Chapter 27: There's a Female Ghost

Cheng Yifan entered the side room and went to bed early. Lying on the bed, he thought about everything that had happened today.

The first thing he remembered was the words of the Li family's grandmother: "If a person is depressed for a long time, then his heart will change, and even if his heart changes, even if luck comes, it will be difficult to transform." Cheng Yifan didn't think that his luck would suddenly improve. For more than 20 years, since he was sensible, he didn't know what luck was, and he happened to get on the last train every time in front of major events. And in the little things, it is bumpy, and it is always so unpleasant.

Especially in recent years, it has been extremely depressed. However, if Cheng Yifan knew what happened to his ancestors, then he would definitely be happy for himself, at least he went to college and had a relatively stable income. His parents and grandparents were all peasants, and they were poor peasants, and it was even stranger that they passed down from generation to generation, and by the time he was the sixth generation, there was only one boy in each generation.

Sometimes Cheng Yifan wonders if there is a problem with his family's ancestral grave, he doesn't understand these, he has seen a lot of strange things in recent days, he suddenly has a strange idea, and when he comes out of the mountains this time, he must ask Lao Zhao to help him see the ancestral grave.

Thinking of this, Cheng Yifan remembered that he hadn't called Lao Zhao after coming to Wuyun Mountain for so long, so he took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and dialed Lao Zhao. The phone has not been able to connect, and after trying several times, Cheng Yifan guessed where Lao Zhao should be on a business trip, and there was no signal.

Cheng Yifan was bored and searched Wuyun Mountain on Baishe, trying to find out if there was a record description or something, but after a few rounds, he found that the five clouds on the society were not in the same place as the five clouds here. So I turned off my phone and got ready to go to sleep.

Maybe he was tired from the car, or maybe he drank wine in the Li Mansion, Cheng Yifan felt very sleepy, and he fell asleep not long after.

I don't know how long it took, a strange wind blew the door of Cheng Yifan's room open.

Cheng Yifan was awakened in his sleep, opened his eyes, and was scared in his heart, and wanted to scream. I froze down, glanced at my phone but didn't call out. At half past three, Cheng Yifan thought to himself that he still didn't call people, not to mention the disturbing dreams in the middle of the night, in case he was too careful, nothing happened, and woke up the Gao family, how embarrassing it would be.

Cheng Yifan turned on the light, ready to get up and close the door, thinking that this Gao family is really weird, there are always strong winds from time to time, and this door is not good, obviously the door bolt is still blown open by the wind. Yes, I obviously put on the door bolt, how did it be opened, there won't be anything unclean in this Gao family.

Alas, it's all your own fault, you shouldn't be foolish when you enter this Gao family, oh...... No, ......I can't think about it, I can't think about it, I just think that this afternoon's Gao family's "borrowing incense" is like collecting tolls, and it has caused strange winds again and again.

Could it be that the ancestor of the Gao family is really so stingy and came to me in the middle of the night for this. Cheng Yifan thought about it while walking towards the door in fear. If he could, he would rather stay open all night than walk to the door, and the feeling was so frightening.

Cheng Yifan didn't even dare to look outside the door, it might be too nervous to close the door with his eyes closed, Cheng Yifan didn't touch the door bolt for a long time. I really can't help it, I still have to open my eyes. But the moment he opened his eyes, he regretted it. It's really that the more you are afraid of something, the more you will come, this is the so-called luck of Cheng Yifan over the years, the good spirit is not bad.

At this time, it is the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the terrain of Yunnan-Guizhou Province is already high, the temperature at night is relatively low, and it is almost autumn, and the night is even cooler. Cheng Yifan's autumn coat draped over his shoulders was blown off by a breeze at this time, and he leaned over to pick up his coat. When I looked up, I saw a lower quarter moon, although the second quarter moon was not as bright as the full moon, but at this time I was in a deep mountain village, and it was dark all around, and the moonlight was extraordinarily bright. Under the illumination of the moon, the flowers and ancient trees in the yard, the wall and the stone table, are clearly visible, especially the big tripod facing the door of the side house is clearly visible, and the outline is clear.

Cheng Yifan shouldn't have looked at this courtyard a few more times, because at this time, he saw a thin figure in a white gauze coat on the platform in front of Dading. Cheng Yifan hurriedly closed the door without daring to look at it more, his heart was beating with trepidation, and he kept chanting "hallucination, it's an illusion." calmed down a little, Cheng Yifan couldn't help it again, and secretly looked out of the door. I saw a white figure holding a golden sword in his right hand, barefoot, and martial arts similar to Kuroko's father.

Cheng Yifan pinched his leg fiercely. Mom, it's not a dream, it's true. Cheng Yifan was about to open his mouth to call someone, and then he thought about it, could it be Uncle Gao who got up in the middle of the night to practice swords. may have pinched himself just now, and Cheng Yifan opened the crack in the door a little more. This time he finally saw clearly that it was a woman. The woman was dressed in a white gauze robe, more than 1.7 meters tall, thinner than a man, but very plump compared to a woman, with bare feet, bare feet with gold rings, long hair on her head hanging down her shoulders, bound with gold rings. Cheng Yifan doesn't know martial arts, but he feels that this woman is like dancing, dancing gracefully, charming, plus this figure and fluttering gauze, the only thing that makes people think of is a Chinese ghost ghost, a ghost.

