Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/   The latest work of Xiangnan Xiaoxiaosheng! Of course, the black-clad ghost Wang Dingkun must have followed us.

After entering the room, Tianhong immediately ran to the bed impatiently, leaned down, and shouted: "But I'm so tired of me."

"How old are you? You dare to call yourself a master in front of me!" I scolded half-jokingly.

Tianhong just slept with his head, but he was too lazy to pay attention to me.

Seeing him wandering aside and ignoring me, I could only walk to the bed with tactfulness and fell down like a cartilage snake. I couldn't help but complain, "I can finally rest!"

"You guys go to bed quickly, I'll give you a vigil."

Wang Dingkun's voice sounded right in front of us.

Compared to his cold voice before, there seemed to be a bit more grievance in his tone.

I know that the death of Wang Ruomei and Lao Jintou will have a great blow to him.

Although he has been an old ghost who has been dead for more than ten years, his feelings have not disappeared with his body. The ancients often said that people are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless? In fact, ghosts are not plants and trees. There is also no shortage of good ghosts with affection and righteousness in the world.

Wang Ruomei's death was indeed too cruel for these two people and ghosts who had been away for more than twenty years.

After so many years of separation, I have deviated from so many people and things. However, after meeting again, this person and ghost have only been together for less than an hour, and they immediately flew away again. It is really sad.

I reached out and patted Tianhong's back, and gestured to him to comfort Wang Dingkun with my eyes.

Unexpectedly, Tianhong was too lazy to be like a pig, and still crawled on the bed without moving, without even raising his eyelids.

I was so angry that I cursed "Idiot" in my heart.

Alas, it seems that I can only rely on myself who is not good at speaking to comfort Wang Dingkun.

I cleared my throat, sat up from the bed with difficulty, facing Wang Dingkun, and said calmly: "Wang Dingkun, although you still look like a boy, you are actually much older than me, and you can even be regarded as an "old ghost".

"So I won't talk much about the great truth to you. You understand the truth that people cannot be resurrected when they die. After all, you have died once, so you have some experience in this regard."

"What's more, even if Miss Ruomei is not dead, you will never be together."

Wang Dingkun lowered his head, stood by silently, and did not answer me immediately.

Seeing that he was silent, I thought he had not yet opened his heart, so I comforted him again, "Go back to Baishui Village tomorrow. Since Wuyuan said that you and I were both born to be cursed by boys' lives, can we go against the will of heaven and change our fate together?"

After I finished saying this, Wang Dingkun raised his head and said with a wry smile: "Yiyang, don't worry, you are my first friend, and I will protect you from being fully prepared no matter what."

"No matter how many dangers there are in the future, Long Xueyan and I will be by your side and protect you, so you don't have to worry about whether I will follow you."

"Ah, you misunderstood what I mean. I am not worried that you will not go back to Baishui Village with me. I just don't want you to be affected by Ruomei's death. Do you understand?"

I looked at Wang Qingkun with a sincere look and responded with a heartfelt heart.

"Oh, you two are so quarrelsome, are you still not allowed to sleep?" Tianhong lay on the bed and scolded angrily.

Wang Dingkun smiled bitterly at me when he heard this and said calmly: "Yiyang, you go to bed quickly, I'm fine."

After saying that, he had turned into a ray of blue smoke and disappeared.

I guess I was hiding in the corner and crying alone?

Of course I don’t know if ghosts will cry, haha, it’s just my personal speculation at that time.

I really have no good idea about Wang Ruomei's death. After all, I am not Zhu Youshi. I don't understand the secret techniques of flesh and bones of people who live and die, and I don't understand the devilish magic of refining souls into ghosts.

At that moment, he could only shake his head helplessly, collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

People often say that there is something to think about the day and dream about the night, and it seems that there is indeed such a situation.

Maybe it was because I experienced too many things during the day that I started to have a strange nightmare shortly after I fell asleep.

In my dream, I returned to the old house of the Female Gui Chunsang again, and the house was already empty, just like I dreamed last night.

The moldy stool fell to the ground in a row, and the already decaying wooden table leaned obliquely beside the wall on the southeast side of the house, just like fighting with Wuxin and others that night.

However, tonight, I was the only one standing alone in this cold old house. Apart from my own breathing, I couldn't even feel a trace of popularity.

Just when I was standing alone in the center of the gloomy house, the familiar "hehe" sounded again in the inner room of the house, exactly the same as the baby laughing that night I heard outside the old house.

The laughter pierced directly into my eardrums like a sound from the Nine Nether Hell, and the pores immediately stood up unconsciously.

With a curiosity, I kept my mind steady, then slowly moved my steps and walked towards the inner room in fear.

Try to make the whole story of this laughter clear.

Otherwise, it would be a solution to keep pestering me like this.

After all, this is the second night in a row that I have dreamed of this inexplicable laughter.

With such a mentality of breaking axe and sinking into the boat, I slowly walked from the hall of the old house to the door of the inner room.

As I got closer to the small door of the inner room, my heart became more and more creepy, as if my scalp was about to explode, and I was both afraid and curious.

But I also felt that something bad was peeking at me in the darkness, which made my back feel cold.

When I stood at the door of the inner room, I looked around carefully.

Apart from the chairs and rotten wooden tables in the hall, I didn't find anything special.

As I looked around, a "hehe" chuckle came out from the inner room again.

Just like a magic sound, when I was unprepared, it instantly rushed into my eardrums and reached my mind.

So much so that my already nervous heart was even more frightened and jumped wildly.

I took a deep breath outside the door, adjusted my mood again, and finally reached out to push the door of the inner room.

As the creaking sound suddenly rang in this quiet old house, everything inside the door also came into my eyes.

It's strange that it was clearly a big night, but I could see all the things in the inner room.

Logically speaking, the old house of the female hanging ghost should be dark. After all, I heard Wu Tian talk about the pattern of this old house before, which is a yin evil situation facing east and west, and the sunlight cannot shine into the room at all.

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Chapter completed!