Wu Zhiyuan saw that the old man reacted so strongly when he heard the word "Maoshan", and couldn't help but be puzzled, and hurriedly asked: "Old man, do you have any misunderstanding with the Maoshan faction?" ”

"Misunderstanding?" The old man's chest rose and fell, and he said angrily, "Let me ask you, what is the relationship between the god of grain and you?" ”

"The god of grains is the master of the younger generation." Wu Zhiyuan answered truthfully without thinking.

"Little brute, if you don't get out of my house right away, I'll break your legs!" The old man looked around left and right, reached out and picked up the broom on the side of the stove, and moved violently to hit Wu Zhiyuan.

Wu Zhiyuan saw that the situation was not good, and the old man would not listen to what he said at this juncture, so he hurriedly said: "Okay, I'll go!" As he spoke, he exited the door.

As soon as Wu Zhiyuan's hind feet stepped out of the threshold, the broken wooden door was closed with a "bang", and the sound of inserting the bolt came from inside.

"It seems that the old man in this house must have some misunderstanding with the Maoshan faction or Shigong himself, so he has such a big prejudice against the Maoshan faction, and even the Taoist priest is extremely repulsive." Wu Zhiyuan thought about it while walking back, at this time the sun had already set, the moon rose tomorrow, and the empty street blew gusts of cold wind from time to time, rolling up leaves all over the ground, and it was unusually cold.

The streets in this town are straight, and there are no alleys that go around and around, so Wu Zhiyuan quickly turned back to the main street in front of the Xilai Inn from the alley, and as soon as he flashed, Wu Zhiyuan suddenly stopped, and he saw a white shadow not far in front of the main street!

The moonlight is demonic, the long street is bleak, every household closes the door and turns off the lights, the whole town is like a ghost town, but at this time, there is a person standing in the middle of the empty long street, that person is dressed in white, his long hair is hanging down his shoulders, his hands are drooping, and he is standing in place with his back to Wu Zhiyuan.

Wu Zhiyuan looked at the white back, his heartbeat gradually accelerated, and he involuntarily reached out and untied the peachwood sword on his back, but he didn't expect that the magic weapon for catching ghosts was not bought.

If you turn back into the alley at this time, you may be able to go around the town and return to the inn, but the female ghost happened to appear on Wu Zhiyuan's way back, could it be that she had already discovered Wu Zhiyuan's whereabouts? If that's the case, turning back to the alley won't help.

Wu Zhiyuan was secretly thinking about it, but he saw the female ghost's figure move, and she began to walk forward with weak steps. Her feet stepped on the fallen leaves on the ground, making a "rustling" sound, Wu Zhiyuan followed the sound and looked at it, and his heart suddenly became clear.

In the bright moonlight, the female ghost actually reflected a long and narrow shadow on the ground!

"If there's a shadow, it's not a ghost! The haunted turmoil that has been circulating in the town turns out to be something malicious to do! Thinking of this, Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly stepped forward.

"Stop!" Wu Zhiyuan stood on the street and yelled, "Who pretends to be a ghost?" ”

The figure in white seemed to hear Wu Zhiyuan's reprimand, stopped his steps, and slowly turned around. Only then did Wu Zhiyuan see clearly that the person in white was indeed a woman, but at this time, her hair was scattered, and her hanging hair covered her face, and she could only vaguely see the two black and white pupils under her strands of hair.

"Who are you? Why pretend to be a ghost? Wu Zhiyuan pointed at the woman in white with the peachwood sword in his hand and said angrily.

The woman in white stood in place, without answering or making any movements, a pair of eyes seemed to be looking at Wu Zhiyuan through the gap in her hair, and after a while, the woman in white shrugged her shoulders slightly, and she actually began to cry.

When Wu Zhiyuan saw this situation, he suddenly became a little dazed, what was going on?

Just when he was confused, he saw that the woman in white stretched out her hands to pull away the hair that blocked her face, and at the same time shouted with a crying voice: "Zhiyuan! ”

Wu Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, not understanding how the woman in white could know her name, so he looked at it and found that the woman's face was extremely familiar, and before he could think about it, he heard the woman crying: "I...... I'm Dong Qian! ”

"Dong Qian?" When Wu Zhiyuan heard this name, his thoughts immediately returned to the situation at the foot of Longshan Mountain and the Dong family's mansion.

"Cher! I'm Cher! Seeing that Wu Zhiyuan didn't react for a long time, the woman in white continued to explain that she was Xue'er after Dong Qian's return to the yang.

Dong Qian is a rich lady who died in vain more than 100 years ago, and Xue'er is Wu Zhiyuan's neighbor of a similar age, although Wu Zhiyuan has returned Dong Qian's soul to Xue'er's body, but he has never combined these two images into one in his heart, after all, he did not stay by Xue'er's side for a long time after returning Dong Qian's yang, so he still has the shadow of two people in his impression.

"You...... How did you get here? Wu Zhiyuan quickly asked after clarifying his thoughts, and at the same time a vague foreboding arose in his heart, Xue'er should be recuperating in Wujia Village, how could she appear hundreds of miles away from Wujia Village, so he hurriedly asked, "Is there something wrong in Wujia Village?" ”

Wu Zhiyuan didn't ask, but Xue'er howled and cried when she asked, rushed over in a few steps, and hugged Wu Zhiyuan tightly.

Wu Zhiyuan was originally a soft-hearted person, especially he couldn't stand the tears of women, so he could only hug Xue'er's shoulder and comfort: "It's okay, it's okay, with me, what's going on in the village, you tell me." ”

Xue'er cried on Wu Zhiyuan's chest for a long time, soaking half of his chest, and finally stabilized his mind, sobbing: "The village is full of wolves now, and I finally escaped to find you." ”

"Huh?" Wu Zhiyuan couldn't help but be taken aback when he heard this, and at the same time, heavy remorse and self-blame instantly came to his heart, he forgot, when he arrived in Yonghe Yizhuang, he forgot to ask Shigong Gushen to set up a formation in Wujia Village to block the wolves, although he also remembered it on the way to Liuyin Village to drive the corpse, but he never had time to go back to inform Shigong, and then a series of ups and downs made him have no time to return, he didn't expect it to develop to this point.

"How are the people in the village? How are my mom and dad? Evening incense, and Sheng evening fragrance, they're all right, right? Wu Zhiyuan thought of the safety of this cadre, and shook Xue'er's shoulder and asked eagerly.

Xue'er sobbed a few times and replied with a crying voice: "One night not long after you left the village, the village was attacked by wolves, and more than half of them were killed and wounded. You, my parents, and my fifth uncle were not injured. ”

"What about the evening fragrance? Sheng Wanxiang, how is she? Wu Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel nervous when he heard that Sheng Wanxiang's name was missing from Xue'er's words, and hurriedly shook Xue'er's shoulders and asked.

Xue'er raised her head suddenly, looked at Wu Zhiyuan with a stern expression, and said sharply: "I came to you after a long journey, why don't you ask me how I am?" ”