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"What are you going to do next?" Ling Guang leaned on the bed, reached out and took the bowl of Chinese medicine handed over by Rouge, he raised his eyes to look at Rouge and asked.

Rouge was silent, his expression a little sad. To be honest, she didn't think about what else to do, but one thing she knew, this matter couldn't just end like this.

Ling Guang saw that she didn't speak, took away the bowl that was put to her mouth, and said seriously: "I and that evil ghost are both injured, I have hurt my lungs, and I can't get back in a few years, although it is not lightly injured, but it is a ghost, just suck a few people's essence or eat a few little ghosts to make it up." Do you still want to deal with it? ”

Rouge thought for a moment and nodded, "Hmm." ”

Ling Guang frowned, looked at her, and waited for her to continue.

"It's not that I still want to deal with it, I already have an endless relationship with it, as long as I don't die, it won't let me go, and I can't live if it's alive."

Rouge refers to the failure of the mission, she will be wiped out by the system immediately, and even as long as she gives up the idea of killing Yang Qixian, the system will not let her go.

She smiled wryly, for a while, it was better to fight, if she died, she would have done her best, and if she was lucky enough to complete the task, she would be able to go back to Ellis.

Ling Guang drank the black Chinese medicine in one go, sighed long, and said, "Since you have thought clearly, then I will do good things to the end and help you again." It's just that this time it's up to you. ”

Rouge didn't expect Ling Guang to have a way, her eyes lit up, and she said, "Uncle Ling! ”

"You go and take down the picture on the wall."

Rouge did as strange as she could, but when she removed the painting, she found a keyhole in the wall behind it.

"The key is in the censer."

Rouge took down the three sticks of incense stuck in the incense burner, buttoned the incense burner, and the incense ash inside was scattered on the table, revealing a small key.

"Open."

"Oh."

The keyhole □□ a snap and a sound, and a drawer popped out of the wall, containing a worn-out book with another layer of dust on the cover, apparently not being read in a long time.

"Take it out and give it to me."

Rouge flicked the ash off the book and saw a few traditional characters written on it - Maoshan Shu.

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Rouge said, "Master, is this really feasible?" ”

Ling Guang said: "Of course, if you don't enter the tiger's den, you will get the tiger." If you hadn't opened your yin and yang eyes, I wouldn't have let you do it. Don't be afraid, you're a ghost hunter, be bold! ”

Rouge nodded, as if he had made up his mind, and said heavily, "Okay, I'll go." ”

Through the car window, she saw several ghosts across the road staring at her, and she said, "Master, you wait for me in the car, and I'll be back soon." ”

"Well, go ahead."

Rouge plucked up his courage, opened the car door, crossed the road to the opposite side, and entered a dilapidated old house.

Ling Guang waited for about an hour before Rouge came out of the house, her face was ugly, her lips were purple, as if she was frozen, and she walked in a strange posture.

She held a large jar with a yellow talisman taped to it.

Seeing this, Ling Guang breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with satisfaction, it seems that this apprentice did not make a mistake, with her talent, she may really be able to inherit his mantle and carry forward the Maoshan Dao technique.

"Master, open the door!"

Rouge limped over, shouting as she ran.

Ling Guang got up and opened the door on the side that was close to Rouge, and Rouge bent over and quickly got in and closed the door.

"Hurry up."

The taxi driver got impatient after waiting for a long time, and quickly shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator on the road.

Rouge looked back with palpitations, and only sat down again after confirming that she was okay, she looked frightened, and said while handing the jar to Ling Guang: "Master, you don't know how thrilling it was just now, it really scared me to death, I was almost thrown to death." ”

"You're too timid, you need to exercise more." Ling Guang said lightly.

Rouge said loudly: "My courage has become much greater, don't you know that I used to be timid and didn't dare to go to the toilet alone in the middle of the night." Now I can break into the haunted house alone, and I have improved a lot, step by step, and I can't reach it if I want to hurry. ”

Ling Guang ignored her and gave the taxi driver a place name.

The taxi driver asked curiously, "What are you doing there?" It's a bad place, a lot of drivers don't know the road, I've been there a few years ago, I can't remember it. ”

Ling Guang replied casually: "Go find something." ”

The driver is not a talkative person, so he didn't ask any more, anyway, they gave a lot of money, and the place was not very far, and it was worth a trip.

Rouge asked in a low voice, "Master, where is that place?" ”

"The old house of the Yang family."

"Huh!?"

Rouge screamed, and the driver glanced back at her.

Rouge smiled awkwardly, and then asked, "Master, what are we going to do there?" ”

"Looking for something."

