That day, when I came back from school in the Qi Dynasty, I opened the door and heard the bell ringing. The little squirrel appeared out of a jar, looked at Qi Dynasty with his black bean-like eyes, and then yawned lazily, retracted his head and continued to sleep.

On the seventh day of the lunar month, he reached out to grab his ears: "Lan bug, you've been sleeping for a whole day."

As soon as his hand touched the jar, he suddenly felt like he was stabbed by something, and it was so scared that Chu Qi hurriedly took his hand back.

"Idiot, that jar has a master, so you can't move at will."

The clear sound of high heels came from the stairs. Ye Xian was wearing a beautiful cheongsam and shaking a small gauze fan, and walked down charmingly. When he walked to the Qiqi side, he turned around and asked proudly: "Xiao Qiqi, how about this cheongsam? It's new." She got a lot of money from Xiao Fan last time and was in a particularly good mood.

Chu Qi shook his head: "Miss, it's still early to use a fan after March."

"The light Luo fan swooped on the fireflies. What a beautiful artistic conception, you little child doesn't understand."

Ye Xian shook the fan, then used the fan to cover half of his face, and felt good when he looked at a mirror on the shelf.

"But that's a poem about autumn."

On the seventh day of the lunar month, I still refused to give up.

The fairy also turned around and looked fierce: "You are so skinny that you want to be pinched again, right?"

Chu Qi was so scared that he shrank his neck and hurriedly changed the topic: "What does that jar mean? Why can Dunzi still sleep in it? I can't touch it?"

"The meaning of having a master is..." Ye Xian looked at Chu Qi deliberately mysteriously, and suddenly raised his voice to scare him, "It's just that people are living inside. Since people are living in it, turn a blind eye to small animals."

Chu Qi was so scared that he took a step back: "Who is it? Is it fierce?"

"It's so fierce, it's super fierce. Be careful when sleeping at night. Maybe you'll crawl out of the jar and pinch your face."

Ye Xian hid behind the fan and laughed in a ball.

On the Qiqi of Chu, I thought: "No, it's been a year. I've never encountered a ghost walking out of the store in the middle of the night. Miss Ye lied to me."

He pointed to the jar and asked curiously: "What kind of person is here?"

"It's an old woman you should call Grandma. Her only daughter is Fang Wanqing. She was killed by a group of people many years ago. I helped her avenge her. I hope Mrs. Fang can live well, but she probably feels that the great revenge has been avenged and there is no regret. She passed away more than a year later. Now her soul is in this jar, and it's also very good to have Dunzi come in to accompany her every day."

Chu Qi thought for a while and said, "I understand. Every time Miss Ye says she hopes that the person who signs the contract should live well, because she is afraid that they will lose hope, right? So Uncle Zhao Nan always says that you are cold-faced and warm-hearted."

"Hmph, I'm called fishing big fish with a long line. Do you know what little kids? Don't think you'll let me go if you praise me. I'm hungry and go to the nearby Fujulou to buy a table of wine and food."

"Ah? I'm going again, why don't you cook?"

Ye Xian reached out and shook his hand in front of him: "Boom, look at the newly applied nail polish, how can I bear it? This is a new product in the department store. Is it good-looking?"

Chu Qi shook his head: "I didn't see any difference from the red in the past."

"This is called vermilion, vermilion, serious red."

Ye Xian threw his wallet to the Qiqi period of the Chu Dynasty, and sat on the chair, tossing and turning to appreciate the bright red nails.

Suddenly the bell at the door jingled, and there was no one at the door.

Dunzi poked his head out of the jar, then seemed to see something terrible, and shrank back in a while.

Ye Xian still looked at his nails slowly.

The rattan chair opposite her made a squeaking sound, and Ye Xian burst out laughing: "You look so thin, why are you still squeaking my chair?"

The rattan chair rang again, and with a slam, the door inside opened and closed.

Ye Xian stood up, walked into the reception room of the inner room, reached out to pinch something, and then said, "Oh, it's wet, little girl, you're a ghost who fell into the water."

"Is this Weihanshi, you are Miss Ye?"

A faint voice rang out.

"Wu, don't you have a sign hanging at the door?"

“I can’t read.”

The sound was lowered a little.

"Well, okay, I'm Ye Xian. Do you want to sign a contract with me? But how long have you been dead like this? I'm still covered in water and wet. Your soul is useless. I'm a fool, what's the use of me?"

Ye Xian curled his lips and slapped the fan in disgust.

"My name is Ling'er, I live in Wudang Mountain..."

"What, Wudang Mountain?" Ye Xian stood up suddenly. The little girl on the opposite side was startled and took a step back. The little girl showed a half pale face under the dim light: "What are you going to do?"

She had been dead for twenty-two years and had no magic power at all. She had been floating around and didn't know where she was going.

Isn’t there a cycle of reincarnation when a person dies? Why do I keep floating in the air? I feel indescribable sorrow in my heart, I can’t cry, I can’t shout, day after day, even if the sun is burning, my clothes will always be wet. She held her arms and stood in the air, thinking that it’s really cold. The well water in the mountains is too cold, and it’s still a bone-like coolness after she dies for so long.

Later, I gradually became aware of others and could hear others (ghosts) talking. They said that there was a place called Weihanshi in Shanghai, where there was a powerful woman who could help others to avenge them.

Revenge! Ling'er actually didn't think about how to take revenge. She just wanted to find the cause of her death.

At the beginning, Brother Qiu asked him to meet him by the well, but why did he push himself into the well? He is a Taoist priest, but he had heard that their Taoist priests could get married. Why did Brother Qiu attack him? Ling'er was a simple woman alive, and she was a simple female ghost when she died. After many difficulties and dangers, she finally found a place called Weihanshi, but this woman... doesn't look a bit unreliable.

This woman's face is too white, even less blood-colored than the person she has died for more than 20 years. Her lips are too red, her cheongsam is too tight, her breasts are too high. Oh, why are her nails still bleeding? Is this human or a ghost? In the eyes of Ling'er, a mountain village girl, Ye Xian's outfit is really bad. In their village, which girl and daughter-in-law dare to dress like this, her breasts are so tall that she will be spit out when she goes out. She is simply a witch.

Then I saw the witch on the opposite side smiled and threw her eyebrows at Ling'er: "I said, little kid, are you a man or a woman? But after watching me up and down for a long time, is it because I am too charming and the Yin and Yang realms are fascinated?"

Ling'er's face turned red: "You are different from the girls in our village."

"Nonsense, I want to be like them, you won't come here to find me, tell me, what's wrong with you in Wudang Mountain? If the people from Wudang Mountain offend you, my aunt will definitely kill him without leaving any armor."

Ye Xian looked down on this fragile soul, but it would be a great thing to use this soul to hit Wudangshan's face.

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