Cheng Yifan finally couldn't help it, and shouted in a low voice into the sunspot's room, "Sunspot, sunspot, wake up, wake up." I called Kuroko a few times in a row, but there was no response. Cheng Yifan screamed louder and louder, but the sunspot room didn't react at all.

Cheng Yifan couldn't help it, he banged on the wall of Kuroko's room and shouted, "Kuroko, Kuroko, wake up", but there was still no sound in Kuroko's room, and Cheng Yifan felt that something was wrong. I thought that something would not happen to Kuroko, right? Don't be afraid, Cheng Yifan opened the door and went directly to the door of Kuroko's room, shouting "Kuroko, open the door". There was still no response in the room.

Cheng Yifan was in a hurry, broke the door with one foot, who knew that the door was not locked, Cheng Yifan kicked in the air, fell in, looked around, the room was empty, what about the sunspot, why is the sunspot not in the room. Cheng Yifan felt that something might be wrong, he shouted "Uncle Gao, Yunliang, there are ghosts, there are ghosts", Cheng Yifan shouted while running in the direction of the inner hall.

"Childe, you don't have to scream, they can't hear you." As she passed by the woman, she suddenly spoke.

Cheng Yifan ignored this woman, but kept screaming and running, but after screaming for a long time, no one really appeared. Frightened, coupled with the connected running, Cheng Yifan felt very tired, but the woman still danced her sword quietly.

Cheng Yifan sat down in despair and roared: "You are a human or a ghost, where did you get them." ”

"Childe, I'm not a human, I'm not a ghost, I'm just a spiritual sense, and you woke me up during the day." The woman stopped dancing the sword and said in a Yungui native voice. This woman smiled and greeted when she spoke, and her eyes were full of stars.

Cheng Yifan was no longer in the mood to appreciate this beauty at this time, although the woman in front of him was charming and amorous, but Cheng Yifan only knew that she was a ghost. Cheng Yifan continued to roar: "What the hell is spiritual consciousness, who are you, what do you want to do, where have all the people of the Gao family gone?" ”

"Childe, don't be nervous, I have no ill will towards you," the woman said as she approached Cheng Yifan.

Cheng Yifan sat paralyzed, retreated weakly, and said, "Don't come here"

The woman stopped laughing, her smile touching. said: "Childe, don't be afraid, I was originally a trace of the Gao family's grandmother's spiritual sense, and I was sealed in the golden snake cone, and this trace of my spiritual sense has been sealed for more than three hundred years, and I have been waiting for someone who can wake me up." It is you who have awakened me today.

Grandmother of the Gao family, the woman in front of me is the grandmother of the Gao family, Cheng Yifan doesn't know what spiritual sense is, only as a ghost is spiritual consciousness, I think it was really I who provoked the ancestral spirit of the Gao family during the day. But since it's the grandmother of the Gao family. Then the Gao family will naturally not be in any danger. Cheng Yifan seemed to have pulled a life-saving straw all of a sudden. Just provoke anger, then naturally there is no danger to your life. Since you've hit the ghost, you can only apologize to the ghost. Cheng Yifan said tremblingly: "Grandma Gao, it's me who is wrong today, you shouldn't talk nonsense, you just treat me as a fart and don't worry about me as a junior?" ”

The woman ignored Cheng Yifan and continued: "I am just a trace of spiritual sense, although my grade is very high, but I must not have a soul, and there will be no emotional fluctuations without soul spiritual sense, so I naturally will not care about you." ”

Cheng Yifan really doesn't know what spiritual sense is, is there obviously a living ghost who can talk, how can he say that he has no emotions. Anyway, it doesn't matter whether it's a person, a ghost, or a ghost, since you have encountered it, you will admit that you are unlucky.

The woman continued to smile and greet people and said, "You don't have to worry too much, you just treat me as a memory left by the grandmother of the Gao family." ”

Cheng Yifan didn't want to worry about it, but he really didn't know what to do with Yifan? He looked up, and the moon was still there, and there was no intention of shining this day. used to be played on TV, and the ghost left as soon as it dawned, but what Cheng Yifan wanted most now was to light up as soon as possible......

Cheng Yifan continued to ask: Then what are you doing here, where have the Gao family gone?

The woman stopped dancing the sword and asked herself, "What am I doing here, why am I here?" The woman walked a few steps thoughtfully, then walked back and said, "It's been too long, more than three hundred years, and I don't even remember myself, this place used to be where I practiced martial arts with Xianggong." I'm waiting for someone here, a person surnamed Yuan, a person who can wake me up, you are the person who awakens me, you are the person I am waiting for, you are the little master, yes, you are the little master. ”

The woman's eyes wandered, as if she remembered something, and grabbed Cheng Yifan coldly. Cheng Yifan was already frightened at this time, he couldn't climb up, and he couldn't use his strength to shake it off. Cheng Yifan thought to himself, it turns out that being caught by a ghost is this feeling.

Cheng Yifan said in a panic and fear: "What are you going to do, where are you going to take me?" You let go of me. The woman ignored Cheng Yifan, she was like a thoughtless robot, pulling Cheng Yifan with her left hand like a chicken to walk towards the Gao family ancestral hall.

Cheng Yifan was dragged into the Gao family ancestral hall like this.