After shopping around the lake and visiting the night market, it seems that it has really suffocated Sangxia after being closed for too many days. As soon as you arrive at Wushan Night Market, it is like a wild horse returning to the grassland.

Her hand, who was still holding his hand, grabbed several enamel ornaments that looked almost the same in a blink of an eye. Fusu stood aside, looking at her serious little face with interest.

"Fusu, which one do you think looks good? How about this bracelet? Or is it this? Hey, boss, what's this called?" asked Sang Xia, holding a piece of ornament, at the middle-aged man who was greeting the other guests.

"Oh, it's a pendant, a necklace, a pendant. The middle-aged man had the appearance of a standard Xinjiang Uyghur, probably because he was afraid that he would not speak Chinese enough, so he gestured with his hand on his neck.

"Got it. Thanks, I'll take a look at it again. Sanxia leaned over the ornament-covered countertop and continued to choose.

Although it is winter, the night market is still quite lively, not as bustling as the peak season, but there are many tourists.

This shop is not on the main street but at the side alley, sandwiched between two storefronts. This kind of temporary stalling in the aisle is the cheapest rent.

Fusu's eyes turned for a moment, and he released a spiritual power that people couldn't see, and he quickly reached the other side of the alley through the crowd.

A middle-aged woman dressed in Uyghur costume walked from the entrance of the alley and stood quietly by the shop looking at the Uyghur stall owner.

"Fusu, do you think this is good? I think this is good, if only someone could help me try it. I don't have pierced ears..."

Sang Xia looked up at Fusu as he spoke, only to realize that he was looking at a woman next to the shop.

"You..." was about to get mad, and was suddenly attracted by the woman's appearance, and at this glance, he knew that it was the shopkeeper's family.

Sang Xia smiled politely at the woman standing next to the table and said, "Boss, can you please help me try it on?"

The woman looked at Sangxia in horror, Fusu was stunned, frowned and turned her gaze from the Uyghur woman to Sangxia, and the stall owner next to the table at the entrance of the alley was busy haggling with another group of customers, not noticing the strange atmosphere here.

"I gave it to a friend, but I don't know if it looks good when I wear it, I can't try it without piercing my ears, can I please do me a favor?" Sanxia explained.

"Do you mean, let me wear it for you?" The woman's accent was the same as that of the stall owner, and her voice was very soft and low, with an uncanny questioning and pause.

"Well, yes, yes, is that okay?" said as he handed over the earrings in his hand.

"Sangxia" Fusu grabbed her hand, took the pair of earrings and said to the stall owner, "How much does it cost?" ”

...... In the dark place where no one passed by in the night market, Fusu hugged Sang Xia and turned around and disappeared, and the two returned to Runlu.

"Fusu, what happened just now?" Sang Xia looked at him nervously with a blank expression.

“...... You, who did you just talk to?"

"Didn't you see that too? I guess it's the stall owner's wife. Sanxia blinked with a pair of big eyes.

"The Uyghur woman?"

"yes, or who else?"

.........

"Fusu, what's wrong with you?"

Frowning and thinking for a while, Fusu beckoned, "Come here, I'll look at your eyes." ”

"What's wrong?" Sangxia walked over with a question mark on his face, honestly looking up and his eyes wide.

Fusu stared at her big eyes, panicked in the bottom of his heart, and released a golden thread to swim into Sang Xia's eyes.

After a moment, I saw his eyebrows wrung deeper.

"What's wrong! What's wrong with my eyes?"

Fusu didn't answer her question, thought about it in a daze, reached out and touched her forehead and said, "Go to the house and take a temperature measurement to see if you have a fever again." ”

"Oh!"

After a few minutes, "Look, it's 37 degrees 5, I'm all right." ”

Sang Xia took the thermometer and shook it in front of Fusu, "Starting tomorrow, I'm going back to work at the company." There's a lot of work left behind..."

Finding that Fusu wasn't listening at all, Sang Xia thought to herself, could it be that she was still thinking about the shopkeeper?

When I thought about it, I got angry, "I haven't asked you yet, when I was picking a gift, you stared at that beautiful woman for a long time." Hmph..."

"Ah?!!" Fusu came to his senses and looked at Sangxia with tears and laughter.

"Isn't it, I said yes? Hmph, lust, ghosts..."

"You..."Fusu said angrily, "ghosts are ghosts, but not perverts." ”

"Not a pervert?" asked the girl, innocently, curiously.

"That Uyghur woman is not a human being, she is a dead soul. That's what you say, ghosts. Fusu explained word by word.

"So, then why I..."

"I don't know why you can see it, and I checked your eyes and I didn't see any difference. ”

“... Wait for Meng Yi to come back and ask him if he has encountered this situation. ”

"Oh..."

At that time, in the night market, Fusu was aware of the existence of the dead soul from a distance. However, he didn't care at all.

Sanxia carefully recalled the situation, and only then did she understand what was going on with the puzzled look and unsure tone in the woman's voice as she looked at her.

She didn't feel scared, and it wasn't the first time she'd seen a ghost.

As soon as the two of them sat down on the sofa, they saw Qiao Ziye pushing the door into the house as if he was soulless, muttering, "Hell, hell, hell, what a hell." ”

20. Heavy night

Sang Xia jumped up suddenly, "Brother Midnight, how do you know that I have the hell?!!"

"Ah?!!" Qiao Ziye was very chaotic, and his whole brain was like someone had poured a truckload of paste and sprinkled a sack of flour, and the sky was confused.

"You weren't like that just now, hell hell, hell, hell, like this. Who are you talking about? Hell you, too?"

Sang Xia hilariously learned Qiao Ziye's zombie appearance, which made Fusu's originally entangled expression instantly relaxed, shaking his head and crying and laughing at this pair of living treasures.

"What?!What are you talking about?" Qiao Ziye shook his head vigorously, feeling that his whole head was floating as if he was dizzy, but he still heard what Sang Xia said, "Hell, who?"

"God babbling, what's wrong with you?" Fu Su also felt that Qiao Ziye was a little strange, and reached out and touched his forehead.

Midnight rolled her eyes and slapped his hand away, "I don't have a fever again, I'm fine." Okay. ”

"Ahem, ahem... What the hell are you talking about?" Clearing his throat, Qiao Ziye looked at Sang Xia seriously and with concern and asked.

Knowing that he must have been seen just now, in order to avoid the two of them asking, it was better to quickly divert the topic.

"What's the matter?What the hell?" Meng Yi, who had just returned to Runlu, heard the sensitive words as soon as he pushed the door, turned around and closed the door and ran over nervously.

"Don't you think it's strange to chat like this?" Fu Su glanced coldly at the three mentally unhealthy guys in the room, "Are you planning to meet each other in the future, and the first thing you say is: Did you see the hell today?"

"Also, there's nothing bad about it," Sanxia muttered in a very low voice.

Qiao Ziye's afterglow swept over Sang Xia's body, and said in his heart: Girl, you should be brave enough to say it loudly, is it cowardly to mumble so quietly?

"What's going on?" Meng Yi felt that it was related to Sang Xia, and couldn't help but worry............