||->-> Chapter 649 of the text is a little ghost holding a pillar

Standing under the flagpole in front of the ancestral hall, Ding Ermiao looked at it again.

The doors and windows of the ancestral hall have been transformed beyond recognition. The walls on both sides of the passage were opened out of several doors to serve as classrooms, which made the overall building look very strange, saying that the ancestral hall did not look like an ancestral hall, and that the school did not look like a school.

The archway in front of the ancestral hall is an eaves structure, and a row of granite columns under the eaves.

On one of the pillars, a ghost flashed.

Ding Ermiao looked at it, but it was a three or four-year-old little ghost, who was climbing on the pillar and grimacing at himself.

The granite column is thicker than the mouth of the basin, and it is difficult for an adult to hug it even if he stretches his arms. But that little ghost with a short head and short arms and legs can be attached to a pillar like a gecko.

Because Ding Ermiao blocked the three life lamps on his head and shoulders, he was no different from ordinary people. The little ghost thought that Ding Ermiao couldn't see him, and he was triumphant on the pillar.

The little ghost hugged the pillar, could it be that this little ghost head was killed and buried here alive before wanshuba.com his death?

Ding Ermiao frowned, and secretly said in his heart, this ancestral hall is really evil!

Pretending to be ignorant and fearless, Ding Ermiao walked slowly to the archway in front of the ancestral hall with his hands behind his back. The little ghost saw Ding Ermiao coming over, and he was even more excited, dancing on the pillar, climbing up and down.

But he could not leave the pillar, as if there was an invisible rope that tied him to the pillar.

Walking in front of the pillar, Ding Ermiao stopped, still ignoring the little ghost, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the pillar, just like a tourist, admiring the monuments.

The little ghost is only three or four years old, with peugeot facial features, quite cute, but his face is a little pale. The upper body is a red jacket, and below is a pair of blue open crotch pants, and a pair of mille-feuille cloth shoes under the feet.

Suddenly, the little ghost climbed a few feet high, opened his mouth, and spit out a few grains of sand behind Ding Ermiao.

Innuendo? Ding Ermiao smiled in his heart, pretended to turn around unintentionally, and flashed to the left.

All ghosts, there is always a little prank, insinuation, almost the most common ghost tricks. Normal people, as long as they are shot into their shadows by the sand in the mouth of ghosts, they always have to hit a spirit, and they feel suddenly cold all over their bodies.

If it is a ghost with a higher cultivation, such as Zhuzhu, and a mouthful of sand hits a figure, that person will always have to stay in bed for three or four days before he recovers. During this period, fever and sensitivity to cold, the same symptoms as a pendulum.

Of course, for Ding Ermiao, such an attack was completely ineffective.

Although Ding Ermiao was standing under the corridor, there was only a vague shadow behind him, but the little ghost still estimated the direction and wanted to play tricks on Ding Ermiao.

This mouthful of sand didn't hit, the little ghost head was very disappointed, the ghost blinked, changed direction along the pillar, rose two feet more, and opened his mouth at the ground behind Ding Ermiao.

Ding Ermiao dodged again, then pretended to be puzzled, looked up at the eaves of the porch, and said, "Is this house going to fall?" How does sand fall? ”

After two **** days in a row, the little ghost scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously.

But Ding Ermiao was not in a hurry to leave, and turned around the pillar along the way.

The little ghost scratched the back of his head for a long time, slid down the pillar, turned to Ding Ermiao's right side, opened his mouth again, and a few grains of sand shot out.

"Huh, why is it so cold?" This time, Ding Ermiao didn't dodge, deliberately let the little ghost shoot on the head, and then pretended to shiver, and tightened the clothes on his upper body.

The little imp laughed silently, dancing with his hands, and looked like a naughty child.

Coldly, Ding Ermiao turned around, spit out with a mouthful of spit, passed through the chest of the little ghost head, and landed on the pillar. In the spit, with a little blood on the tip of the tongue, it was like a nail, nailing the little devil's head to the pillar.

As long as this mouth of spit doesn't dry, the little ghost head will not want to crawl up and down.

The little ghost's head was nailed to the pillar by Ding Ermiao, painful and urgent, and his limbs were waving wildly. But he knew that his cultivation was limited, so he didn't dare to show his form to Ding Ermiao, and he didn't dare to scream, and his face became even paler.

It is estimated that at this time, he didn't know that Ding Ermiao was a ghost-hunting mage, but he thought that he was inadvertently restrained by Ding Ermiao.

Froze this little ghost, Ding Ermiao continued to move forward, walked into the aisle, and walked towards the inner courtyard of the ancestral hall.

This little ghost is not Ding Ermiao's target, besides, Ding Ermiao is interested in this ancestral school and plans to learn more about it.

The passage is very long, and the span is always more than ten meters. It is no wonder that this was originally the main hall of the ancestral hall, and the front and back walls were connected to become a passage.

As soon as I walked into the middle of the passage, my head was rattling again.

Ding Ermiao looked up and found that there was a big man lying on the roof of the house that had been broken and leaking. The big man had a wide mouth and a square nose, a coarse cloth coat, a cardigan, a black cloth strip tied around his waist, and an axe in his hand, lying on the beam of the room and staring at Ding Ermiao.

But this guy has a bright forehead and a big thick braid on the back of his head. At this moment, the braid was coiled around his neck, and the tip of the braid was bitten in his mouth.

Needless to say, this shape is an old ghost of the Qing Dynasty.

Moreover, this old ghost has already concentrated his ghost power to condense his soul and manifested himself to Ding Ermiao.

Of course, Ding Ermiao wanted to pretend, deliberately frightened, and turned around to escape.

But the big man spit out his braids, opened his mouth, and a burst of cold air that seemed to be out of existence rushed down, covering Ding Ermiao in it.

Ding Ermiao continued to pretend, his body shook, and he spun in a circle on the spot, and then made a look of being confused by ghosts, looked up at the roof beam and grinned.

"Hehe, hello, brother......" The big man on the beam of the house also grinned, and the ghost voice came over and greeted Ding Ermiao.

"Uh......, hello, hello, hello, big brother." Ding Ermiao replied with a smirk and asked, "Big brother, what are you doing climbing on the beams of the house?" Build, build a house? ”

The big man raised the axe in his hand and said, "Yes, brother, I am a carpenter, and I am building a house here. Can you do me a favor? ”

Ding Ermiao looked confused, raised his face and asked, "What are you helping?" I don't know how to work as a carpenter. ”

"It's simple, you don't have to be a carpenter." The big man rode on the beam, slid forward a few feet, pointed to the ground under the beam, and said, "Brother, you stand directly under the beam, and then look up to see if this beam is right or not." ”

The little ghost hugged the pillar, the big ghost rode the beam, when this ancestral hall was built, how many lives were sacrificed?

Ding Ermiao sighed in his heart, but his face was still confused, and he nodded: "Okay, I'll show you." ”

As he spoke, Ding Ermiao walked around, stood under the beams, and looked up.

"Here, brother, come a little bit, come this way, come to my feet." The big man rode on the beam of the house and pointed at Ding Ermiao.

Ding Ermiao agreed in his mouth, stood at the feet of the big man very obediently, and continued to look up stupidly.