This is an anti-theft seal

The sound of Fang Xia pushing open the door alarmed Fu Jin. He turned his head to look at the entrance. Fang Xia met Fu Jin's gaze and felt a chill on the back of his head. This is not really his cowardice, although as the saying goes, if he doesn't act badly during the day, he is not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night. That is not really seeing ghosts. If he really sees them, normal people will definitely be afraid. Even if he is not scared to pee on the spot, he is definitely a brave person!

"What..." Fang Xia swallowed, consciously explaining her whereabouts to Fu Jin, "I just went to find old lady Geng... that is, Geng Wenqiu, do you know? She explained everything about you."

Fu Jin nodded slightly, indicating that she knew.

"It's getting late, you can rest early, good night." Fang Xia said as she walked out, and he decided to go to Wang Ke's room opposite.

"Where are you going?" Fu Jin's eyes turned, and her eyes fell on the foot where Fang Xia had just left the room.

"...I'll go to Wang Ke's side to sleep. I snore and talk to my teeth at night, for fear of affecting your rest."

"I always have to get used to it." Fu Jin paused slightly, and said again, "You always have to get used to it."

Fang Xia: "..." What should I get used to me? Are I used to living in the same room with ghosts?

Fang Xia remained silent.

Fu Jin looked at him quietly.

The eyes of both sides intersected in the air, and the silent battle was fought. In the end, Fang Xia was defeated and quietly moved the foot that had exited the door back into the house.

Yes, you have to get used to it. He has become the heirs of the sage family and has been exposed to the Yin-Yang Eyes. It can be foreseen that there will be no less chances of hitting ghosts in the future. So let's start with this Geng family's ancestral ghost, at least this one looks very pleasing to the eye.

Fang Xia lay in the quilt with a nervous mood. When she knew that there was a ghost in the room, anyone would feel scared and uneasy, even if the ghost had no intention of hurting people. He thought he would have insomnia, but he didn't expect that he had a good sleep. If he hadn't opened his eyes in the morning and saw Fu Jin sitting on the chair by the bed, he would have almost forgotten that there was a ghost in his room.

Fu Jin during the day looks a little transparent, not as solid as night, but it will never make people mistakenly recognize him as a living person.

"Good morning..." Fang Xia's expression stiffened and smiled. After greeting Fu Jin, she got out of bed and walked barefoot to the bathroom like a sleepwalking.

"I'm probably a fool..." Can a fool fall asleep so heartlessly? Fang Xia washed her face with cold water, looked at herself in the mirror for a while, then wiped her face hard, and retorted herself, "I didn't sleep well two days ago, so I fell asleep! It must be like this!"

After adjusting his mood in the bathroom, Fu Jin was quietly watching, and reluctantly hung the jade ring back on his neck, so Fang Xia had to go downstairs to have breakfast.

Uncle Tong and Aunt Chen got up early and had eaten it. Fang Xia ate with Wang Ke and Cheng Dong. Cheng Dong helped bring Aunt Chen out with warm dishes, and Fang Xia and Wang Ke held a bowl of white porridge.

"I said, Young Master Fang Xia, what are you thinking? A bowl of white porridge is served." Cheng Dong had just sat down, glanced at the dining table, turned his head to look at Fang Xia beside him.

"Hmm? Where is there too much?" Fang Xia put a bowl of served white porridge in front of Fu Jin and then returned Cheng Dong's puzzled look.

"This is not too much? The three of us, what are you making for four bowls of white porridge?" Cheng Dong said, lit four bowls of white porridge on the dining table, "Did you not wake up?"

"A extra bowl... is it for Mr. Fu?" Wang Ke was slightly stunned, and then asked.

Isn't this obvious? Although the other party is a ghost, it's so uncomfortable to watch someone from the side. Fang Xia's eyes swept across Wang Ke and Cheng Dong's faces, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have caught the wrong point. The question of the two was not that he gave Fu Jin to the porridge, but that they didn't see Fu Jin here at all.

"You... can't see him?" Isn't the main business of Geng's old school a charlatan? As an employee of the old school, he shouldn't be an ordinary talent.

Cheng Dong silently picked up his bowl, left the seat next to Fang Xia, and moved to Wang Ke opposite him to sit down. Wang Ke organized some language and explained to Fang Xia, "I think you have some misunderstandings about the people in the mysterious art circle, but not all those who understand mysterious art have the ability to see ghosts..."

"Young Master Fang Xia..."

Halfway through Wang Ke's words, Uncle Tong walked in and interrupted him. He came to inform Fang Xia that the person who arranged by Geng Wenqiu and the person who was responsible for teaching him the ghost control technique had arrived at the old house of Geng's family and asked him to go to class after breakfast. Since the teacher arranged by Mrs. Geng for An Xia came, Wang Ke no longer continued to explain to Fang Xia. After all, compared with the person arranged by the old lady, he did not think that his half-barrel would be more comprehensive than the other party.

After dinner, Fang Xia followed Uncle Tong into the yard where he lived and went to a study room on the first floor, which was specially arranged for Fang Xia to study.

This study room is very different from the one I talked to Geng Wenqiu last night. The one Geng Wenqiu had a Chinese style but preferred modern design. This study room was decorated in a completely Chinese retro layout. The living room in the outer room was the study room, and the middle was partitioned with a Bo Gu shelf. Entering from the round door left in the middle was a solid wood bookshelves that were almost filled with a wall on the left. In front of the bookshelves is a pear-flowered carved desk, with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk. There is an incense burner in the upper left corner. Threads of blue smoke floated out from the hollow copper cover, disappearing in the air, leaving behind the unique smell of sandalwood, quietly spreading in the air.

Opposite the desk, there was a set of tables and chairs next to the window, which were also made of pear blossom trees. There was a cup of tea on the table, and a man sat by the table. Obviously, he had been waiting for a long time. This person was the teacher arranged by Geng Wenqiu for Fang Xia.

The person who came was Geng Shudan. He was in his early forties and had a pair of half-framed glasses on his nose. His facial features were ordinary, but he was full of books. He looked very like a people's teacher. He was from the Geng family. According to seniority, Fang Xia should call him "Second Uncle". This second uncle's ability in mysterious art cannot be considered the best among the Geng family, but his knowledge in mysterious art is quite extensive, not limited to the Geng family's ghost control technique. Therefore, he is now one of the main teachings of the Geng family's juniors in metaphysics. After being confirmed to be talented, the Geng family will be arranged first for this type of introductory learning. The entry age is usually under eight years old. Fang Xia's age is obviously a student.
Chapter completed!