.The expression on his face instantly relaxed——

"Fortunately, I got it back."

Lou Zhaodao: "When I went to inspect the store this afternoon, the store manager showed it to me. He said it was a good item, so someone pawned it. When I saw it, it turned out to be this item... Tell me, isn't it? coincide?"

"The pawn came to your house, it's not a coincidence, it's luck." Qing Huan sighed: "I hid it in my room, I never thought it would be stolen."

"Is that your...Uncle Zheng?"

"Who else is there other than this one who is open to money?" Qing Huan curled her lips: "If he knows that there is a ghost living in the thing he stole, I don't know what expression he will have."

"Do you want me to teach him a lesson for you?"

"Okay," Qing Huan half-jokingly said, "It's enough to kill others." The reason for rejecting M before was because Qing Huan was really afraid of killing people with M's methods, and Lou Zhao is a human being, so he has a sense of propriety.

Lou Zhao poured Qing Huan a cup of tea: "Drink and watch."

Qing Huan picked up the teacup, smelled it first, then took a sip, and bent the corners of her mouth: "Enshi Yulu...it's green in color and delicious in taste, I haven't had such a pure drink for a long time."

"As long as you like it." Lou Zhao looked at Qing Huan and smiled.

Being stared at by him like this, Qing Huan frowned: "What are you looking at me for?"

"I'm thinking..." Lou Zhao said slowly, "It's obviously so different from the original appearance, why can I still recognize you..."

"Okay, I admit that you are very good, can you?"

Lou Zhao raised his eyebrows; "I am honored to be recognized by you."

"..."

"The dim sum in this tea room is very good, do you want to try it?"

"It just so happens that I'm hungry too."

The two of them had a very pleasant time sharing refreshments together. After the end, Lou Zhao personally drove Qing Huan home and watched him enter the house——

Lou Zhao rolled up the car window, took out his mobile phone and made a call——

"How about it, is there any result of what I asked you to investigate?"

"..."

"Tracking lost?"

"..."

"Trash, wait for me to go back."

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"Baixi...Baixi...you come out...come out..."

Qing Huan summoned the jade flute for a long time, but there was no response at all.

"Strange...why don't you come out?"

Qing Huan tried for a while, but there was still no result.He couldn't help being a little discouraged, lying on the bed and looking at the jade flute, he murmured: "Could it be that Zheng Cong broke something...Bai Xi, why don't you come out? I have a lot of things to ask you Woolen cloth……"

Qing Huan fell asleep without knowing it.

After an unknown amount of time, he was awakened by a voice——

"Bai Qinghuan, save me...you come and save me...save me..."

That voice...is Bai Xi's voice!

Qing Huan was vigilant, followed the sound, and followed all the way until she reached a wild mountain path. Qing Huan saw a group of white-clothed men in front of them holding night lights and marching in line—this scene is very familiar...

Qing Huan saw the figure who was grouping with those men in white, and her eyes widened - it was Bai Xi!

Qing Huan remembered who those white-clothed men were, and he rushed over to grab Bai Xi's hand directly: "Bai Xi, come with me!"

Bai Xi raised her head, her face was pale, she opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't make a sound.

"Who dares to rob my ghost soul?"

Following the cold and stern voice, another white figure flew to Qing Huan from far and near, and he was seen in white clothes and a white hat, with an elegant figure. Although the hood covered his upper half of his face, Qing Huan still had a glance I recognized it - it was a heavy eggplant.

"Heavy eggplant..."

Chong Kee took off his hat, revealing his handsome face, the red lotus mark on his forehead was particularly conspicuous: "Who are you, that you know my name?"

Qing Huan was surprised—Chong Qie couldn't recognize herself? !

Seeing that Qing Huan didn't answer, Chong Qie said to himself: "It's weird, I can't recognize your face, and even your voice is not very clear... What is your origin?"

He said that he couldn't recognize his own face and voice—could it be that M had done something before?

But it's okay--

"I want to take him away." Qing Huan pointed to Bai Xi and said.

Zhongjia sneered: "He is the dead soul we have been looking for for many days, and now he refuses to return to the underground palace, I advise you not to overestimate yourself, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

This is the first time that Qing Huan has heard Chong Kee speak in such a cold way——

"I think you've got the wrong person. He's not the ghost you're looking for." He was talking about searching for a long time, and no matter how you think about it, it can't be Bai Xi...it should be Xiao Wen's soul.

"Is there a mistake? Let's go back and judge ourselves. As for you..." Chong Ke suddenly stopped speaking, and his eyes stopped on the things in Qing Huan's hand.

Following his gaze, Qing Huan saw the jade flute that she had been holding in her hand all along, and Chong Ke's eyes seemed to be interested in this thing...

"Why is this soul-hunting flute in your hand?"

"Hunting flute?" Qing Huan raised the flute: "You mean this thing?" It actually has a name... Is it really a treasure?Bai Xi said that this was what Hei Wuchang gave him back then...

"This underground palace has lost objects for more than a hundred years. Where did you come from?"