Gu Sang followed secretly, cast a small spell, blindfolded Antai's eyes, made him step on the air, and rolled down the stairs, but a few steps, at most, were bumped and bruised, or he died.

On the other hand, there was cold blood flowing out of the corners of her eyes and ears, and her soul body was faint.

Passing through the corridor, Gu Sanning shone on the glass window, almost not being frightened by himself.

Gu Sanning wiped it casually, and it didn't matter if it was wiped clean, no one could see it anyway.

Gu Sanning floated back to An Sheng's room, he was still sitting in front of the window, looking at the outside world, like a canary imprisoned in a cage, and he was also longing to get out of this place.

"There's something to see out there, why don't you look at me!" Gu Sanning lay on the corner of the table, and made a big grimace at him on a whim, childish.

Seeing that An Sheng didn't react, Gu Sanning squatted in the corner, looked at his face shining in the sun, and said softly: "Don't worry, I will protect you." ”

An Sheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he took out a small sky-blue book from the drawer, and with a slight movement of his bandaged hand, he turned the pages on it.

Gu Sanning lay on the table and peeked at it, but she was accidentally hit by the sun and shrunk into her hair, which frightened her into shrinking.

"Why hasn't the sun gone down yet?" Gu Sanning muttered, and gave up the idea of spying on An Sheng's secret.

An Sheng's movement of turning the page was slightly sluggish, he stood up and left his position, locked the door under Gu Sanning's puzzled gaze, and lay on the bed with his notebook, shrunk into a ball.

Gu Sanning floated over, squatting on the edge of the bed, looking at his angelic face with his chin propped up, the ghost reached out and touched his little face, and a warm current flowed from her body.

Is this what it feels like for a soul body to touch a living person? Write a book

"The misfortunes in front of us are only temporary, and everything will be fine."

Gu Sanning's eyes looked at the sunlight pouring under the windowsill, and couldn't help humming a nursery rhyme, no lyrics, only a simple tune.

An Sheng closed his eyes, and the diary in his arms tightened.

When night fell, there was a knock on the door, An Sheng woke up from his sleep, sat up from the bed with the notebook in his arms, looked around, and a touch of disappointment slipped out of the corner of his eyes.

He stepped out of bed barefoot and went to open the door.

It was the servant who came and told him to come downstairs to eat.

Gu Sanning climbed in through the window, took advantage of the night to wander around, and was almost targeted by a wild ghost, and it took a lot of effort to get rid of the wild ghost and return to An's home.

It seems that her merit body has become a ghost, and she is still there.

Can this be offset by doing a little more bad things?

Gu Sang thought quietly, he didn't see An Sheng as far as his eyes could see, his heart couldn't help but tighten, he crossed several walls, found An Sheng in the dining room, and also saw Fang Sihui's mother Fang Yuehua.

The family seemed to be happily eating dinner, and the clinker Antai made a demon to give Ansheng a dish, and the chopsticks indirectly stimulated Fang Sihui's nerves, and he threw the chopsticks to the ground with his backhand, and Antai quarreled.

In this environment, An Sheng ate quietly, which undoubtedly caused Fang Yuehua's unhappiness, and he put his chopsticks down and scolded angrily: "There is no culture!" ”

"Bitter old witch!" Gu Sanning squatted next to An Sheng, and his mouth was sharp and he scowled back.