"Brother Zheng, you're joking again." Mi Qing rolled his eyes and said, "These old people are all big living people, where did the ghost heart come from?" ”

The seven old men were silent when they saw this, with elusive smiles on their faces, and a few of them were still touching their long white beards, looking at Wu Zheng with a smile.

Mi Qing went over and grabbed an old man's arm and said, "Grandpa, don't be weird, my friend is a Mr. Yin and Yang, he is joking with you, there is no ghost heart, don't worry." ”

Wu Zheng secretly laughed to himself, and said in his heart that this Mi Qing was really cute, and he was worried that a ghost heart would scare the seven old men.

The old man who was holding Mi Qing's arm was stunned, snorted, and asked, "Girl, you stand here, don't you feel afraid?" ”

Mi Qing shook his head and smiled: "I'm not afraid, this friend of mine is very powerful and can protect me, I think you old grandfathers are bold enough, how can you go to this cemetery to play chess?" Wouldn't it be better to be at home? ”

The old man laughed, but shook his head without saying a word.

Wu Zheng replied for him: "Qing'er, you are confused, this is their home, and people are playing chess on their own kang." ”

Mi Qing stomped his foot lightly: "Brother Zheng, don't joke at this time, this wilderness is a cemetery, who will settle here?" Besides, why don't I see a house with a kang head, do the old people live in these graves? ”

Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, Mi Qing's face turned red, and he quickly apologized: "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I'm not cursing you, I said it in a hurry......"

The old man shook his head and smiled: "Don't get in the way, don't get in the way, you girl has a straight temperament, I like it, you don't have to apologize, what you say is the truth." ”

Mi Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and said in his heart that the old man was open-minded, but suddenly a spirit suddenly appeared in his mind, what do you mean that I am telling the truth?

Thinking back to what he had said, Mi Qing's face suddenly turned pale, and he couldn't help but tremble, trembling and letting go of his arm, moving back behind Wu Zheng in small steps, poking out his head and trembling and saying, "Grandpa, you...... What do you mean? ”

Wu Zheng patted her head and said, "Qing'er, you are really confused, don't you understand?" These seven old people are not people, they are all ghosts! ”

"Huh?" Mi Qing was stunned, "How is it possible?" It looks like it's a big living person. ”

Wu Zheng shook his head and said, "You forgot what I said, some cultivators can change their form at will, and the higher their cultivation, the closer they can get to the appearance of a normal person." ”

"But...... How do I see them? Aren't ghosts generally invisible? ”

Wu Zheng smiled bitterly, Mi Qing was frightened and carried away, and said, "You forgot again, didn't you personally wipe the cow's tears before?" ”

Mi Qing suddenly realized, but still didn't believe it: "I still don't believe it, aren't ghosts quite scary?" ”

These seven old men all looked kind and pleasant, and there was nothing scary about them.

Wu Zheng originally wanted to show Mi Qing what these old men looked like when they died, but when he thought of scaring Mi Qing, he decided to give up, so let these old men leave a good impression in Mi Qing's heart.

Wu Zheng thought for a moment and said, "Qing'er, think about it carefully, did we hear two of the old men arguing before we saw them?" ”

Mi Qing was a little puzzled and nodded.

Wu Zheng asked again: "Then do you remember that there is a sentence in the content of their quarrel, saying that this chess has been played for many years, and it has not been smooth, think about it carefully, how many years are you talking about?" ”

Mi Qing thought about it for a while, her eyes widened suddenly, and she clearly remembered what the old man said at the time: This chess has been played for hundreds of years, and it has never been smooth......

Hundreds of years!

How can ordinary people play chess for hundreds of years, Mi Qing finally believed that these old men were ghosts, and the fear in her heart exploded in an instant, and she almost sat down, she never thought that she had watched the ghost play chess for an afternoon, and she held the ghost's arm affectionately just now......

Looking back now, Mi Qing felt that he was really dying.

Seeing this, Wu Zheng comforted: "Don't worry, although they are ghosts, they have no evil energy on their bodies, which means that they are all good and evil ghosts and will not harm people." ”

Mi Qing relieved his heart at this time, the old man who was holding his arm before smiled, bowed to Wu Zheng, and said: "Master Yingming, our seven brothers sit in the ancestral tomb, and have been practicing for four or five hundred years. ”

Wu Zheng nodded slightly in response, although these old men were all much older than him, but as Mr. Yin and Yang, there was no need to give them a big salute, so he said immediately: "Don't worry, everyone, I didn't come to your ancestral tomb today to embarrass you, but there is something ......"

The old man bowed again, and after the understanding when he first played chess, he was the third of the seven old men, and he was the representative of the seven old men, and said: "Master, we all already know that the master wants the ghost hearts of a few of us. ”

Wu Zheng nodded, didn't speak, just looked at those old men, and the meaning conveyed in his eyes was: You can do it, give it or not, be happy.

The third brother looked back at the other six brothers, all of them smiled and nodded, and the third brother turned back to Wu Zheng and said: "Master, this matter is originally a matter of our family's descendants, and the child who had an accident is a seedling of my family. ”

"A few of us have been in this world for hundreds of years, and we are satisfied, so please ask the master to take our ghost hearts, but we still have to worry about the master, we must cure that little child, so that our family can spread out."

As soon as Wu Zheng heard that the third child began to write crepes, he immediately couldn't stand it, and waved his hand and said: "Okay, okay, I only said that I want your ghost heart, and I didn't say that I would let you be wiped out, as if I was parting with life and death." ”

The old men were all stunned, Mi Qing had already come to his senses, and he was not so afraid of the old men, and whispered: "Brother Zheng, didn't you say that asking for the heart of a ghost is equivalent to abolishing the cultivation of ghosts, and they will become the original state of ghosts, what is the difference between such words and destroying them?" ”

Wu Zheng pouted and said: "It's not easy to cultivate for hundreds of years, how can I be so ruthless to let them return to their original state?" Don't worry, that child is still a newborn baby, it is easy to treat, and there are not many ghost hearts needed, each of the seven of you takes out one gram from the heart immediately. ”

"Losing a gram of heart doesn't have much of an impact on you, and with a few months of careful care, everything can be restored."