Chen Qingqiu has been caught like this many times, and every time he flies through the sky, he can see a different scenery. The smell of gunpowder lingered on the tip of her nose, and just a glance at the lively crowd on the street led to the marriage temple.

The marriage temple on Chinese New Year's Eve looked a little desolate, and the first thing she noticed was a few homeless people sitting silently at the temple gate, but soon, her eyes were attracted by the nun on the street.

"You ......"

Bai Mao fell to the ground, and Chen Qingqiu and Ah Fu staggered in place for a while.

He took a step forward and walked towards the nun who was setting up a stall on the street.

The nun sat unconsciously, and waited until Bai Mao was already very close, and then turned back vigilantly. She was dressed in an old Taoist robe, and the monk shoes on her feet had very clean soles.

Chen Qingqiu stabilized his mind, looked at the nun, and felt more and more like the one he met at that time. I don't know why, she recalled the strange thing at the gate of the marriage temple at that time, and the face of the nun in her mind was blank.

But now, in her heart, she cried out with certainty:

It's her! That's right, it's her!

Bai Mao's expression was undecided, and he was making eye contact with the nun. The nun seemed to be smiling, shaking the bamboo tube with both hands, and the bamboo sticks inside were shaken loudly, and in the silent air, it was extremely strange.

Chen Qingqiu ran to Bai Mao's side, the nun's hand kept moving, and soon, a skewer was thrown down from her bamboo tube:

"Goodbye, two."

After saying this, the figure of the nun, like steam, evaporated on the spot. Fortunately, this movement is not big, if it is seen by those few homeless people, I am afraid that people will die.

"This is ......" Chen Qingqiu squatted down and picked up the stick, and there were familiar verses on it, "A piece of ice is in the jade pot." ”

She suddenly remembered the way she was foolishly drawn lots, and the marriage lottery that she didn't know why.

"Hmph, pretending to be a ghost."

Bai Mao took the skewer and looked at it, and returned it to Chen Qingqiu. Of course, Chen Qingqiu suspected that this person did not know the poem.

They searched several times for the place where the nun had disappeared, but there were no clues, except for the slip in Chen Qingqiu's hand, which she stuffed into her pocket.

"Since it's a demon, I'll always find her."

Bai Mao didn't know who he was comforting when he said this, he listened to a few little ghost demons grunting for a while, and flew back with Chen Qingqiu. After a while, they returned to the door of the special station, and Ah Fu looked a little dizzy.

"Take a trip for nothing."

After saying this, Bai Mao glanced at the tall camphor tree, and immediately turned around to leave.

Chen Qingqiu didn't say a word of "thank you" in his heart, hugged Ah Fu, and watched Bai Mao's back dissipate in the air. After standing outdoors in the cold for several minutes, Chen Qingqiu hugged Ah Fu and went to the lively house.

……

The four of them still drank a lot of wine, and when Chen Qingqiu entered the room, he was so drunk that his feet were weak. Lying on the bed, tossing and turning and unable to sleep, closing his eyes for a while is a strange disappearing nun, and a while is the lonely back of Bai Mao.

She put her hand in her pocket, and the thorns of the bamboo skewer didn't seem to be polished clean, and she only felt a slight tingling.

When I took it out, a little of her fingertip blood fell on the bamboo stick. At this moment, the bamboo hair heat up and ignited a light in the dark room.

Chen Qingqiu's eyes widened, staring at the bamboo sticks that were about to undergo great changes in a daze, a little at a loss.

What the hell is this......