"What's that? It has long been unoccupied. ”

"yes, no one lives."

Ling Guang bit the herringbone very clearly.

Rouge is dumbfounded, isn't it?

Could it be that you can go to Yang Qixian? Is it in the Yang family's old house?

Rouge still wanted to ask in detail, but Ling Guang didn't pay attention to her anymore, closed his eyes and went to recuperate.

When she arrived at the Yang family's old house, Ling Guang told her what she meant.

Rouge looked at the desolate and gloomy house, and her heart was cold. It's so cold in broad daylight, and it can be seen that the yin air inside is very heavy.

asked her to go inside to find Yang Qixian's mother, she really didn't expect it.

Yang Qixian lived here when he was a child, and Yang Qixian's father died of illness when he was young, leaving an ancestral house, and only he lived with his mother.

Later, his mother died, and Yang Qixian also moved away.

After Yang Qixian's death, the ancestral house was deserted, and because it was haunted, it never changed hands and was not sold.

"Go in, when it gets dark, you won't dare to go in."

This is true, as soon as it gets dark, I'm afraid that the lonely ghosts and ghosts in the vicinity will come.

"What about you, master?"

"I'm waiting for you outside, you go and come back quickly."

Rouge suddenly made a bitter face, but she also knew that since the master had already brought her, it was impossible not to go in. And if she wants to complete the task, she must grow, it is useless to just talk on paper, and she has to rely on practical actions to hunt ghosts.

She didn't have much time left, and if she waited for Yang Qixian to fully recover, then it would be even more impossible for her to destroy it.

After Rouge thought it through, he gritted his teeth and took the props and pushed open the door of the Yang family's old mansion.

This door is in disrepair, and when you push it, it crumbles and makes an ugly sound.

Rouge looked back, and the master was still standing in place, but he seemed to be far, far away from her.

Ling Guang's expression suddenly became very nervous, and he shouted a few words at her, but she couldn't hear it at all, she could only vaguely distinguish it from the shape of his mouth, he seemed to be saying, "Look-body-back-"

Only then did Rouge feel something on the back of her neck, and the back of her neck had a cold, wet touch.

She pulled out a talisman and pressed it around her neck, then took a few steps forward and turned.

A shadow flashed.

With a snap, the wooden door that was about to be scrapped closed by itself.

Rouge's fingers trembled, took out a lighted copper coin sword, whispered a spell, and walked into the house.

The further inside, the more cold she felt, and she couldn't help but pull her clothes tightly.

The moment she entered the hall, the scene before her eyes flickered.

She saw a woman dressed in red walking past her.

The woman was about thirty years old, with an excellent figure, a good look, a hot head, and a foreign look.

She walks in a very delicate posture, holding a cigarette between her fingers, and occasionally puffing, which is particularly seductive.

Rouge looked at her stunned, and she didn't seem to see Rouge, leaning back in her chair and smoking, humming a little song in her mouth.

The identity of this woman is not difficult to guess, it should be Yang Qixian's mother.

Was she a few decades ago?

No, not really.

The scene in front of me is too unreal, and there is no sense of reality at all.

Suddenly, a man in a suit came, he said hello to the woman, and the woman greeted him with a smile and was hugged by the man. The woman smiled coquettishly, looking very happy.

Then the two sat together and talked and laughed, very intimately, and the man's hand even touched the woman's leg very dishonestly.

Rouge looked away and saw a little boy hiding behind the door of the back room, revealing half of his face, staring at the man and the woman.

His expression was very strange, and his eyes were full of hatred and ferocity.

Rouge was frightened by his eyes, she didn't expect a little boy to have such a strong hatred.

Suddenly, Rouge realized that this boy seemed to be Yang Qixian when he was a child.

His complexion was very pale, and his thin hands were firmly clasped against the door.

Rouge didn't understand why she was seeing all this, and just as she was thinking, the scene in front of her changed again.

A fluttering voice rang in her ear.

"Who are you?"

Rouge felt something on top of her, pressing her down, her body became heavy, and she almost couldn't stand up straight.

"Who are you?"

The sound lingered in her ears, and it never dissipated, like a magic spell, and her head was dizzy at the sound of it.

"Who are you...... Who are you......"

Rouge almost caught her tongue, and she bit her tongue vigorously, and suddenly she was refreshed.

She hurriedly shouted: "Who are you?" ”

The voice stopped abruptly.

Something lying behind her suddenly floated in front of her.

Long black hair, long red skirt, floating in the air, swaying, shaking.

Black hair covered its face, and it whimpered. 166 Reading Network