The ghost inside...... You don't really have to kill someone, do you?

Tsukasa Arakawa was wrapped in a rag and staggered out of the warehouse.

As the sun sets, Arakawa can't help but feel worried.

He really wants to trouble Noriko and Qing Anran, but if he kills them because of this, then isn't he committing a crime?

Even if he didn't kill someone, then he can be considered an accomplice!

Arakawa struggled for a while, but finally decided to be a good person.

He first called Noriko at the request of the Earth Bound Spirit, informing her that someone had asked her to meet in this warehouse tomorrow night.

Then, I sent another text message to Aoi.

The text message did not specifically mention the kidnapping, but only mentioned that there would be ghosts in the warehouse tomorrow night, so she must be there.

After the text message was sent, Aoi quickly called back.

Arakawa was afraid that he would leak things out when he answered the phone, so he clicked and refused.

After informing these two people, Arakawa still didn't feel very safe.

If Aoi can't deal with that ghost, won't it be a scourge for the two flower girls?

In the end, Arakawa decided to add an extra layer of insurance.

Although he couldn't find Qing Anran's mobile phone number, the correspondence records in the mailbox were still there.

So, he described the matter as it was and sent it to Qing Anran.

In the email, Arakawa focused on his escape from death and brought out important information, and specially told Qing Anran that he must kill the ghost with more men.

After Arakawa sent out the email, he kept muttering: Arakawa-sama, who represents justice, escaped death, is not afraid of the coercion of evil spirits, and saves the beautiful girl wisely, which is really wonderful!

When he was reveling in his intelligence, he didn't know that there were already more than a dozen mobile phone cameras pointing at him.

"Look at that person, wearing a rag and still having stupid fun, isn't it a pervert?"

"Why don't you find the yamen, there must be something wrong with this person!"

"What kind of yamen are you looking for, what if it's performance art!"

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Baili Yanran came back from last night and slept until this moment before waking up.

After waking up, she dragged Lao Dao down the mountain together.

Edgeworth was very fast, one old and one young, and soon arrived in Ping'an Town.

Immortal cultivators can't be too ostentatious, so after the two of them flew to the bamboo forest outside the town, they landed and put the long sword into the scabbard behind their backs.

"Master!"

Baili Yanran ran out of the distance, only to find that Lao Dao was still walking slowly behind, with a small waist inserted and a small mouth pouted: "Master, you go quickly, you won't be able to buy delicious food for a while!" ”

Lao Dao stroked his beard and replied as he walked: "This is coming, this is coming." ”

"Master, work hard!"

Baili Yanran shouted, ran back to Lao Dao with another smoke, took Lao Dao's arm, and smirked.

The bamboo forest and the town are next to each other, and although the two of them walked quickly, it didn't take much time to enter the town.

The town is very lively, the shouts of the hawkers, the applause of the performers, and the beckoning of the women in the Qinglou are all in the ears.

"Rock sugar gourd!"

"Okay, one more!"

"Uncle, come and play!"

Baili Yanran raised her face and asked Lao Dao: "Master, what is that building playing for, why can only the uncle play?" ”

Lao Dao looked for prestige, and was facing the flying kisses of several girls, and suddenly his old face turned red, and he quickly took his gaze back: "Yanran, this is a place where the energetic masters in the mortal dust consume their physical strength, and we cultivators can't step in, you must remember." ”

"The disciple remembered."

Baili Yanran shook her eyes and pretended to return the salute, but she was thinking in her heart that she must go secretly once when she turned around!

Every time two people come to the town, the first check-in point is the sugar gourd in Ping'an Town.

The sugar gourd here is more delicious than other places, the red fruit is well chosen, and the sugar coating is thick, which is the favorite of two people.

Lao Dao is old, but he is eating sugar gourd with a little girl on the street, which is indeed a bit discordant.

However, most people didn't dare to say more after seeing the two long swords behind them.

"Master, if I don't follow to learn this craft, I will make it for you every day in the future!"

"Grow red fruits in the back mountains and boil syrup, do you think it's okay?"

As soon as he talked about the future, Lao Dao remembered that he wanted to send Baili Yanran away. Lao Dao felt uncomfortable in his heart, and sighed softly: "Yanran, you are not too young, you have to learn to be independent, cultivate well, protect yourself, you can't always be so childish." ”

"Master?"

Baili Yanran frowned at her slender eyebrows, it turned out that when she came out to play, Lao Dao never talked about cultivation, and even if she wanted to say it, it was in a half-joking tone.

But today, she felt that something seemed wrong with Lao Dao.

"Master, did the disciple make you angry?" Baili Yanran asked in a low voice.

"No, it's just a feeling." Lao Dao put on a smiling face again and said haha: "Yanran, what do you want to eat and play today, just say, Master has a treat!" ”

"The disciple wants to go to the teahouse to listen to books!"

Baili Yanran has lived on Kunlun Immortal Mountain since she was a child, and she has heard too many myths and legends, cultivating immortals, and ascending.

Therefore, those strange things in the market can attract her even more.

"Okay, let's go over, but you are not allowed to raise the bar like last time, the gentleman who told the story!" Lao Dao instructed.

"Got it...... Master. ”

Baili Yanran dragged a long voice, replied copically, and then muttered in a low voice: "It's obviously Mr. who is talking nonsense, and he won't let people say it......"

The last time I went to listen to the book, the storyteller happened to tell the story of a mortal cultivating immortals, however, the things told in the story are purely nonsense, about a man who accidentally obtained a system, as long as he clocks in every day, he can cultivate immortals, it's just a joke!

Baili Yanran couldn't hold back for a while, so she went on stage to find Mr. to theorize, and almost didn't tear down someone's platform.

For this matter, Lao Dao also locked her up for three days.

Worldly things, unless they bring harm to their lives, must not be attacked, this is what Lao Tao has repeatedly admonished her.

Baili Yanran can gradually understand the truth, but sometimes she can't control her little fist.

This time, though, she felt like she could definitely control it!

Pushing the back of the old way, Baili Yanran urged: "Master, the disciple is very well-behaved, you can put ten thousand hearts!" ”

Lao Dao responded again and again: "I know, I know, you slow down, the old waist of the teacher can't help you toss like this......"

The two of them were dressed in Taoist robes, tied their hair in buns, and carried long swords, which were particularly conspicuous when they walked into the teahouse.

The storyteller has a waist face, small eyes, and a dog skin plaster on one cheek.

Mr.'s table is actually made up of several tables.

On the table, there is a small table, a bamboo chair, a piece of waking wood, a folding fan, a handkerchief, and a pot of tea.

The gentleman had just finished speaking, and took a sip of tea into the spout, which was very enjoyable.

Swinging his big sleeves, he opened the next section again, and he swept into the Baili Yanran.