The woman was covered in the air of a ghost. It seemed that her life had ended and she turned into a lonely ghost and lingered in the world.

There was a gust of wind in the room, as if an evil ghost was exhaling in the ears of a person, and the ghosts cried and howled.

Su Caicai's face turned pale, and she subconsciously hid behind Gong Jiu and grabbed his sleeve when she encountered an emergency.

But she turned around and there was no trace of Gong Jiu behind her.

Su Caicai was stunned and her heart was slightly sour.

The long eyelashes drooped gently.

A depressed smile came out from the corner of his mouth.

She almost forgot that she had left that person.

Gong Jiu was probably comforting Yu Wanchan at this time.

The white cat meowed, jumped onto Su Caicai's head lightly, scratched Su Caicai hard, and grabbed her scalp tightly.

The sad emotions were swept away.

Su Caicai grinned in pain and shouted maniacly: "Okay, okay, I don't want him, you come down quickly!" He reached out and hugged Viagra, who was scrambling his head, stuffed it into his arms, and the four claws that were holding it was not allowed to scratch people any longer.

"Miss Fairy, Miss Fairy, Miss Fairy, I'm not a bad person, don't kill me..." The slender woman who was pressed by Qiongqi with her sharp claws raised her head, with a pretty face with tears in her eyes, and a mole on her right eye was covered with flower girls, white background and pink makeup, red lips, and she cried so hard that the pear blossoms were raining, and cicadas were dewed in autumn branches. Only then did Su Caicai notice that she was wearing a playboo with gold embroidered clouds and quartz patterns and shiny robe.

This girl must have been very beautiful during her lifetime.

Unfortunately, my makeup was so cunning after my death.

White face and red lips, eye sockets are blue and purple, eyes are covered with blood and tears, and black silk is like a waterfall.

Damn it, help me! There is a female ghost here!

Su Caicai was so scared that she pissed on the verge of the bed, curled up into a ball and shivered.

The white cat scratched Su Caicai's claws with a heart-wrenching regret, and shouted sharply: "Meow! Meow! Meow!"

Su Caicai had several blood marks on the back of her hand, so she had to bite the bullet and shout, "Okay, okay, I'll go down, don't hit me!"

The white cat glared at Su Caicai fiercely, and then he withdrew his sharp claws.

Su Caicai was tearful and had a vague regret. If she had known that Virus was so fierce, she wouldn't have turned it down the mountain.

However, if there were no Viagra and Qiongqi, Su Caicai would have died even worse.

She carefully looked at the female ghost in the middle of the room who was pressed to the ground by Qiongqi, with her blue eyes and bloody eyes, which was very jealous.

Su Caicai shivered hard.

Well, it will definitely be even worse.

The white cat grabbed Su Caicai's back of her hand and stared at her eyes.

"Okay, okay, don't urge me, I'll go down and see." Su Caicai said crying, her scalp numb, she tightened her heart and jumped out of bed tremblingly, and walked to the slender woman with some timidity.

The voice trembled and cried.

"You, who are you? What are you doing when you break into my house in the middle of the night?"

The woman raised a colorful Huadan face, and a vermilion-red tear mole fell under her right eye, like a lover's tears, like crying and complaining.

Her bloody eyes burst into tears and she cried pitifully: "Miss Fairy, my name is Yanzhi, and I am the concubine of the city lord, Jian Lin. Today, you have been following you when you enter the city and want to ask you for help, but the two divine beasts around you are really too careful, and the aura of the Demon Lord, I am afraid that I will be beaten to death by them before I get close to you... But tonight, I went to Jian Mansion again, Alin... Alin, who is like that, I really can't help it. Even if I lose my soul, I will try it here, just ask him not to slap himself again..."

The woman stretched out her two white fat blood arms in panic, and her long and sharp nails climbed forward desperately, as if she wanted to grab Su Caicai's trouser legs. The blood and tears in her eyes became thicker, and overflowed with her eyes, and a sad red mark was dyed on the white, pink and blue face.

"Miss Fairy, please let me meet Alin..."

Su Caicai's face turned pale. Yanzhi was now like this. Her blood-red and black nails were covered in blood and tears, and her hair was fluffy, like a life-seeking evil spirit. Su Caicai quickly took a few steps back, afraid that Yanzhi's hands would grab her legs and feet and arrest her into evil prison.

Yanzhi's voice is soft and soft, with a delicate voice lingering, and a good voice. When she cries like a sarcastic sound, she is like a magical sound piercing her ears.

Sorrowful and sad, ghosts cry and gods howl.

It makes the scalp numb and the calf tremble.

Su Caicai's face turned pale and she cried, "Yanzhi, stop crying, stop crying, can't I help you? Stop crying, please!"

Seeing the situation, Qiongqi withdrew his sharp claws, turned into a black cat, walked to the white cat, half-standing his body, and looked at Su Caicai.

Yanzhi escaped from Qiongqi's sharp claws and wiped the tears from her face. She cried like a cat with thick makeup. She kowtowed to Su Caicai in a hurry, and then and then, bleeding from her forehead. She cried and laughed: "Thank you Miss Fairy, thank you Miss Fairy!"

