When Zhao Huanshu opened the ghost sealing APP and faced the female ghost, he saw a red light emitting from the mobile phone screen to envelop it, and in the red light, the residual resentment on the female ghost began to condense and was sucked into the mobile phone, and at the same time that the resentment was sucked away, the figure of the female ghost began to dissipate, and finally disappeared.

Seeing this scene, not to mention the fat man and the others, even Xuanyangzi and Sande Dao people were stunned: "You, what is in your mobile phone?" It can purify grievances, not to mention, but also help the reincarnation of dead ghosts! Even our master can't do that......"

"I don't know, the things inside suddenly appeared in the phone, I remember......" Zhao Huanshu was about to explain, when he suddenly felt a flower in front of him, and all the scenes were mixed up like paint.

When Zhao Huanshu's eyes fell into darkness, he could still hear Murong Yuhong's voice: "Brother Shu, Huanshu!" Where are you...... I ......"

Zhao Huanshu didn't have any previous memories in the fierce ghost world, so he naturally didn't know that after dispelling the special yin ghosts, he would forget everything and enter the next world, otherwise he would at least say goodbye to Murong Yuhong.

It's just that I don't know why, before Zhao Huanshu fell into darkness, he could still hear Murong Yuhong's voice, her voice changed from panic and surprise at the beginning, to sadness, and later, to crying.

Zhao Huanshu had a feeling, although he couldn't describe this mood, but he could still feel the sourness in his heart, when he found that his cheeks were a little itchy, he knew that it was because his tears were constantly falling, but why did he cry? Why is it difficult to separate, why, there is that sad feeling, Zhao Huanshu doesn't know.

Zhao Huanshu just felt that deep in his heart, there seemed to be some kind of feeling that he had never had, and that feeling would be wiped out by an invisible force as soon as it appeared, to be precise, it could not be regarded as erased, but that feeling would fall into the abyss, from the hollow abyss in the depths of his soul; Zhao Huanshu also can't know what kind of feeling people call love.

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At the same time, Hades.

A rough-looking man, with a large beard and hair tied together on his face, dressed in black holding a bronze mirror in his hand, when he saw Zhao Huanshu's last situation, he slowly shook his head and let out a long sigh.

"Huh? You also have an emotional side. Yeyou stood next to the man and looked at the bronze mirror together.

"Grandma's, when did Lao Tzu become emotional, but pity this big brother." The man in black glared at the night walk.

"That Murong Yuhong ......" Yeyou looked at the girl who was kneeling on the ground and crying after Zhao Huanshu disappeared in the bronze mirror, frowned and said, "But why did she appear in the world of fierce ghosts?" ”

The man in black nodded when he heard this: "I also feel strange, didn't Lu Juan go to investigate?" There was no news of anything. ”

"I guess he doesn't figure it out." Ye You's expression was solemn, Chacha Si had insight into everything in the world, even he didn't know why Murong Yuhong appeared, so it would be difficult for any yin ghost to find out in the current underworld.

"I don't know much about Brother Zhao's experience, but I heard that Murong Yuhong has long been gone, does she still have a trace of soul? And then into the book? The man in black pursed his lips: "Grandma's is really complicated, why do I worry so much, just look at the mirror and report the situation to the judge at any time." ”

Ye You didn't say anything, to say that this was the man in black, that is, the temper of black impermanence.

But Yeyou has more thoughts, he cares about Murong Yuhong's situation very much, after all, she, who had long since dissipated, actually appeared in the world of fierce ghost stories, and forgot everything, and integrated into the story, and the fierce ghost story was obtained from Wei Zhongxian, so it cannot be ruled out that Murong Yuhong's appearance is related to Qiqi and Han Qi.

Since Murong Yuhong's matter is not clear to Lu Juan, Ye You can only stop thinking about it, and for Zhao Huanshu and her hundreds of years ago, he actually knows very little, after all, ......

Everything is a helpless thing.

It's just that what the people in the know didn't expect was that Murong Yuhong appeared again in the next story.

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Ghost Story IV

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Zhao Huanshu sat in the office, drinking tea boredly; If you want to talk about your own work, Zhao Huanshu really can't think of anything more leisurely than this, after being admitted to the civil service, he entered the dang history office with his family connections, and he was not at the grassroots level.

This is a downright idle job that reads newspapers and drinks tea every month, takes a fixed salary and security, and is completely idle.

Zhao Huanshu glanced at the calendar on the table: September 31, 1998.

Then, Zhao Huanshu picked up a letter on his desk, which was written by his friend Zhang Zhuangzhuang and sent to the office an hour ago.

Tearing open the envelope, Zhao Huanshu leaned back in his chair and began to read the letter carefully.

Zhao Huanshu

It's been a long time since I've seen you

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When reading this, Zhao Huanshu's brows furrowed, because every time Zhang Zhuangzhuang wrote a letter to himself, he called himself "Zhao Nerd" and "Brother", and never wrote his name directly.

And the next content of the letter confirmed Zhao Huanshu's ominous premonition.

(The following is the content of the fat man's letter)

I have been working for more than a year, and I have rarely written to you; I remember that the last time was half a year ago, not that I didn't want to write to you, but I really couldn't help it.

I can't come back to drink with you on National Day this year, and as for the reason, I can't say clearly; It's hard to say that I won't even be able to get it back in the future. Because I encountered an event, a very grotesque, a very ridiculous, a very unbelievable thing. That's why this letter was written.

I know you may laugh at me when you see it, and laugh at me as before, always like a baby who doesn't grow up; Don't think I'm lying, just to find a reason not to come back and catch up with old friends, and to hang out and hang out.

But, I would like to say, please believe me once, even though I have been a liar since I was a child, such as the last time you lent me the book was not lost, but ...... torn up by my mischievous brother; But this time, really, this time you have to believe me, I'm definitely not lying. Every word I say comes from the heart.

I've been ghosted.

Yes, I'm ghosted. I can imagine your look of surprise or disdainful laughter when you see this

Thought it was a joke and was impatient to watch such a boring thing.

However, in fact, when I write these words, I can still feel that there seems to be something around me that I can't see.