Yuan Quanquan rarely heard him make such a suspicious voice, so he turned his head to look at him and asked, "What's wrong, is there any problem?" ”

Meditation stared at the painting on the ground, was silent for a moment, and then smiled.

"Little circle, this king seems to have discovered something more interesting, do you want to hear it?"

Yuan Quanquan gave him a roll of the eyes, broke his broken gourd, and freed up the medicine he sold, "If you have something to say, there is ...... Release. ”

Shen Xiu was very accustomed to her occasional rudeness, and said two key words with a smile when he heard this: "Five hundred years ago, the tomb of the prince." ”

Yuan Quanquan was still dazed at first, thought for a while, and suddenly widened his eyes.

"Ah......" let out a sudden exclamation, and she said in surprise, "Xiaobao! ”

Yuan Xiaobao children's shoes are a little zombie "unearthed" in the tomb five hundred years ago, and he himself said that he should have been a child of a rich family when he was alive.

It can't be such a coincidence that this painting was dug up from his tomb, right?

This little thing is still a prince, isn't it?

After being reminded of this, the Yuan Circle pondered carefully for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this possibility was very high.

Large tombs from 500 years ago are already rare, and it is still a child's tomb, so the probability is even lower.

After thinking about it, Yuan Quanquan felt that this matter was worth continuing to investigate, whether it was Lu Qingyuan's purpose for this painting, or the life experience of Yuan Xiaobao behind this painting, she planned to find out.

His eyes fell back on the picture of a hundred children on the ground, fixed on the boy whose eyes could move in the picture, but Yuan Huanhuan found that the eyes did not move again, and the eyes of the child next to him glanced to the right.

Yuan Circle Circle: "! ”

Will this little ghost still run?

"The child ghost is trapped in the painting, and there are a hundred children in this painting, which is equivalent to a hundred places of soul, and it is not necessarily fixed to only one of them." The explanation of meditation sounded at the right time, and after listening to it, Yuan Quanquan only felt that she had broadened her knowledge in ghost studies.

"Then he can get from the painting. Come out? "Doesn't it mean that the purpose of the child ghost is to accompany the dead child, if it is just trapped in the painting, then what kind of companionship is there to talk about?

"At midnight, you can only paint."

Yuan Quanquan glanced at the hourglass on the table, and now there was about an hour before the ion night.

A plot like this, if it is put in a TV series, it is a thriller. But the heroine of the Yuan Circle is not afraid at all, on the contrary, she is looking forward to it.

She has never specifically checked Yuan Xiaobao's life experience, after all, the little ghost has been dead for five hundred years, and even if she finds out, it is meaningless. But now that he knows that he may be able to learn about something about his life, Yuan Quanquan is inexplicably concerned about this matter.

Spreading the painting on the ground as it was, Yuan Quanquan glanced at the meditation circle.

Even if she didn't speak, Meditation could read her meaning from her eyes, "Okay, this king will accompany you and wait." ”

An hour later.

Yuan Quanquan watched in amazement as the eyes of a child in the painting rolled several times, and then a wisp of white smoke-like gas slowly flowed out of the painting, slowly converging into a human form, and finally forming the form of a child about five years old.

What a kid!

Yuan Quanquan got up from his chair in shock, walked up to the child, and crouched down to make eye level with him.

The child was wearing a small black jacket that looked of good material, with a bun similar to that of the child in the painting, and a layer of bangs on his forehead.

This child looks pretty good, with good facial features, a round face, and looks quite cute. It's just that as a ghost, his face is naturally pale.

Yuan Quanquan looked at this little ghost carefully, and suddenly became angry for no reason.

Those feudal rulers were really mad, and in order to not be lonely after the death of their children, they sacrificed a living child and made a child ghost trapped in the painting, which was really inhumane.

The boy ghost from the painting. came out, as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw the Yuan Quanquan and the meditation cultivation, and when he saw the Yuan Quanquan approaching him, he seemed to be a little scared, retreated back, hid behind the screen, and poked out half of his head from behind the screen to look at her cautiously.

Yuan Quanquan stretched out his hand to him, slowed down his tone, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, come, come over to my sister's side." ”

The little ghost hid behind the screen and didn't want to come out, looked at the Yuan Circle, and then at the meditation cultivator sitting on the side, shook his head, and took a step back.

Yuan circled for a moment, turned his head to look at the meditation cultivator, and blamed: "Don't scare the child." ”

The Oni King who was dumped: "......"

"Come here!" As the king of all ghosts, what ghost would dare not listen to the words of meditation?

The little ghost shuddered when he heard the sound of meditation, and then slowly walked out of the screen with his head down, approaching the Yuan Circle, and then stood three steps away from her.

Yuan Quanquan said to him again: "You be gentle!" It's still a kid. After saying that, he ignored the innocent eyes of the Ghost King, and turned his head to talk to the little ghost.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." With the posture of a confidant young lady, Yuan Quanquan had a sweet smile on his face, watching the little ghost follow the path.

The little ghost also seemed to feel that the person in front of him had no malicious intent, and slowly relaxed, revealing a trace of curiosity in his expression, blinking a pair of big round eyes and looking at the Yuan Circle.

