Wusu flipped the candle and snapped the hot wax oil directly on the door of the thing's head.

Hiss, the candle flame was extinguished instantly, and at the last moment when the flame disappeared, the wax oil with white smoke slowly dripped from the door of the head, and the thing was motionless, I don't know if it was stupid or it was already in the sky like this. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the room without a single white candle, the light became more and more dim, and the flow of air stopped as if a thick fog had grown in the quiet black shadows around it......

Click, a sudden sound came from the silent narrow space, and something fell to the ground.

Wusu kept staring at the hazy "human" statue in front of him, his eyes did not blink, and the expression on his face seemed to be vigilant, but it didn't look like it when he looked closely......

Poof—The thing burst out laughing, its slender figure swaying back and forth.

I don't know when, a huge night pearl floated in the middle of the confrontation between the two "people", and the milky white light slowly faded, and little by little penetrated the dim blur in the room.

Soon, Wusu took a clear look at the person in front of him, this person's figure and face were a little haggard, just from the appearance, it was very ordinary, not as scary as just now, I don't know if he did it on purpose just now, or if he had a bad illusion out of thin air......

Wusu looked at this person quietly, and there was an indescribable subtlety in his heart.

Obviously, he looks no different from ordinary people, neither good-looking nor ugly, with a medium-to-low appearance, long hair stained with solidified white wax oil, too thin figure, a long shirt that doesn't look like it's worn on his body, but it looks like it's hanging empty, and he holds a folded paper fan in his hand.

The exposed wrist of the cuff was loosely worn, and the chain dragged directly to the ground, and the chain was occasionally dragged, but it did not make a sound......

"Haven't finished reading it yet?" The man's voice was unexpectedly clearer and more beautiful, and it was a world different from his appearance.

“…… What are you? Wusu asked calmly, the hand holding the curtain unconsciously let go, and subconsciously put it in his arms, and his fingers paused, as if he had touched something.

"I'm not...... Beauty is so naughty. He smiled slightly, and shook his fan, his attitude a little frivolous but difficult to offend.

Wusu was aroused by this "beauty" A chill on her body, her face turned cold, and she said flatly: "Are you a ghost?" ”

He put the fan in the palm of his hand and tapped it lightly twice, revealing a somewhat playful expression, not denying or admitting it: "...... Aren't you afraid? Ghosts can hurt people. ”

Wusu's hand in his arms moved, and he subconsciously grabbed something in his arms, and said vigilantly: "You want to harm me?" ”

Poof, he opened the fan, half of his face was covered, and smiled slightly exaggeratedly, his thin figure trembling slightly under the empty robe.

For some reason, Wusu faintly felt a little out of his eyes, as if this person should not be like this, he should be more elegant and peerless, in order to set off this elegant and faint temperament.

"I'm not a ghost, but I'm not a human either." He removed the fan and shook it, his eyes teasing.

"Oh-" Wusu replied casually and asked seriously, "Then will you harm me?" ”

The interest in his eyes deepened, and he smiled and said, "Consider, consider...... Forget it, seeing the beauty alone, alone, Xiaosheng really can't bear to ......"

Wusu turned his gaze away, subconsciously touched the goosebumps protruding on his arms, bent down to pick up the cloth curtain on the ground and turned to leave.

She walked to a corner of the room a little farther away from him, shook her hands, laid out the curtains, sat down again, yawned tiredly, and said, "I'll go to sleep first, and since you don't intend to harm me, don't bother me." After speaking, he fell to the ground and slept with his eyes closed, all in one go.

He was stunned for a moment, his face slightly showed the meaning of stunned, and for a while, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, his smile was shallow, and he stood still.

Not long after, Wusu turned over to his side, and said to him in a daze, "Can you turn off the light, it's too bright to sleep!" ”

He was stunned again, after a moment of silence, after chuckling a few times, with a flick of his hand, the Night Pearl slowly flew back.

In the gap between the light and shadow, this person's figure seemed to have shed some kind of nihilistic disguise, as if he was a peach, a beautiful man, and then just for a moment, he returned to that ordinary appearance, and disappeared into the shadow of some candlelight, as if that moment was just a dream of someone's family.

A night without a dream, Wusu slept a little reluctantly, and when he woke up, he always felt that his whole body had been dismantled and reassembled, and he didn't adapt to that, and he didn't adapt to that, and he was also sore and unbearable.

She sat up in a daze, reached behind her back and patted her - it was uncomfortable.

Something fell out of its crumpled clothes and fell to the ground.

Wusu lowered her head, squinted, and could vaguely see that it was probably a book, and she subconsciously stretched out her hand and was about to pick it up.

A hand that fell above picked up the book one step faster than her, and she looked up at the owner of the hand blankly, the man, a little familiar......

She pressed her temples, trying to wake up her confused consciousness, but to no avail.

"This is your thing?" Qing Yue's male voice sounded in Wusu's ears.

Wusu was still pressing her temples, and even if she wanted to answer, her consciousness wasn't clear enough for her to answer a complete sentence.

Suddenly there was a strange wind in the ancestral hall, and it slammed open the window next to the door, and the window had no support underneath, and after swaying for a while, it was about to close again, but it was invisibly pressed against the halfway of closing.

The cold air outside the ancestral hall began to pour into the somewhat stuffy inside, rushing straight to Wusu's body, Wusu's head was cold, his body was cold, and he couldn't help but feel excited, and his confused brain instantly became clear.

She frowned, and her delicate little face naturally showed a confused expression, but when she met the somewhat familiar face, her expression immediately returned to a flat appearance, her mouth was one step faster than her brain's reaction, and she subconsciously asked, "Who are you?" ”

From last night's "what are you" to the current "who are you", his expression has become a little subtle, a little crying and laughing.

After Wusu asked this, he began to feel annoyed in his heart, how could he take the initiative to talk to this unidentified thing, although he thought so, his face was still plain and slightly vigilant.

"Xiaosheng Luo Yanxiao, dare to ask the name of the beauty?" Luo Yanxiao leaned in slightly, and his hand holding the fan and the ancient book was placed between the two.

“…… Xiao Niang. Wusu thought about it for a while, and reported the name that Niu Er called her, and a trace of uncertainty flashed on her face.

Luo Yanxiao saw it in his eyes, only smiled slightly, took the ancient book and asked again: "Xiaoniang, is this your thing?" ”