In the past few days, because of the busy and warm things, I have accumulated a lot of cases in my hands, so I simply made six calls and called all the customers over.

Five of the six were asking about the future, and the last one was a young man, who was clearly terminally ill. The young man's grandfather took Cui Houqing to the ward, and he saw a female charm sitting in front of the hospital bed at a glance, but the young man and the old man couldn't see it. Cui Houqing immediately understood the reason why this young man had terminal cancer and did not leave for five years.

It turned out that this female charm was the young man's girlfriend before his death, and died in a car accident six years ago, but she loved the young man deeply, so she kept not leaving by her side, until the young man was seriously ill and dying, and the female charm kept absorbing the vitality of others and injecting it into the young man's body, using it to support him.

Cui Houqing told him the reason why the young man had never died, and the young man took out her photo and said affectionately: "I hope I can meet you again in the next life!" Cui Houqing took the female charm away and sent her to the entrance of the underworld, watching her turn back step by step.

Looking at the appearance of the female charm, Cui Houqing suddenly remembered the situation when Zhao Ling'er left more than 800 years ago, but no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't remember the situation before she died. He simply shook his head and hurried back to the way he came. At present, the most important thing is to sort out the relationship between them with Zhao Xiaomei.

After getting off the taxi, the Jingtai apartment in the distance was full of people, crowded from the outside of the building to the corridor and stairs, and there were even many paparazzi and reporters inside.

"Jingshi TV reported that on November 29, we will continue to report on the ghost incident for you. Outside the apartment facing the hallway, the reporter read the manuscript to the camera. As soon as Cui Houqing heard that he knew that this matter had something to do with him, he hurriedly covered his face with his hands when he passed by the reporter.

When the reporter turned around, she still caught her face. The reporter stopped Cui Houqing like a hungry tiger pounced: "This is really like a ghost in our surveillance, ah, it's him, I remember his appearance." ”

"What's your name, please?" the reporter hurriedly asked.

"Oh, Cui Houqing, it's you!" at this time, a resident shouted.

"Oh, you're Mr. Cui Houqing, how did you teleport?"

"I'm sorry, I'm going home. Cui Houqing frowned and pushed away the crowd.

At this time, the crowd boiled, and the people in front of him made way of a road, still hugging him and slowly walking upward. Along the way, reporters and photographers threw out dozens of questions like a relay race, but Cui Houqing did not answer and smiled.

finally came to the door of 404, Cui Houqing hurriedly opened the door and flashed in. In order to ease the atmosphere, the reporter in front of the door joked: "Looking at our Mr. Cui's teleportation into the door, you know that he is a ghost." ”

Cui Houqing leaned against the door, listening to the noisy sound outside the door, and only when he heard the reporter's joke did he breathe a sigh of relief.

The noise outside the door did not gradually calm down until the evening, and I don't know how long it took, Cui Houqing suddenly woke up, sat up suddenly, gasped for breath, and his hands trembled slightly. When he fell asleep, his mind was full of blood, and his face was vicious, and he had nightmares.

When he calmed down and looked around, this was his own home, which was furnished as before, with two wooden beds, a table, a teapot around it, covered with several tea bowls, and a few stools randomly placed around the table on the ground, simple and quiet.

On the wall directly above the table, there was a portrait of an immortal holding a sword and fighting with people, and below the portrait was an incense burner made of clay, in which were inserted three incense sticks, and the incense had been burned for most of it, and there was green smoke rising from it. Wu Hate knew that the portrait was painted of himself, and the villagers regarded them as immortals and worshiped them at home, hoping to bless their families with peace. So there is also a portrait of the same on the wall of his house. This portrait was painted by Zhao Linger recalling the scene of the Great War of Houqing, which he has kept for 800 years, until now the paper is a little yellowed, and he is reluctant to throw it away.

Cui Houqing looked at this portrait quietly, until the evening, when he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his heart, groaned slightly, suddenly thought of something, and immediately flashed his figure and disappeared behind the door. When he reappeared, he was a little nervous, and found that he was on the cliff of Bishan, only to see that at this moment, it was like more than 800 years ago, Wen Qing accidentally kicked his foot, suspended on the cliff, and was about to fall. Maybe going back to the past, he thought to himself, he closed his eyes slightly, and everything was still. He reached out and pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

I don't know how long it took, until the breathing became rapid, Wen Qing's eyes were full of moisture, and her pink face was flushed, that Cui Houqing suddenly looked back and came to her senses.

"I saw that they were too annoying, so I went up the back mountain to be quiet. This is Wen Qing's explanation.

Providence made people, a rain came late, Cui Houqing pulled Wen Qing to the grass temple on the edge of the cliff, picked up the umbrella in the corner, supported most of it on Wen Qing's head, and went down the mountain with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

On the mountain road, Cui Houqing went down the mountain overnight in the wind and rain, as if there was something urgent, and when he saw that he was about to reach the bottom of the mountain, his pace slowed down. At this moment, I suddenly felt that the light was a little darker. Cui Houqing looked up, an umbrella was propped up above his head, he looked back, a smiling face like a flower in Sanchun, blooming proudly, and he was stunned for a while. "Fool, come down the mountain!" she snorted. Cui Houqing smiled and continued to hurry. He didn't understand why he had to walk with her after separating her, but he didn't want to ask, some things were better than understanding. That's it, one is gentle and affectionate, and the other is pretending to be stupid!

After walking for a while, Cui Houqing saw that Wen Qing's shoulders were leaking outside, and they had been wet by the rain. He pushed away the umbrella and said, "It's already wet, why are you still holding on, just take care of yourself." But she still gave up the umbrella and said, "I have cultivation and am not afraid of dampness and cold, you have no cultivation, you should be afraid of getting sick!"

Cui Houqing is a withdrawn character, and she originally wanted her to leave, but she pretended not to know by sheltering from the rain, and she didn't know when she would follow.

Cui Houqing sighed, this ghost weather has been a gust of rain and a gust of wind since he left, and it has not stopped. At this time, Wen Qing was still following behind him, keeping his head down, and talking a lot less, not as if he could let go when he was in Qinglong Temple.

Suddenly, the footsteps behind him disappeared, and Cui Houqing turned his head suspiciously. Wen Qing stopped there, her face was a little painful, and she raised her head, as if she had something to say, but when she opened her mouth, she changed it to another sentence. Wen Qing raised the umbrella and said, "Cui Houqing, I'm leaving, return the umbrella to you!"

Cui Houqing didn't speak, reached out and took the sword, then turned around and continued to walk south.

That touch of pink shrank smaller and lighter in the wind and rain. She was still standing there, and when she saw him turn her head, she waved her hand. Then, the figure was also submerged in the fog and disappeared.