Ma Hong heard the voice of the female ghost, and immediately walked in the direction of the female ghost, but he couldn't see the female ghost, his body threw himself on the ground, and his hands groped on the ground from time to time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In your eyes, the female ghost's hand has long overlapped with Ma Hong, but Ma Hong can neither see nor feel.

Huang Mao quietly walked to your side and said softly: "Brother Li, can you let the boss meet the female ghost, since the two of them know each other, it is better for them to solve this matter by themselves." ”

Now it's your turn to scratch your head, in fact, you don't know much about this, it's just that you usually like to read supernatural novels, so you know some, and this knowledge is just a theory, whether it can succeed or not, it's all unknown.

However, since the man has come, you also intend to make this matter have a happy ending.

"Huang Mao, you go outside to the river and fold some willow branches, the leaves should be as tender as possible, and then dig some well water."

When Huang Mao heard this, he hurriedly asked his little brother to do it separately, and after they had prepared all the things, you picked a few fresh willow leaves and threw them into a basin full of cold well water. Then he took two leaves and gently brushed them on the yellow hair's eyelids.

Yellow Fur opens his eyes and shakes his head at you.

You scratched your head and said to yourself: "It's strange, the willow tree gathers shade, and the willow leaves can open the eye of the sky for a short time by soaking in the well water, this method should be possible." ”

In your cognition, there are not many ways to open the eyes of the sky, and the rest is just cow tears, but this thing is impossible to find the way for a while.

There is no way, you can only ask your mother for advice.

After the phone was connected, you briefly talked to her, and she couldn't help but sigh lightly when she heard it, and said, "You, you hate less when you use calligraphy, right?" The supernatural novels I usually read are all written by some young people, what can they understand? Most of them are copied from the story. ”

You hurriedly slapped it over: "That's, how can they compare with you, a peerless beauty." ”

"Don't pour ecstasy soup with the old lady, let me tell you, since Mrs. Hao asked you to do something, you have to do it well. Willow leaves open the eyes of the sky, this method is advisable, but you must borrow some Dao power, where do you get the Dao power from a stunned green? As for cow tears, don't think about it, that thing used to exist, and now the cattle are all farmed, it's not pure, and it's useless to drop. ”

You scratch your head: "Then there's always a way, right?" ”

"You ask someone to go to the back kitchen of the hotel to get a kitchen knife, and this kitchen knife must be used to kill chickens, ducks, and fish every day."

"And then?"

"Fill the well water with an iron basin, put a kitchen knife in it, and after soaking it for a few minutes, ordinary people can see the reflection of the ghost in the water in the basin."

"Is that okay?"

"Don't talk nonsense, just do it, that's the only way you can use it right now. After this is over, be sure to go to your residence early, and if you are okay, turn off your phone. ”

"yes, I see."

According to the method your mother said, Ma Hong, Huang Mao and the others really saw the female ghost Xiaomei from the reflection of the basin.

As Huang Mao said just now, this matter is Ma Hong's private matter, and then it will be handed over to Ma Hong to solve it himself.

Besides, that's all you can do.

Huang Mao is the head snake in this area, he is familiar with this place, and he will give you a ride in a van.

Mrs. Hao let you live in a house by Xianghu Lake, which is secluded, and the old people live next to it, and there are no vehicles around.

It is a bungalow with three rooms and is fully furnished.

After Huang Mao left, for fear that others would see Zhao'er's flaws, you locked her in the room, and when you came back from shopping at the nearby vegetable market, you found that she was still standing obediently by the door, staring at you blankly.

You look at her, reach out and gently caress her cold but tender face, and you can't help but sigh in your heart.

If it was before, you would never have dreamed that you would have such a person who has captivated the country and the city, the more you get along with her, the more you feel that all the women around you are vulgar fans, and Sister Cuihuafeng is first-class.

Even if Wu Qixuan, who has been secretly in love for three years, is inferior in front of Zhao'er.

This is still without her consciousness, and you can't help but think that she must have been a peerless beauty in the country and the city during her lifetime.

"Zhao'er, I'll cook myself tonight and cook you a delicious meal!"

Although you know that she doesn't eat, you still put on a posture in the kitchen, washing the vegetables with your hands and feet, and looking at the photos standing behind you from time to time, with a happy smile on your face.

When you pick up the kitchen knife and are about to cut off some of the miscellaneous parts of the fish head, the moment your left hand touches the fish head, a picture of a fishmonger chopping the fish head suddenly flashes in front of you.

"Oops, hiss-"

When you hurriedly turned around and was about to look for the towel, Zhao'er, who had been standing still behind you, suddenly pounced!

Uncharacteristically, she bowed down and bit your wound!

Startled by Zhao'er's unusual move, you hurriedly reached out to push Zhao'er away, only to find a crispy tingling sensation coming from the wound.

Looking down closely, you are surprised to see that Zhao'er is stretching out her sexy little apricot tongue and licking your wounds like a well-behaved kitten. Every lick of her tongue makes you tremble like a soul, as if there are ants crawling all over your body, and even the toes of her toes will beat unnaturally.

The blood stains on the wound were quickly licked off by Zhao'er, and the wound was miraculously healed.

What surprised you even more was that at this time, Zhao'er actually tilted her head and said one word to you cutely: "Hungry." ”

You thought you had misheard, but she said, "Hungry." ”

You opened your mouth slightly, obviously you still didn't react at once, and after wiping your face several times in a row, you hurriedly spoke: "Zhao'er, were you shouting that you were hungry just now?" ”

Zhao'er didn't answer, but she licked her sexy lips with her tongue, which made you feel like a few ants crawling over your heart, and it was unbearable.

"Wait a minute, I'll cook you something to eat right away."

In order to avoid losing your temper, you quickly led Zhao'er to the dining room and asked her to sit on a chair.

Unlike before, she didn't learn your movements to stand up, but sat obediently, staring at your back as you were busy in the kitchen.

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, steamed pumpkin, fish head tofu soup, crispy pork ribs, and four successive fragrant dishes are served out and placed on the table.

You served two more bowls of rice, but Zhao'er didn't seem to know how to hold chopsticks, and her movements were very funny to learn the posture of holding chopsticks.

"Let me feed you."

It's like feeding a child, taking a spoon of soup and feeding her a mouthful of rice and vegetables.

Seeing that she eats very well, your heart is like being filled with honey, sweet.

To be honest, you never thought that Zhao'er would be able to speak and even eat like a normal person.

In less than two days after coming out of the underground palace, she became more and more like a normal person.

You look down at your healed wound, and it suddenly occurs to you that Zhao'er is able to speak because she drank your blood.

Therefore, after the two of them have eaten all the food, you deliberately pick up a knife and cut your finger, squeeze out a little blood, and put your finger to Zhao'er's mouth, but Zhao'er shook her head and said in a voice as pleasant as a silver bell: "It's full." ”