Maybe it's because it rained yesterday, or maybe it's because you're too tired......

Zhang Chungeng had just pushed the cart not far when his feet suddenly slipped, and he fell into a deep ditch on the side of the road with the car, a hole was broken in his forehead, blood flowed profusely, and he passed out...... The brand new suit was covered in muddy water and dirty. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When he came to his senses, he was already lying at Meng Qingshan's house, with bandages on his head, his cheeks were a little red and swollen, and when the light entered his eyes, he felt dizzy...... He glanced at the suit, it was crumpled, it was already beyond recognition, and he couldn't do it.

When Meng Fan saw him wake up, he came over to comfort him, with guilt in his tone, telling him that it was nothing serious, that the fall was not serious, that it had been bandaged, and that there was no need to worry too much, and also told him that those peach wood sticks had been moved to the house, and the size was very good...... However, all the mountain goods on the car were scattered, and only some were picked up.

Zhang Chungeng smiled bitterly and nodded, indicating that it was the only way.

At this time, Qi Lin'er was hiding in the room, holding a paper soldier in her arms, her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and her delicate and tender lips were pursed: "That person also has a strange smell......

After two days, Zhang Chungeng's injury was almost healed, but his complexion was not as good as before, and after thanking Meng Qingshan, he finally went home. As for medical expenses...... Meng Qingshan didn't accept it, after all, it was for Meng Fan to help, and it was too inauthentic to accept it, but he gave away a lot of nourishing medicines.

The encounter between Liu Erxie and Zhang Chungeng was like a fuse, and in just four or five days, the trickery spread to the whole village......

The same happened to many able-bodied villagers, who were bedridden and in mourning.

Even the elderly village chief Sun was ...... Covering his face at home, saying that he has no face to see people.

The whole village was shrouded in a shadow of absurdity, and for a moment it seemed a little dead...... Occasionally, there would be a quarrel from a villager's house, saying something like, "Why do you even have to be disgusted by the little widow of the dead ghost, you really deserve to ...... you can't get out of bed"

The matter is very important, and if it is allowed to develop, I am afraid that the men in the village will die......

In view of the situation of their own men, a group of old and weak women spontaneously gathered at the door of the village chief's house, and asked the village chief to invite Meng Fan or Mrs. Zhang, and this matter must be resolved!

Village Chief Sun had no choice but to get up from the bed, cheekily went to invite Meng Fan, a handful of snot and tears, he almost touched his neck and hanged himself, asked Meng Fan to find a way as soon as possible, and said that if there was no ghost behind this matter, he was willing to dig a pit and bury himself!

Meng Fan, who was already ready to go to the crack in Pig's Trotter Mountain to investigate, had to postpone the plan because of this matter, and ten paper figures would be released as soon as nightfall, constantly patrolling the village, looking for this "flower picker" all the time...... And among these ten paper figures, there are also five Qi Lin'er's paper soldiers.

Qi Lin'er didn't have any opinion on Meng Fan's borrowing of his paper soldiers, and even had some support, that smell was really a little disgusting to her, and it was best to find the reason as soon as possible and get rid of it.

Meng Fan walked through the night and appeared in all corners of the village, hoping to find the cause of the incident...... But day by day, there is still nothing...... During this period, he also mobilized Qi Lin'er, but the girl refused, she said that she wanted to vomit as soon as she went out, and it was better to stay in the house.

Tricks continued to happen, and finally it developed to an outrageous level, and the old men in the village also suffered in pieces, and things gradually became uncontrollable...... But there are two sides to everything, and some old men are quite satisfied, and it is worth it to say that they are dead...... Even at night, the door was open, hoping for the dead little widow to come again.

If they knew it wasn't a dream, it wasn't a dead widow, it was just a dirty, disgusting monster dressed in a dead man's skin, absorbing what little yang they had...... I don't know how I feel!

Discouraged, Meng Fan also tried to risk his life and open the doors and windows in the middle of the night, but the result was very disappointing, not even a single mosquito flew in.

Seem...... The ghost behind it was hiding from him.

On this day, just after nightfall, Meng Fan, who was really a little broken, came to Mrs. Zhang's house, and after some discussion, he finally had a little gain.

