Jialan just wants to say that the monster is stupid, and ordinary evil creatures will be scattered when they encounter red sandalwood, and this female ghost is only relying on the hundred-year-old Dao to support it, and it will be dispelled in a few days.

Obviously, Jialan can't wait for a few days, and Liu didn't stop it, and now it's okay to bear it, but the girl who died a few days ago, as well as the colleague who died today, can't afford them not to take revenge.

"The wind falls on the plain, the rain spreads on the earth, the yellow spring listens to the order, and the paper man wears the ghost heart."

As Jialan recited the incantation, the yellow talisman transformed into a person, more delicate than before, and wore a high hat on his head, like a sharp sword on his head, and flew towards the female ghost with a 'whoosh'.

At this time, the medicine was defenseless at all, and was directly penetrated by the ghost core of Jialan's paper figure, snorted, and still held the wooden comb, and did not return his head.

The ghost core penetrates, and this female ghost will not live for a moment or three, just waiting for it to dissipate.

Captain Liu and the others all stared intently at the red-clothed banshee in the air.

"Brother Ming, I'm sorry, I missed the appointment, I don't want to wait any longer, I want to accompany you." The banshee's voice was no longer as poignant as it had just now, but there was some grievance, the kind of grievance of a deep boudoir woman.

Then, centered on the wooden comb in her arms, the entire soul began to dissipate.

Suddenly, the scene in front of Jialan, Captain Liu and others changed.

Bihe was repeated, the boat was rippling, a man and a woman were snuggling up to each other, and the woman was the female ghost just now, but she was more popular and a little green.

"He'er, it's good to marry me today next year." The young and handsome man said softly, and put a red sandalwood comb in the woman's palm, and then held the woman's small hand tightly.

"Okay."

The woman named He'er was a little shy, but she didn't resist, and said hello in a voice as thin as a mosquito's chirp, and then her cheeks flew to her cheeks, which was shy and moving, and the man listened to it for a while and hugged He'er tightly.

The two should be happy with each other for life.

After that, the scene changed again, it was a deep house compound, carved beams and painted buildings, gold powder and jade ornaments, which showed its prosperity.

He'er was kneeling under the hall, and there was a middle-aged man and a middle-aged woman sitting on it, who looked a little similar to He'er, and should be her relatives.

"He'er, what's so good about that poor boy surnamed Bai, you see how handsome this young master of the Chen family is, the most important thing is to be right with my Xiao family." The middle-aged woman tried hard to persuade her, it was He'er's mother.

"Mother, my daughter will not marry Brother Ming in this life." He'er said firmly.

"Hmph, take a look, take a good look, this is your good daughter, the words of the matchmaker of her parents, she dares to make a private decision for life, where is the face of my Xiao family." The middle-aged man's angry face appeared, and he waved his sleeves and left, looking angry.

"Take the young lady down, and don't let you go out without my orders."

Then the eyes changed again, and when he arrived at a woman's boudoir, He'er was looking at the wooden comb in his hand stupidly, cherishing it, the heirloom of the Bai family, the token of love he gave himself.

The door opened, and He'er hurriedly tucked the sandalwood comb into her sleeve.

A sneaky maid came in, and He'er was relieved to see that it was her personal girl, and asked happily: "Rong'er, say it quickly, what did Brother Ming ask you to bring?" ”

She had been waiting for Brother Ming's news for a long time.

"Young Master Bai said that he wanted to join the army, and he made military achievements and became a general, so that you will be beautiful in the coming year." The maid was a little happy when she said it, but He'er had a sad face, and she could only pray in her heart that her sweetheart would return safely.

The picture turned again, it was still the boudoir, the door was opened in a hurry, and the maid's eager voice came: "Miss, no, there is news from the north that Bai Gongzi was killed by the enemy, and it is difficult to find even the body." ”