What's going on? No matter how big Ye Feng's mind was, he was not calm, he couldn't explain all this in front of him. These obscure characters are not words in his cognition at all, and there is no way to verify what they mean. It's just that when he puts his eyes on this ancient book, he will have a bizarre illusion, he will see that all kinds of characters will fly up in the book one after another, and they will quickly burrow into Ye Feng's eyes, and then Ye Feng will feel that his eyes are cold and very comfortable.

Hey? Why is this happening? Could it be because he has the Ghost Eyes? However, there is obviously not even half a text on this ancient book. So how was Zhao Bodhi able to comprehend the secrets of the period? There are stories. Ye Feng couldn't help but keep an eye on it, thinking that this Zhao Bodhi was not as simple as it seemed on the surface!

Zhao Bodhi's so-called home is actually a set of two-bedroom and one-living room in the dormitory building of Nanda Classroom, although the house is not big, but there are all kinds of daily necessities inside. Mo Li carried his change of clothes into the shower, Ye Feng gently summoned Ah Huang to guard him, presumably ordinary demons and ghosts did not dare to approach.

"Drink something? Drink? Also whitewater? Or tea? Zhao Bodhi stared at Ye Feng with burning eyes and asked, his tone was generous and decent, without the slightest ambiguity from before.

"Let's tea!" Ye Feng said that since the last time he had the privilege of tasting the best wine at Tang Youfu's place, he has developed a strong interest in this tedious tea-making process. But to his regret, Zhao Bodhi just threw some tea leaves into the disposable cup, and then filled the water dispenser with boiling water and handed it to him.

"Uh..." Ye Feng was speechless for a while, and the skill of making tea was really flattering. He looked at the shower room with the lights on, heard the sound of running water, and knew that Mo Li was busy. He carefully took out his Seven Treasure Gourd, pulled out the gold-topped red stopper, and called softly: "Zhao Linglong is out." ”

There was no golden light, no white smoke rising, just Zhao Linglong standing beside him groggily, his eyes were dull, his body was scattered, and he had already lost his previous liveliness and cuteness.

"Linglong? Is that you? Zhao Bodi listened sideways, and it seemed that it was difficult to distinguish Zhao Linglong's location, so he had to put his puzzled eyes back on Ye Feng's body. After all, Ye Feng didn't know how the two sisters communicated before, so he had to pat Zhao Bodhi on the shoulder twice to extinguish the light of the essence on her body.

Zhao Bodhi rubbed his eyes desperately, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief. Zhao Linglong, the younger sister who once worried her, was standing beside Ye Feng at this time, her eyes glazed, as if she didn't have any thoughts.

"What's wrong with her?" Zhao Bodhi took Zhao Linglong's cold little hand and asked a few topics of concern in a row, and when he saw her, he looked like he was ignoring her, and the six gods had no owner, so he finally sighed and gave up the idea of continuing to ask.

"Her three souls are not aligned, and her seven souls are difficult to gather, which is why she looks like this." Ye Feng smiled at Zhao Bodi awkwardly, such an answer is really faceless to eat in the school flower's house. He quickly moved a small bench and sat at the kitchen door and began to help choose vegetables. Let the school flower of NTU, the goddess ---- Zhao Bodhi, cook for herself to cook, will such an honorable courtesy make you lose your life?

"I had the idea of letting her soul reside in her toy puppets or portrait photographs, and I wondered if it would work out. To be honest, I really don't have the slightest experience with this ghost's captivity. Ye Feng touched his nose in embarrassment, this is the case, no matter how much it quibbles, there is no point in arguing.

Zhao Bodhi's face darkened, and she felt disappointed, she lowered her head and thought for a while, then raised her head with confidence, looked at Ye Feng with a firm look in her eyes and said, "I believe that you will definitely find a way, right?" I just don't want to be separated from Linglong, but I don't expect her to be able to resurrect her soul with the help of someone's corpse, let alone that she can cultivate into a ghost and a god, as long as she can accompany me to turn gray and finish the rest of my life. Whether rich or poor, it's just a matter of never giving up, why is it so difficult? ”

Looking at her little face with pear blossoms and rain, Ye Feng suddenly had the urge to hold him in his arms and comfort him. It's just that the sound of running water in the bathing room told him that he was calm, calm, and not reckless. "Maybe this "Ghost Whisper Secrets" can fulfill your wish, but I haven't been able to understand the mysteries in this book yet, can you borrow me to read it for a while, and study what is going on?"

Zhao Bodhi brushed his sleeves away the tears on his face, nodded and said: "This is natural, you just have to take it back and study it, anyway, this book is not understandable to ordinary people." I've only read it a few times in my dreams, and I've learned some ways to communicate with ghosts, which I can use to communicate with Linglong. ”

Flipping through in a dream? Ye Feng was stunned, could it be that this Zhao Bodhi was the same as himself, and he was also the persecutor of the soul disorder? He stared at Zhao Bodhi carefully, his pupils dilated instantly, and then contracted sharply. The three lights are thriving, the six gods are in power, the soul is there, the luck is good, this is a healthy and healthy normal person, where is like himself, suffering from this damn soul leaving disease.