Jian Mansion.

The stone lion stands quietly and the lanterns are hung high.

It was late at night, and no one walked on the street, and only people shouted hoarsely.

"The heavenly stems are impatient, be careful of the fire candle."

"Dong--Dong!Dong!Dong"

One slow and three fast, and it is even more melodious.

The night is silent and the cold sound is broken.

The pearl curtain rolls up the jade tower and the sky is light and the Milky Way is hanging down on the ground.

Cuixiang is the servant of Jian's house. She dared to come out to work until the masters fell asleep and couldn't smell the night fragrance.

After Cuixiang poured the last bucket of Yexiang, she wiped the sweat from her face, pushed the Yexiang cart, and delivered the Yexiang wooden barrel to the mixed room. When she passed by the Rouge Pavilion in the inner courtyard, she suddenly heard a sad and melodious female voice, as if she was singing a moving song.

At the middle of the night, it was the time when the wild ghosts walked at night.

Cuixiang's hair was standing upside down, and her calf was so scared that she trembled and she didn't dare to move.

The night incense bucket on the cart trembled and made a subtle sound.

Cuixiang's heart was raised to her throat.

She had only been in the mansion for three days. When she first entered the mansion, she heard the maids say that a concubine died three years ago. Her concubine was named Yanzhi. She was an actor during her lifetime. After Yanzhi died, Yanzhi became haunted every night, and Yanzhi's ghost song came.

Cuixiang sweats heavily and her heart beats wildly.

The singing in the Rouge Pavilion became more and more sad, as if it was talking about "the broken well and the dilapidated wall" and "whose courtyard". The sang lyrics made people creepy and their backs became cold. Cuixiang held her breath and was so scared that her teeth shivered.

Could it be, shouldn't this be the singing of the female ghost...

Cuixiang's lips were bloodless, she suddenly threw down Yexiang's cart, ran away with her head in her arms, and disappeared into the inner courtyard of Jian's mansion.

The silver screen is slightly cold at night, and the lonely moon is quiet.

A fiery red monster spread its wings and jumped past the moon sky.

Qiongqi carried Su Caicai and the white cat, flying in the air, with a rouge ghost floating in the way, leading the way in front of them. In less than a moment, they led them to a large mansion. Qiongqi swooped to the ground and turned into a black cat. Su Caicai held the white cat and looked around in the mansion.

A voice that was unaware of male and female could hear in his ears, singing an opera, sad and touching.

It is so sad that it is so sad that it is very sad.

Yange's eyelashes trembled, and shed tears again.

Su Caicaiju is tight and has an egg hurts and stomach bleeding.

Just cry and you will know how to cry!

Can crying solve the problem?

When Su Caicai saw the female ghost crying, her scalp became numb and she didn't dare to look at her tears. She just gritted her teeth and held the white cat in her arms tightly, and her body shivered. The white cat didn't dislike Su Caicai's timidity at this moment. She obediently nestled in Su Caicai's arms and let her shake it into a sieve.

Yanzhi shed tears silently for a while, and then said hoarsely: "Miss Fairy, let's go in."

Su Caicai breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the female ghost had finally stopped crying. Su Caicai hurriedly followed Yanzhi into the moon gate, passing through flowers and willows, crossing the bridge and surrounding the stones, and just wanted to solve the problem quickly and go back to the inn to have a good sleep.

The closer you get inside, the more sad the song becomes.

"It turns out that the colorful flowers are blooming everywhere, and it seems that they are all given to the broken wells and the dilapidated walls. The beautiful scenery is the best place for the sky, so I will enjoy the pleasure of the yard."

"Flying in the morning and rolling in the evening, clouds and clouds, rain and wind, smoke and waves painted boats, and people in the prime screen are so scary."

He sang a song from "Peony Pavilion".

Su Caicai is now worried about the female ghost's blood and tears, but about the song.

This is too intriguing.

As if he was singing this sadly on purpose, his voice was faintly filled with a vicious look, as if he was seeking his life.

Su Caicai regrets her.

A good word was ruined in vain.

When he was approaching the entrance of the Rouge Pavilion, the soul of the female ghost Yanzhi penetrated through the doors and windows and entered the room. The windows of the Rouge Pavilion were wide open, as if they wanted to deliberately convey the singing to the outside of the yard, gorgeous and desolate.

Su Caicai stood in front of the window, and through the small window, she could clearly see the scene inside.

The slanted moon-like windows are covered with red gauze in the golden house, and the jade bi is brilliant.

The lanterns are warm, and more than a dozen lamps seem to illuminate every corner of the Rouge Pavilion.

It's like a stage with pink and ink appearing, with red curtains falling quietly and high lamps like white.

The veil is fragrant and the incense burner is blue.

There was a man standing in the room with his back facing Su Caicai. He looked at his figure and was probably a man. He was wearing a frown embroidered clouds and queu-patterned robe that was exactly the same as the female ghost rouge. He sang lyrics and sang in a singing voice for a long time. He turned his head.
To be continued...