The door seemed to have a skirt corner floating through. Wen Qingwu got up, put on his coat and walked towards the door.

The cold wind gusted in the middle of the night, making Wen Qingwu wrap his coat. She turned her head to look at the closed window. Before going to bed at night, Ruyoshi closed the window.

The cold wind that swept across his neck was so real and permeating.

Wen Qingwu stopped and touched the back of his neck. At this moment, a miserable white hand stretched out from the side of the carved moon gate at the door, with slender and stiff fingers, and hooked at Wen Qingwu.

Wen Qingwu took half a step back, and when he looked at it, there was nothing by the carved moon gate, only the gauze curtain hooked by the silver hook fluttering gently.

Waft?

But the windows of the house were tightly closed.

Wen Qingwu clenched his palms and took a step towards the moon gate.

The cold wind outside the house was whirring, like a roaring spirit, whining, especially abrupt and strange in the silent night.

Wen Qingwu turned the door, and a pair of embroidered shoes appeared in front of him. Upward, embroidered shoes are a pair of floating legs. Further up, there is an ankle-length skirt.

Wen Qingwu raised his head and saw a woman's head hanging over her face, her face hideous and terrifying. A pair of eyes widened on the pale face. Gao Qinqin stared at Wen Qingwu deadly, full of resentment.

Wen Qingwu tilted his head and looked at Gao Qinqin, who was hanging on the beam. The first reaction in my mind was that before I died, was it the same?

That's kind of ugly.

"It's ugly." Wen Qingwu thought about it, and muttered.

Drops of blood slipped from the corners of Gao Qinqin's eyes hanging from above.

Wen Qingwu's face was cold. She raised her hand and wiped her face, and a bright red appeared on the back of her hand, with a pungent smell of blood. She looked up again, and there was nothing in front of her.

"Are you looking for me?" A sound suddenly came to mind, close at hand, and even the cold breath hit the root of Wen Qingwu's ear.

Wen Qingwu turned his head and looked at Gao Qinqin, who was close at hand. She was close enough, her face was pale and gloomy, her bloodshot eyes were almost bursting, and her hair seemed to come to life, dancing without the wind. Weird and terrifying.

Wen Qingwu frowned, then raised his hand directly and opened Gao Qinqin's close head: "Get out, it's too ugly." ”

The next moment, Gao Qinqin came back like a tumbler. opened his mouth at Wen Qingwu, and screamed viciously: "Slut, I want you to pay for your life!" "Towards Wen Qingwu.

Wen Qingwu dodged sideways and reached out to grab it, but only caught a piece of nothingness.

Wen Qingwu looked at Gao Qinqin, who was attacking sideways again, and simply stood still, not avoiding it. Unexpectedly, when he got close, he suddenly drew a solid shape, and he was about to bite Wen Qingwu's neck.

Wen Qingwu took advantage of the gap between Gao Qinqin's solid form, retreated to avoid grabbing Gao Qinqin's head and pressing it to the ground, beating him wildly. Gao Qinqin writhed frantically trying to break free. The strength was unexpected. I can't break free.

In the end, he was beaten so much that he had no strength and lay on the ground softly.

Wen Qingwu let go of his hand. Looking at Gao Qinqin, who had turned into nothingness because he let go, he stood up. looked condescendingly at Gao Qinqin, who was half-virtual and half-real on the ground, and his voice was cold and disdainful: "You are human, I killed you." Be a ghost, and I can kill you. ”

At this time, the ethereal figure on the ground raised his head and looked at Wen Qingwu viciously.

Looking at Gao Qinqin's gaze, Wen Qingwu closed her eyes, opened her arms according to the posture of her grandmother in her memory, and made a strange gesture with her arms.

In witchcraft, there is a witch dance, which includes the ritual of exorcising ghosts and killing spirits.

As Wen Qingwu chanted, Gao Qinqin suddenly felt as if her brain was being grabbed by a hand.

"Wen Qingwu, what are you doing!" Gao Qinqin raised her hand and pressed her head, her voice sharp.

Wen Qingwu stopped what he was doing, opened his eyes and looked at Gao Qinqin: "I said, if you are a ghost, I can also destroy you." "Actually, she won't be complete at all. I just remember a few of the movements my grandmother skipped.

Gao Qinqin raised her head and looked at Wen Qingwu, full of hatred: "You killed me!" ”

"Otherwise, I'll sit and wait for you to kill me?" Wen Qingwu sneered, looking at Gao Qinqin's gaze, which was even more vicious and ruthless than her: "If you don't leave, I'll kill you now!" ”

As he spoke, he was about to make a pose, and at this moment, a gust of white wind blew through, and the shadows on the ground screamed and disappeared immediately.

Wen Qingwu stood in place, turned his head to look at the room, the gauze curtain was fixed, no longer floating. Even the howling wind outside the house was quiet.

It seems that grandmother is right, if you meet a little ghost, don't be afraid. He scares you, you have to be more scary than him. He is evil, and you will be worse than him.

Then he will be afraid of you. All imps are bullying and fearing evil.

Really.

The dark outside of the house lit up at this time, and Wen Qingwu raised his hand, wanting to block the dazzling sunlight. A soft call rang in my ears.

"Master, wake up. Master? ”

Wen Qingwu opened his eyes and looked at the bed curtain that had been hung up by a silver hook in a daze, and the skylight had already shone into the room through the window. Liuji knelt on the edge of the bed and looked at Wen Qingwu: "The master is awake." Now it's done. "The master said that after practicing martial arts, he got up at the beginning of every day and began to practice, and now he waited in the hall for a long time and did not see him, so he came to call the master.

Wen Qingwu didn't speak, his eyes swept over the gauze curtain by the moon gate, and the beams and wood outside on the roof.

"Slave maid go fetch water for you." Liuji looked at Wen Qingwu's still confused appearance, got up and walked towards the outer hall. Willow Leaf was already washing her clothes outside the temple.

"Liu Ye, the master is up." Ruyoshi passed by with a copper basin and spoke.

Liu Ye responded, got up and took off his calf nose, wiped the water on his hands and walked into the house to serve Wen Qingwu and got up.

After a while, Liuji came in with water, turned his head to look at Wen Qingwu, and suddenly said, "Master, the slave maid suddenly thought of something this morning." ”

Wen Qingwu stretched out his hand and was dressed in a gauze robe by Liu Ye, and when he heard this, he looked up at Liuji.

"Yesterday," Ruyoshi pointed to the beam of the house, "it's her first seven." ”

Wen Qingwu turned his head, looked at the chest strap he was tying to himself, and lifted it higher: "Then did you dream of her?" ”

Liuji shook his head: "It's strange to say, in the first seven days of yesterday, there was no movement at all."

So ghosts and gods are sometimes not so credible. Ruyoshi added.