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My mind was in a mess, but it occurred to me that no matter how it was destroyed, wouldn't this be a good opportunity to hide in the closet! I quickly took advantage of the convenience of being familiar with the furnishings in the house, and slipped into the large closet.

Carefully burrowed into the heavy and silky gorgeous clothes, tiptoed to close the door, only to hear the little slave hurriedly confess, "I really don't know why, I actually turned off the lights......

Then I heard Ruoxi's unhappy coquettishness: "Little slave, you are a rat in the cave--- you hurt people at night!" Isn't this a hell of a rebellion against me? It's been a little bit of a beating! ”

"Girl, the little slave has a hundred guts, and he doesn't dare to mess with the girl!" The little slave's voice seemed to be about to cry: "I really don't know where the evil wind came from......"

"That's it!" Shen Shangshu said slowly: "It's just a few lights out, what's the matter, just light it again, shouting, what's the point." ”

"Oops......" The little slave seemed to pinch the Ruoxi girl, screamed softly, and then grinded her clothes, and through the gap in the closet, the orange light was lit again.

Hey, I don't know how long I'm going to hide here, the luxurious clothes behind me are cold and cold, very heavy, needless to say, it must be the best thing, Ruoxi girl is the No. 1 favored sister, naturally the box cage is plump, a sweet smell of incense drills straight into my nose, plus a little wood smell, it actually makes me want to sneeze very much.

Through the glimmer of light leaking in, I found that behind me was the big red and gold embroidered brocade dress, and I couldn't help but be surprised, if it crushed me, I couldn't afford this kind of lawsuit, so I hurriedly avoided it, and pushed it behind me, so as not to press out the folds.

Here I heard Shen Shangshu asking: "In the past few days, I heard some nonsense rumors about the night wife on Ziyuchai Street, have you also heard of it?" ”

"Some foolish people, listening to the wind and rain, don't know what they love, they want to push it on the ghosts and gods, how can there be such a reason." Ruoxi girl smiled coquettishly: "I don't believe it, but I don't know how the adults remembered to ask this?" ”

Shen Shangshu nodded: "The son is silent, and the old man naturally doesn't believe it, but the rumors are very loud, and the people are in a uproar, and even the Queen Mother has heard about it, and he has taught the old man to inquire about the legends, so that he can write these rural legends to the Queen Mother to relieve her boredom, and the old man has no choice, so he came to inquire." ”

"Yo, the Queen Mother, her old man Shengming, is so good at listening to the folk suffering from the legends of the countryside, Zhenzhen is a living Bodhisattva, born at this time, it is also the creation of our people, my little slave also knows some strange things, if you can listen to the adults, if you can add a stroke to the adult Mobao, it is also a good word." Ruoxi girl is worthy of being mixed with literati and ink writers every day, chewing words and words, effortlessly, no wonder she has so much honor, and she is admired by people.

Shen Shangshu said: "Oh? But talk to the old man and listen to it. ”

The little slave trembled and told Shen Shangshu everything about the faceless female ghost he saw that day.

Shen Shangshu didn't say anything for a long time, and asked, "When did you see that female ghost that day, what time was it at night?" ”

The little slave hesitated for a moment and said, "This is the time now. ”

"If there really is such a ghost, the old man would like to see it with his own eyes!" Shen Shangshu smiled, obviously not believing it.

When Miss Ruoxi heard this, she hurriedly said, "Isn't it! If there really is that faceless female ghost, even the slave family wants to open their eyes, but they don't have that kind of fate! ”

I listened and listened, and suddenly felt that a hand was on my shoulder, and I didn't think much about it, and when I looked back, I saw that in this cramped wardrobe, a miserable white slender arm was sticking out from the cuffs of the gorgeous gold and silver thread red brocade robe that had been fought over by the golden bead girl, and rested firmly in front of my eyes.

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