Looking to the ground, many people keenly felt that there were secrets that trapped them beneath the ground.

And this temple ...... She couldn't help but frown.

After discovering that the demons are not ferocious ghosts that can devour their own kind, he began to get in touch with them and became familiar with them.

But after inquiry, I only learned that this temple is called Cheongsan Temple, and I don't know anything else.

A lot of shame.

They have been trapped here for too long, they have long lost the concept of time, and even the memories of their lives are blurred. And this temple is a well-known ghost temple in the neighborhood, so the area around the temple can really be said to be... Middle of nowhere.

With only this little bit of information, Duoduo quickly determined that she was in the book "The Raising of a Child Husband" with a good memory.

Qingshan Temple is the temple in the article "The Cultivation of a Child Husband", and the heroine of this book is called Xin Lan, who is a very rich daughter and the only daughter in the family. And the male protagonist is the child husband her father found for her, named Yan Fei.

Although Yan Fei is a baby who was abandoned by his parents shortly after birth, as the son of Tiandao, the male protagonist was lucky to be taken by the heroine's full father, and he was hugged home and became the heroine's child husband. Since then, he has a father, a mother's love, and a daughter-in-law by his side, growing up with his childhood sweetheart, and living a very happy life.

At the age of thirteen, the male and female protagonists both worshiped in Xianling Mountain, and started the journey of cultivating immortals by the two of them, and at the end they married a spirit contract and gave birth to a baby.

As a little sweet text, the life of the male and female protagonists can be said to be smooth, and the only obstacle may be the villain Yezisan.

"Yan Fei, Xin Lan, Ye Zisang, what am I trying to save......" Many thoughts swirled, and before I knew it, I said out loud the doubts that had been trapped in my heart for a long time.

"Duoduo?" Seeing that Duoduo had not responded for a long time, the ghosts frowned and muttered something in a low voice, so they called tentatively.

"Huh?" she awoke suddenly, met the worried eyes of the ghosts, gave them a reassuring smile, and explained, "I was just thinking about something. ”

"Oh-" The ghosts suddenly felt that Duoduo was in a daze as they usually did. So he scattered around and returned to his accustomed position, leaving a lot of room for 'daze'.

Duoduo looked at their backs, and his feelings were a little complicated. According to the records in the book, they are a group of resentful ghosts in Qingshan Temple, absorbing local spiritual power, the land is exhausted, the crops are all unharvested, and countless people have left their hometowns.

As a result, they were saddled with a debt of iniquity and became a scourge.

When the male protagonist is eighteen years old, he will be sent here, and even the ghost belt temple, under his sword, will be wiped out.

But looking at their current appearance, they don't look like a group of powerful ghosts. Come to think of it, the problem should be in the temple.

Many people are very distressed, first, she doesn't know the time, I don't know how old the male protagonist is now, and when he will be sent here. Second, if she and this group of ghosts can't get out, everyone will become a ghost and die under the sword of the male protagonist.

In her heart, she doesn't want to die yet, and she doesn't want this group of ghosts to become powerful ghosts and get a ruined ending.

But what is the secret of this temple? How do you leave the temple?

In the days that followed, many people racked their brains to find clues in the temple, but found nothing.

Many people had tried to dig up the soil under the temple, and her inexplicable intuition told her that there might be a way to crack it underground.

But let alone the soil, she couldn't touch the ground at all. I wanted to use the tool, but before I could hold it, the translucent hand went straight through!

Many, many deeply aware of how weak a ghost is. Forget it if you don't have legs, in addition to being scary and floating around, you can't carry your shoulders and you can't lift your hands, what's the use?

Many are more fried, many are more depressed.

......

After being depressed for a while, many people who uphold the principle of cherishing their lives, in order not to let the ghosts be too bored and produce demons in their hearts to become powerful ghosts (after all, novels say so), incarnate as a storyteller, and tell the plots of various novels I have read before to the ghosts.

And because she stayed up late to die, although the ghosts don't have to sleep, but for the health of the ghosts, in addition to telling stories to the ghosts, she also led the ghosts to dance a square dance.

I don't know how long it has been, and many storytellers' eloquence and skills in making up novels are simply thriving.

That night, she was telling the ghosts a novel she had imagined yesterday.

Unexpectedly, after only the beginning, the door of the temple opened.

The ghosts were frightened, and many were also shocked, and since she came into this world, the door of this temple has been closed, and no one has ever intended to come near the temple.

Many of the ghosts who were still in a daze, and who were still floating in front of her just now, instantly floated to all corners of the temple with a "whoosh", revealing only a pair of eyes peeking curiously.

Just as she was hesitating to find a corner to hide, a dirty boy, about six or seven years old, walked in by the light.

The moment he opened the temple door, all kinds of old ashes on the door were lifted and fell on the little boy's hands and shoulders...... The little boy coughed repeatedly, and his dark eyes were soon filled with mist.

Before the little boy could recover his senses, he saw from the haze of tears floating in the middle of the temple.

The cough in the little boy's throat choked violently, and his eyes fell on the hem of the woman's dress, which was empty.

The woman was a ghost, the little boy came to this conclusion in his mind.

The black eyes were a little flustered, and as soon as he was not careful, the little boy met a lot of eyes, and he stared nervously at the female ghost in front of him, breathing a little quickly.

But soon, he found that the female ghost floating on the opposite side had empty eyes and a small mouth slightly open, obviously not coming back to his senses.

The little boy's hanging heart fell slightly, and he tried to maintain his composure, calmly looking away, and observing the temple by coughing.

He could feel that many pairs of eyes were falling on him.

Why don't you go, there are a lot of ghosts in this temple. The little boy hesitated slightly, and he lowered his eyes to hide the hesitation and fear in his heart.

But where else can you go? This should be the only place for you, at least with a tile to cover, isn't it??

Since Grandpa left, their house has been robbed.

He was thrown out of his house, and everywhere he went, he was driven to another, and even the beggars thought he was unlucky.

Taking a deep breath quietly, the little boy did not move, pretending not to see them, found a corner without ghosts, sat down, and carefully shrunk himself into a ball.

A certain ghost with a short circuit in the brain saw the little boy calmly walking in front of her, and finally remembered, oh, she is a ghost now, and no one else can see her.

So she floated up to the little boy very arrogantly and looked at him curiously.

Well, although the clothes are dirty and the body is thin, the eyebrows and eyes are still very delicate, and if there is more meat on the face, it should also be a cute little milk bag, and many people want to reach out and pinch his cheeks.

But in many places that I didn't notice, the little boy's little hands covered with dust and dirt were clenched together, and he was squeezing his fingertips into his palms.

This ghost, looking at him, is he thinking about how to eat him? The little boy couldn't help but purse his lips.

And many people who were mistaken for "man-eating ghosts" were smiling and looking around him, and the more they looked, the more satisfied they became.

Yes, yes, I should be a beautiful boy in the future, as delicate and good-looking as my son......

......！！！

Wait?!Why do I have a son when I am single in my mother's womb??!! Duoduo was taken aback by his own thoughts, and a strange feeling filled his heart in an instant.

She couldn't help but rub the non-existent goosebumps on her arms and shook her head, trying to shake the water out of her brain.