"It's not afraid of you. Mrs. Zhang's tone was very firm, and her voice echoed sonorously in the room, "It's afraid of that Qi Lin'er." ”

"Qi Lin'er is gone, so naturally it will come to you. She pointed at Meng Fan with her finger, and there was a hint of urgency in her expression, "A white and tender offspring like you is a big meal for that yang-loving ghost, I'm sure it has already been eyeing you...... Don't get addicted to that kid by then...... For us cultivators, the body of the child yang is still very important, if the old body is not broken...... Ahem......"

“……”

Meng Fan is no longer surprised by Mrs. Zhang's not funny jokes...... What Mrs. Zhang said just now is still very reasonable, because Qi Lin'er dangles in front of him every day, and he actually ignores her...... If he was that ghost, when he saw Qi Lin'er, whose cultivation was ridiculously high, he was afraid that he would have avoided it, how dare he hit the muzzle of the gun himself...... Not only him, but even his father is fine.

It's a bit of "I don't know the true face of Lushan, only because I am in this mountain".

Now that he has figured out some of the situation, he will do what he says, and there is no need to trouble Qi Lin'er, Meng Fan slept in Liu Xiaoxi's house that night, and acted as a bait...... Liu Xiaoxi originally wanted to stay in the house to accompany Meng Fan, saying that he wanted to give him courage...... But he was persuaded away by Meng Fan, and he was afraid that if he was in trouble, he would not be able to take care of it...... Xiaoxi's careful thoughts, he can vaguely guess.

After all, tonight, he is in bed, grandiose, waiting for another "woman"!

The night in late autumn is quiet and serene, there is no moon tonight, and the night is like a thick inkstone, so deep that it cannot be dissolved......

Meng Fan paced in Liu Xiaoxi's room, very curious about the decorations in her room, after all, it was the girl's boudoir, he glanced around, and then took a piece of paper on the desk and looked at it, there was Xiaoxi Juanxiu's handwriting on it, and he smiled evilly after reading those words...... Then he stood on the edge of the bed and lay down gently: "I'll sleep here tonight, if that ghost thing doesn't come, it's also very good......"

The soft cotton bedding exudes the unique fragrance of the stream, which is rich and fresh......

Smelling this fragrance, it seemed that he was holding the creek in his arms, and he was a little distracted for a while, thinking that it would be good if he really left the creek.

In the early hours of the morning, a strange fragrance suddenly wafted into the house, which made Meng Fan suddenly vigilant, and his mind was slightly in a trance...... Unexpectedly, with his cultivation at the second level of condensation, he smelled this strange fragrance, and he was still slightly affected.

It's no wonder that the ghost thing has absorbed so much yang energy, and it is impossible to cultivate it, and it is generally possible to influence Meng Fan.

"Squeak......

The door was gently pushed open, and the strange fragrance suddenly became much stronger.

A woman with a graceful figure suddenly appeared in the room, walking closer and closer to the head of the bed where Meng Fan was......

Meng Fan lay on his back, holding his breath, trying not to breathe, holding the peachwood sword under the quilt, waiting for an opportunity to move......

The woman stopped beside the bed, looking at Meng Fan, who was as plump as jade, a satisfied smile curled up at the corner of her lips, and her mouth made a "tsk" sound, as if she was sucking saliva, and she couldn't wait......

She gently lifted the corner of the quilt and was about to sit down and enjoy it...... A peachwood sword shone with an ancient light, and suddenly stabbed out from under the quilt......

The night outside was getting darker and darker, the silence was terrible, and a glimmer of light was revealed in Mrs. Zhang's room, and it was obvious that the people inside had not slept yet.

"Grandma...... Meng Fan, he's okay alone, right?"

Liu Xiaoxi, who was full of worries, kept walking around the room, asking with concern, and her heart was messy, for fear that Meng Fan would not be able to solve the problem alone.

"It's fine. Mrs. Zhang sat cross-legged on the bed, with a few golden charms beside her, and her white eyeballs were a little scary in the dark night, "When he hears the wind and grass, grandma will go to help him...... If he's ruined by that, you'll be relieved. ”

When Liu Xiaoxi heard this, she looked very displeased, and pouted: "Grandma is disrespectful to the old, and she doesn't have any sense of proportion when she makes a joke!"

"What are you afraid of! Three-legged toads are hard to find, two-legged men-"

was about to say a joke, but Mrs. Zhang's face suddenly changed, she grabbed the charm on the bed, and rushed out of the door: "Grandma made a big mistake, the stupid boy is going to suffer!"

Mrs. Zhang jumped on the ground on one leg, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, in the dark night, she was even more weird than a ghost...... (To be continued.) (To be continued.) )