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Chapter 197 Liao Zhai Night Chapter (5)
Chapter 197
In the end, Yan Chixia still couldn't stop her eagerness to try, so she went to the north of the city with Fan Wujiu to arrest her soul.
Along the way, Fan Wujiu remained silent, holding chains and shackles in his hands, and floated forward very fast.
Su Shunqing followed behind, her speed was not too fast, but she never fell behind, which caused Fan Wujiu to look sideways, and he looked sideways several times.
Su Shunqing pulled a few wild flowers and held them in her hands. Seeing that he was looking sideways again, she asked with a smile: "Ba Ye, why do you always watch me, be careful that your wife beats you."
Fan Wujiu's mind flashed the appearance of Xie Bi'an's white and tender flesh, with reddish ears, he hesitated for a while and said: "No, although he is a cheap talker, he is very good to ghosts."
"Really?" She walked along with him, tilted her head, and took the lead in probing the doubts in his heart: "Are you wondering why I haven't lagged behind, wondering why I can see you?"
Fan Wujiu pursed his lips, turned his eyes away, and didn't look at her.
"You have a lot of yin energy," Fan Wujiu gave a psychologically comforting explanation. Even a very yin person with a lot of yin energy cannot communicate with ghosts without any burden.
"Hey, Master Ba, why didn't you see Master Qi today?" She changed the subject.
"He has something to do, and this is the only errand in the north of the city today." He alone is enough.
Fan Wujiu was diverted from the topic by her, and he didn't notice this, and Xie Bian's displeased and petite appearance flashed across his mind, with a smile on his lips.
"Then look at me like this, is it okay?" Su Shunqing said, and transformed into Xie Bi'an's white-faced gentleman.
When Fan Wujiu saw it, he was shocked, and the chains in his hands collided with each other and made a tinkling sound.
"You...you...you are not human?"
Su Shunqing wrinkled her little nose, snorted, and replied with Xie Bi'an's face and voice: "Ba Ye, why are you cursing people?"
"That's right, I'm a ghost messenger now, so I'm naturally not a human being." She added in a low voice, and the wild flowers in her hands turned into shackles and chains. She raised her eyebrows, and asked : "Baye, look at me like this, okay?"
Fan Wujiu's expression was complicated. In the end, he could only knock out his teeth and swallow all kinds of questions. He couldn't see her origin, and he couldn't force her to ask her if she didn't tell her. Besides, she knew his boss, Judge Lu. No matter how you look at it, she is not a woman to be provoked, so let her go.
Fan Wujiu opened up the idea of Buddhism, and everything depends on fate.
The two traveled to the east of Tiaoxi River in Heishan, north of Jinhua City. Several families lived here, one of which was a scholar named He, whose nickname was Zixiao.
When the two entered He Zixiao's study, they saw him lying on the bed with a pale and sickly face. On one side was a young man about fourteen or fifteen years old who looked like a beautiful woman. Her skin is like jade, her face is like a flower, and she looks like an alluring girl.
"It's really this coquettish fox and a perverted scholar." Su Shunqing looked at Xie Bi'an's face and sighed with Lu Pan's judgment, one is greedy for beauty, the other is greedy for mortals, death is not a pity.
"Let's take this He Sheng away," she said a little excitedly. It was Su Shunqing's first time as a ghost messenger, but Huai Shu had cultivated herself for 500 years, and she was a great demon.
Seeing that the two people approached He Zixiao, a handsome young man came out of He Zixiao's body. Fan Wujiu said "There is no salvation for those who break the law", and He Zixiao slipped into it in a daze. In the shackles, let Fan Wujiu lead him away.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the king of Hades wants you to die on the third watch, so you can't go to the fifth watch, ghost messengers work, and idlers stay away..." At this time, the sound of gongs and drums sounded in the distance.
After hearing the sound of gongs and drums, He Zixiao seemed to come back to his senses, and suddenly burst into tears. He glanced at Huang Jiulang who was lying on the side of the bed, and wailed, "Jiulang, Jiulang, save me, save me..."
Seeing that it was useless, he begged Fan Wujiu for mercy again: "My lord, my lord, let me have another word with Jiulang."
Huang Jiulang beside the bed couldn't see the entanglement between He Zixiao and the ghost messenger. Seeing that he was out of breath on the bed, he leaned on him and began to cry bitterly. He cried bitterly, "He Sheng, He Sheng, it was Jiulang who harmed you. Humans and monsters have different paths, and the harmony of yin and yang is the right way. You and I are both men, how can we be together, woo... woo..."
"Fuck, you didn't hear the phrase 'Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the king of Hades wants you to die on the third watch, so he can't let you go to the fifth watch', babbling and talking nonsense."
Seeing "Xie Bi'an", Fan Wujiu yelled at He Zixiao, holding a brick he brought from nowhere in his hand, and knocked it on his head.
Have you ever seen a ghost bleed?
Have you ever seen a ghost cry?
Fan Wujiu was silent, thought for a while, fortunately he didn't offend this aunt before, and started a fight if he didn't agree with each other.
Su Shunqing raised an innocent and kind smile, and said: "Baye, I tell you, you can't be kind to ghosts, like this kind of stalking, playing with people, vixen, oh, it's useless for a vixen to be emotional. He is still a scholar, so he should be beaten, and he should not be spared lightly."
She clapped her hands and threw the brick in her hand casually.
Fan Wujiu's gaze shifted from her to the blood-stained brick, and he suddenly realized that Qi Ye was really gentle and considerate to him, and he blamed his colleagues for setting it off.
He Zixiao passed out, and then woke up faintly after a while. When he woke up, he couldn't help shaking, and looked at the white and clean ghost officer in fear, and looked at the quiet and delicate official officer. Hitting people when they disagree is so cruel.
"Hello—is that Huang Jiulang?"
Fan Wujiu saw her appear again with the appearance of "Xie Bi'an", and yelled in Huang Jiulang's ear, and the whole ghost gave up on this soul arresting errand.
I'm a bit broken, what should I do? ——Fan Wujiu thought with a blank expression.
Huang Jiulang was still a young man who was not obsessed with the world. He was startled, blinked his hazy peach blossom eyes, and choked up, "You... who are you?"
Xie Bi'an's face is gentle and quiet, it is easy to give people a good impression and lower people's, no, the fox's guard.
"You can just call me Seventh Master," she hugged her chest, and said condescendingly, "Why are you crying, maybe people still don't love you? Crying and crying, everyone is dead, don't cry, go home quickly, your mother Waiting for you to go home for dinner."
Huang Jiulang was sobbing, apparently frightened, and hiccupped.
"He took you by force and took you by force. You still have feelings for him. You are sick. You know, if you are sick, you need to be treated." Stockholm syndrome?
Huang Jiulang opened his small mouth slightly, startled by the shocking words, stunned and at a loss.
At this time, outside there was a plainly dressed quack doctor passing by with a white canvas in one hand, and the sound of footsteps came to everyone's ears.
She said: "The medicine will arrive as soon as it is said, comparable to Cao Aman. You are sick, he has the medicine, a natural couple, a perfect match"
"doctor--"
(End of this chapter)