"Stupid? Do you see stupidity? After staring at the Yuan Circle for a while, the little ghost spoke, and the first thing he said made the Yuan Circle confused.

Stupid? What stupidity?

The eyes were confused, and the Yuan Circle turned his head to pass the blank eyes to the meditation cultivator.

Meditation is worthy of being the king of all ghosts, and his comprehension ability is simply first-class, especially the comprehension of ghost words.

"He guessed he was looking for the child he was buried with."

Yuan Quanquan: "You mean...... Xiaobao? ”

Although it has not yet been determined that this painting came out of Xiaobao's tomb, it is speculated according to the Yuan Circle that it should be eight or nine and ten.

As soon as this little ghost came out, he looked for the child he was buried with, with a slightly eager expression on his face, his eyes searched around, and after finding the person he was looking for, his head was lowered, and a touch of confusion and grievance climbed up his little face.

"Stupid is gone...... Clumsy doesn't play with me anymore...... Stupid doesn't like me anymore......"

Hearing him lower his head and muttering to himself, Yuan Quanquan was silent for a moment, and then said, "I know where stupid is." ”

The little imp raised his head, "You know where the stupid is?" ”

"Of course, not only do I know where he is, but I can also bring him to you."

As soon as the little ghost heard this, he immediately became happy, clapped his little hands and whispered: "Ben Ben is back, I can see Ben Ben again, I can play with Ben Ben." ”

Yuan Quanquan looked at the little ghost's happy appearance, and once again scolded the person who sacrificed him in his heart. Then he got up and walked to the side of the meditation cultivator, "Let's bring Xiaobao here?" ”

Let's see if she's right.

Meditation naturally had no opinion, and shot a wisp of black qi outside, and after a while, Yan Jiu appeared in front of Yuan Circle with Yuan Xiaobao in his arms.

The little zombie is still asleep, completely like an ordinary mortal child, except that his skin is a little whiter, he doesn't look like a zombie no matter how he looks, and there is still a snot bubble on his nose.

was hugged by Yan Jiu but still fell asleep without moving, there was no sign of waking up at all, lying in Yan Jiu's arms and kicking his calves.

As soon as the little ghost in the painting saw Yuan Xiaobao, he shouted happily: "It's stupid, it's really stupid!" Stupid is back! ”

Yuan Quanquan and Shen Xiu glanced at each other, and sure enough, they guessed correctly.

This painting really came out of Xiaobao's tomb, and Xiaobao is the prince who was buried with the little ghost, which is the "stupid" in his mouth.

Xu was woken up by the voice of the little ghost, Yuan Xiaobao sighed, slowly woke up, rubbed his eyes with his little hand, and opened his eyes in Yan Jiu's arms.

"Hmm...... Uncle Yan Jiu ......" called Yan Jiu, and after slowly sobering up, he realized that he was not in his own room.

Turning his head to look to the side, he was stunned when he saw Yuan Quanquan and Shen Xiu, "Mother? Daddy? ”

Yuan Quanquan motioned for Yan Jiu to put Xiaobao down, stretched out his finger and pointed to his right, "Xiaobao, do you know this child?" ”

Yuan Xiaobao was still a little confused, turned his head to look in the direction of the Yuan Quanquan finger, was stunned for a moment when he saw the little ghost, and then called out in surprise: "Huahua? ”

When the little ghost heard this, he happily ran over and stood in front of Yuan Xiaobao, and the virtual body of his soul felt like he was going to glow, "Stupid and stupid, you are really back!" ”

Like a puppy that only sees its owner coming home, the little ghost happily circles around Yuan Xiaobao, and laughter comes out of his mouth one by one.

Yuan Xiaobao was also extremely surprised and surprised, and looked up at the Yuan Circle: "Mother, why is Huahua here?" ”

Yuan Quanquan confirmed the conjecture in his heart, patted Yuan Xiaobao's head, raised his chin, and pointed to the "Hundred Sons of Whistling Mountain", "Oh, because of that." ”

When Yuan Xiaobao saw this painting, he was silent for a moment, and suddenly lowered his head, and he turned out to be guilty.

"Huahua, it's all my fault, I failed to protect you and let you be stolen by the bad guys."

Yuan Quanquan: "Huh? With a sound, catching an important point, "Steal?" ”

I didn't plan to sleep tonight, Yuan Quanquan took a posture of clarifying this matter, beckoned these two little things to his side, and asked, "Xiaobao, can you tell me, what the hell is going on?" ”

There is only a room here where the Yuan Circle is panting, and the rest are okay if you don't have to sleep. Needless to say, Yan Jiu was at any time for twelve hours a day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, at any time at any time at the orders of the two masters of his family, and at this time, the master did not speak, so he stood respectfully on the side.

Although the cultivator said that he was arrested in the palace for a day and died of exhaustion, it was just an excuse to ask for benefits from his own princess, and the ghost king didn't know how to write the word "tired" since he was born.

Circled the waist of his own princess and pressed the person on his lap, and the considerate ghost king naturally stayed up late with his wife.