"I've been in a mess for years and don't want to be like that again......"

The birth ghost regained some clarity again.

Lu Li didn't say a word, just glanced at Yang Chunxue.

"I didn't expect her to suddenly become stronger...... What the hell is this?,The ghost is like a Super Saiyan.,As soon as the mood changes, it explodes and transforms......"

"I'm not talking about that." Lu Li replied. "Do you still listen to her?"

Yang Chunxue was stunned and struggled.

She subconsciously thought that this poor woman could fulfill her last wish at the end of her life, but she didn't want to make trouble for Lu Li.

After all, it was because of his own obstruction that this stumbling ghost almost broke out of the restraints and caused trouble again.

Lu Li saw what she was thinking, didn't say anything, and pushed back.

While Yang Chunxue let out a sigh, she felt a little guilty in her heart.

"I feel its breath in you......" The obstetric ghost who had regained consciousness didn't seem to care about their communication, and the blood-red eyes fell on Lu Li: "Is it okay......"

"I've already gone to the underworld. If there is a reincarnation function at the bottom as in the legend and there is no queue, it should have been reincarnated by now. Lu Li stopped.

"Is it too late for me to say I'm sorry now......" The labor victim was silent for a few seconds, and his face was no longer hideous, showing a trace of bitterness. To the children, to the people I have hurt, to you......"

"No need to say sorry, you did the right thing."

Lu Li suddenly spoke.

Looking at the two eyes, Yang Chunxue was full of shock - she had never seen who the straight man of steel, Boss Lu, had comforted...... Could it be that this guy has a crush on her!?

Lu Li's expression was calm, and he briefly expounded a fact: "Bystanders will always persuade the parties to be generous and should let go of everything. But they don't think about the pain that the person is suffering, because the pain is someone else's, not theirs. ”

"You haven't hurt innocent people, so you're right, and neither is the child."

"Thank you...... Thank you ......."

At some point, the birth ghost had burst into tears, mixed with blood.

She thanked her in a hoarse voice, her form fading into the air.

When—

The kitchen knife in the air fell, and Yang Chunxue subconsciously wanted to catch it with the yin qi, but the yin qi that came into contact with the kitchen knife all smiled.

"Disappeared ......?" Yang Chunxue turned her head in confusion, trying to find the ghost of the birth ghost.

"It's a relief."

Feeling the heat in his palms, Lu Li stepped forward, picked up the kitchen knife that fell on the ground and took it back to the knife sleeve.

"That's right...... There must be pity for hateful people......" Yang Chunxue sighed lightly, and suddenly found that Lu Li had walked out, shouting and chasing out.

"Eh, don't you sigh for a moment—"

-A few minutes after the birth ghost excesses-

Teaching buildings, halls.

A man and a ghost stood on the first staircase, silently gazing at an oil painting on the wall.

The oil painting is a bust of a man serving a nobleman in a sideways. The costumes, the backgrounds, and the characters are very typical of the Victorian style.

At one point, the eyes of the portrait in the oil painting suddenly turned, and he quickly glanced at the person and ghost in front of the painting, and returned to his original state.

Staring –

Yang Chunxue gradually narrowed her eyes.

Standing there for a few minutes, she had already seen the portrait sneak in no less than four times.

But it has long been seen through, and it is still trying to pretend to be the most ordinary oil painting.

It seemed that Yang Chunxue's invasive eyes were perceived, and the figure became more and more flustered, and her eyes began to move non-stop.

Before the oil portrait sweated, Lu Li finally spoke, breaking the silence.

"Do you have a name?"

The oil painting instantly replied: "My name is Dracula!" Sir！ ”

"Do you know Chinese?"

The eyes rolled and bowed to the aristocratic etiquette: "Your Excellency, you can call me Dracula." ”

He is very fluent in Chinese and sounds better than his English.

"How do you feel ...... with an accent?" Yang Chunxue muttered in a low voice, looking up and down at the oil painting: "Dracula? It's amazing that he's still a celebrity. ”

Dracula showed flattery: "No, no, no, I play like a little lady in front of you." ”

"Who, hmph, who is the lady......" Yang Chunxue snorted, her eyes rolling in a panic.

"The dorm building has been overdosed." Lu left the mouth. "I brought the dummy back before, and you're the only ghost left here, do you want to come with us?"

Dracula sneered and replied, "Don't do it, I'm sorry, I can't ...... it."

"Are you sure?" Lu Li's expression remained unchanged, and he told the stakes: "If you stay, you may stay here alone for a few years until you decide to demolish here." If you're lucky, you'll be picked up and hung in your home, but it's more likely that the building will be blasted and turned into ashes. You know, you're not an antique. ”

Dracula, of course, is also clear, but it is even clearer about one sentence: no freedom would rather die.

"It's not good, it doesn't seem to be ......"

"In that case." Lu Li nodded, turned his head to Yang Chunxue and said, "Create an accident later, the scope is arbitrary, just accidentally destroy the oil painting." Remember, it was an accident. ”

"Understood." Yang Chunxue laughed a few times, feeling that this move was very much in line with her.

Dracula's face was blank, and he said righteously: "I have thought about it, I will go back with you." ”

"Take it."

Lu Li said.

Yang Chunxue understood, and manipulated the yin qi to lift the oil painting.

"Sister, take it easy, I'm afraid of water."

Seeing Yang Chunxue walking straight to the door with her, Dracula was a little panicked.

Lu Li took out the raincoat from his arms and threw it back to cover the oil painting.

"Thank you, brother." Muffled accents sounded under the raincoat.

Whoop -

The door opened, and the rain and cold wind poured into the hall.

Walking across the playground to the gate, Yang Chunxue floated to Lu Li's side, muttered in a low voice: "Lu Lili, what are you doing with this thing back, it's strange to be cautious." ”

"Squirrels have a habit of storing food until winter comes." Lu Li replied.

"What do you mean...... Oh~~~"

Yang Chunxue was clear, and from time to time glanced at the oil painting covered by the raincoat with malice and pity.

Walking out of the gate, Lu Li hung up the chain and restored it to its original state.

Just as he was about to walk towards the car, Lu Li suddenly seemed to hear something, his eyes instantly became sharp, he touched the kitchen knife, and approached the side of the road.

The voice heard in a trance became clear, and Lu Li looked at the location where the voice came from.

An orange cat hides in a hollow in a dead tree by the side of the road.

"Meow~"

The orange cat was not afraid of people, and yawned softly

The sharp black eyes gradually softened, and Lu Li looked at the orange cat who was soaked, with hair and mud together, and paused.

The tree hole is big, but the rain is heavier.

Raindrops fell to the ground, and mud splashes were all over the hollows of the trees.

Lu Li bowed slightly and put the umbrella next to the orange cat.

On this rainy day, he would bring three umbrellas, just to give up the umbrellas in the rainstorm so that the man who would not get wet would give them up.