The white cat suddenly stiffened, and its round cat's eyes flashed with a hint of shock and fear.

The white cat then let out a high-pitched meow, struggled desperately and jumped down, and scurried to the side without knowing where to run.

The back is quite embarrassed.

The corners of Ye Wuqing's mouth twitched, and at this time, a strong and strong smell of wine suddenly filled the air.

Just because of this wine, Ye Wuqing didn't need to look at it to know who was coming, "Ye Miao, Lingling's soul altar is in the car." ”

For the nominal adoptive father, Ye Wuqing has always unceremoniously called him by name and surname.

A tall, scruffy man with a scruffy beard staggered over, with a few deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He had long, messy hair and disheveled clothes, like a homeless man under the subway, the only difference was that he was strong enough to smoke the smell of alcohol.

Except for Ye Wuqing, it is estimated that no one will think that this drunkard is the rumored and respected seventh-order master Ye Miao.

After all, the rumored Ye Miao Master is a fairy-like handsome and dusty, immortal character with a fairy wind and bones, who has been in seclusion for many years, and is almost a hermit master who exists in the legend.

Who knows, but it's a sloppy drunkard? When you walk on the street, you have to hide your nose and avoid the existence of it.

Ye Miao waved his hand, and the soul altar on the car flew lightly to his hand, he leaned up and took a deep breath, that look, that action, seemed to be holding a jar of wine, "Okay, I'll help her, you prepare ten jars of wine for me." "The voice is hoarse.

The corners of Ye Wuqing's mouth twitched, "Ready, in the back compartment." ”

Before Ye Wuqing's words fell, Ye Miao threw the soul altar casually and flashed to the back compartment. The action was so fast, Ye Wuqing only felt that his eyes flickered, and then he saw that the soul altar was about to fall down.

it!

As soon as Ye Wuqing was about to make a move, the soul altar was held in front of her by a pair of hands.

Feng Mu looked at her with a flattering smile and blood-red pupils.

"Well done." Ye Wuqing took a deep breath and praised it, before he took it with a smile, and after confirming that it was correct, he turned around, his face suddenly turned blue, "Ye Miao!" ”

This dead drunkard!!

"You seem to be looking at this spirit." Ye Miao turned her back to Ye Wuqing, raised her head, and drank wine with a grunt, "The more things you care about, the worse it will be for you." The last sentence, with a strong smell of alcohol, seems to be just a casual drunken talk.

Ye Wuqing: "She is Lingling's soul." When you were drunk and dreamed of dying, it wasn't for the food sent by Lingling, and I would have starved to death. Don't spare life and death grievances, it has nothing to do with me, but I won't sit idly by and watch Lingling's affairs. ”

"You are alone, don't care too much about the people and things around you, you can't keep their ......"

"Got it, I don't need you to repeat it. Really, there is so much nonsense after drinking. Ye Wuqing closed the car door angrily and walked into the villa with the soul altar in his arms.

It is true that Ye Miao is now a drunkard who is addicted to alcohol, but it is undeniable that the level of occultism is indeed the level of the seventh order, and his strength is strong. What gave Ye Wuqing a headache and was difficult to solve, he easily solved it with almost no effort.

A slender girl with long hair and waist, wearing a long blue dress and pure white shoes that Bai Liyao gave her, her pale and gentle face was very beautiful.

As soon as Ye Wuqing pushed the door open, he saw Zuo Lingling floating around, pouring wine for Ye Miao and pinching his shoulders very attentively.

The corners of Ye Wuqing's mouth couldn't help twitching again, am I looking to find a full-time nanny for Ye Miao?

"Qing is here." Zuo Lingling floated over with a happy smile, "Uncle Ye is drunk, is there anything wrong with you?" ”

Ye Wuqing looked at her childhood friend in front of her speechlessly, and couldn't think of the murderous appearance of her soul refining two years ago.

After Ye Miao's spell to expel the resentment and calm the soul, Zuo Lingling has recovered into an ordinary soul, but she has lost the memory of becoming a soul refiner, and only remembers that her boss Li Kaijian had bad intentions towards her, and then she ran away and fell to her death.

Zuo Lingling has seventy years to live. The longevity is not over, and the prefecture does not accept it. That is to say, Zuo Lingling has to be a lonely ghost for seventy years before she can enter the Netherworld and cross Lethe River to be reincarnated.

So, Ye Wuqing asked Zuo Lingling to live in the Miao Ran Pavilion.

In the Miaoran Pavilion, there are now two people, a corpse, a cat and a ghost.

I don't know if it's because of Ye Miao's spell, Zuo Lingling is very affectionate to Ye Miao.

"I'm going back to the academy." Ye Wuqing said, "You stay in the Miao Ran Pavilion and don't go out." Those people won't let you go easily. ”

"Qing, don't you rest assured, isn't there still Uncle Ye?" Zuo Lingling is very optimistic, she has lost the memory of becoming a ghost, and after she has no resentment, her personality is the same as when she was alive.

Well, I'm not at ease when he's there.

"You take this paper crane, and tear it up if you have something."

Saying goodbye to Zuo Lingling, Ye Wuqing still had something to tell the corpse and the cat, but he couldn't find it no matter how he found it.

It's not going to be a scary ghost at the funeral home again, right?

Ye Wuqing thought speechlessly.

For her family's peculiar hobby of corpses and cats, Ye Wuqing didn't dare to compliment.

So, Ye Wuqing drove out directly.

Anyway, these two will run home by themselves.

The Pavilion is located in the suburbs, in a remote location. From one remote place to another, it takes at least three hours to drive to Minglan College.

Ye Wuqing suddenly felt a little wrong when he was halfway through the drive, immediately braked and stopped, opened the rear compartment, walked over, almost fainted, a corpse twisted and stuffed in the rear trunk, seeing her show a flattering smile, the white cat lay on Feng Mu's head, quite stiff and wagged its tail to sell cuteness, meowing.

The gas is very good, the sun is shining, and the brilliant sprinkles down, shining on the zombie Feng Mu and emitting the smell of burnt leather.

Ye Wuqing hurriedly pulled down the car cover, revealing only a little, "What are you doing?" The voice gritted his teeth a little, and he hid in her carriage and followed. Fortunately, she found out now, what if she brought these two guys to Minglan Academy?

In response to her, a corpse revealed the gaze of a poor child who had been abandoned by an unscrupulous mother, and a cat looked at her stiffly and sluggishly, inexplicably well-behaved and cute, and a little funny.

Ye Wuqing's eyelashes trembled, and he was so angry that he choked: "It's useless to pretend to be pitiful!" I'm not going to take you to the academy. ”

Closing the carriage with a snap, Ye Wuqing got into the car angrily, turned around and was about to drive back to the Miaoran Pavilion.

At this time, the mobile phone rang urgently, and the urging ringtone was like a life-threatening ringtone.

"What's the matter?" Looking at the word partner on the screen, Ye Wuqing immediately answered, and her tone was the same as usual, and she couldn't hear that she was half dead in anger a second ago.

"Sister Qing, hurry back to the academy, hurry up, !! Something is wrong!!!! ”

Luo Keke's sharp and panicked voice almost shattered Ye Wuqing's eardrums.

"What's the big deal?" Ye Wuqing said calmly.