In the opposite room, it was extremely dark, without a trace of light, the kind of strange darkness that could not be seen without reaching out to the five fingers.

The door also stopped wobbling.

Yan Qingqing's face was calm, and she was about to close the door of her house.

But the door was as heavy as a hill, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't pull the door.

Yan Qingqing originally wanted to use the methods of an immortal cultivator, but at this moment, a sound of footsteps came into his ears.

She also felt that in the darkness of the opposite door, something was approaching her.

Yan Qingqing's eyes narrowed slightly, she wanted to see if it was man-made or evil.

If it is artificial, there must be immortal cultivators. If it's evil, not necessarily.

In the memory of the silly girl, the ghost is ethereal. Those who believe have, but those who do not believe do not.

In the Ten Thousand Realms of Cultivating Immortals, ordinary ghosts are a mass of energy, without any ability, and cannot affect ordinary people. When the energy disappears, it enters samsara.

Ghosts that are resentful will form an autonomous consciousness and kill people. The more people are harmed, the greater the resentment, and the greater the self-energy.

Kill a lot, have spiritual intelligence, this is called the ghost clan. Some ghost clans are even comparable in strength to the Immortal Emperor.

The immortal energy of the earth is thin, and no matter how powerful the ghost is, it cannot become a ghost race.

It is not contradictory, the earth has immortal energy, at least it means that there were once immortal cultivators.

In ancient times, there were also many legends of immortals.

However, in modern times, there is only science and technology, and there is no figure of immortal cultivators.

Therefore, if it is caused by evil spirits, it does not mean that there are immortal cultivators.

Yan Qingqing put down her hand and looked at the room opposite.

Stomp and tread.

The sound of footsteps is like a time and second hand, and every step is moving forward in a regular way.

And at this moment, every step began to involve Yan Qingqing's heart.

The footsteps were in vain, and Yan Qingqing's heart was also beating rapidly.

In other words, ordinary people either turn around and run away in fear, or they have difficulty breathing after their heartbeat increases.

Yan Qingqing was unmoved, this method was too pediatric, in her previous life, she was in the base camp of the ghost clan, killing seven in and seven out, and she had seen all ghosts.

On the other side, I don't know if it was because Yan Qingqing didn't react, or for other reasons, the footsteps disappeared, and the door was immediately closed.

Everything, as if nothing had happened.

Yan Qingqing was a little surprised, whether it was a person or a ghost, it must have come for her, so she simply tried it and gave up inexplicably.

Soon, she knew why.

From the corridor, a figure staggered in, and a strong smell of alcohol came to his face.

Yan Qingqing fixed his eyes and saw that it was the middle-aged man who was obscene in the morning.

The middle-aged man's face was flushed, and his whole body smelled of alcohol, and it was obvious that he had drunk too much.

"Stinky, get slippers for Lao Tzu!" The middle-aged man scolded.

"Your house is on the other side, thank you." Yan Qingqing said lightly.

The middle-aged man shook his head, glanced at the opposite door, and said loudly: "Stinky!" Don't you know Lao Tzu's home yet? And you stinky, you turn on the lights every night, open the door and wait for Lao Tzu. Now that Lao Tzu has drunk wine, he ...... Lao Tzu"

"Shut up."

Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, Yan Qingqing interrupted directly, and she heard Yao'er crying again.

The middle-aged man also heard Yao'er crying, he sobered up a little, and wanted to subconsciously go to the opposite side.

"This little girl looks so smart, hehe, tonight Lao Tzu is drunk ......"

The middle-aged man thought about this, and he saw Yan Qingqing wearing a dress, outlining a graceful and seductive curve, and reacted below.

There was a hint of lewdness in his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, he immediately returned to his drunken appearance.

This kind of change in eye complexion, how can you hide it from Yan Qingqing?

"Stinky! You are Lao Tzu's wife! See if I don't subdue you tonight! Lao Tzu ......"

"Shut up!" Yan Qingqing's eyes were finally slightly cold, and she snorted coldly at the middle-aged man.

Yan Qingqing's voice reached the ears of the middle-aged man, like a thunderbolt, and the frightened middle-aged man took a step back.

"Go back to your house." Yan Qingqing no longer looked at the middle-aged man, and was just about to close the door.

The middle-aged man stopped, his eyes unabashedly revealing the light of evil light, staring at Yan Qingqing, and smiling obscenely: "Stinky girl! I have to give you some color! ”

The middle-aged man showed a strong look of greed, couldn't hold back any longer, and pounced like a wolf.

"Idiot." Yan Qingqing shook her head, really think she is a weak woman?

For this kind of pervert who forcibly offends women, Yan Qingqing showed no mercy, and directly slapped him.

Fast as lightning, there was a crisp snap, and the middle-aged man was slapped a few meters away by Yan Qingqing, and there was a click, and the bones in his neck were broken.

The middle-aged man became a crooked neck, and he looked at Yan Qingqing in disbelief, as if he didn't understand why a yellow-haired girl in her early twenties in front of him had so much strength.

But seeing her raise a hand again, the middle-aged man trembled with fright, and hurriedly knelt on the ground, fanned his face and said, "Heroine spare her life!" It's because I'm drunk and confused for a while, and I don't know Mount Tai with my eyes! Just let me go, I will never dare next time! ”

He snorted and cried, and what he said was really like that.