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"As long as you don't stay in the infirmary, you can go wherever you want." Xu Shu immediately replied, thought about it, and swallowed back what he wanted to say.

The young doctor and nurse helped the female nurse who was already stunned out of the ward, Xu Shu watched them leave, took out two talismans from his bag, and then said to Zhao Dabao: "Stick these two talismans on the door and the window respectively." ”

Zhao Dabao took the talisman and nodded and complied, Xu Shu took out his mobile phone and made a call to Lin Lin.

"Lao Lin, come to the infirmary, I want a helper." Xu Shu said to Lin Lin on the other end of the phone.

Soon Lin Lin came to the infirmary, the three of them gathered in the ward, Xu Shu gave the two peachwood swords to Lin Lin and Zhao Dabao respectively, and said, "You go outside the window and the door to guard, no matter what comes out, you all use the peachwood sword in your hand to stab." ”

"Brother Xu, what if it's you?" Zhao Dabao asked suspiciously.

Xu Shu was stunned for a moment, and then he was so angry that he almost scolded: "You're a pig, am I a ghost?" ”

Zhao Dabao smirked and shook his head, turned his face to Lin Lin and said, "Lao Lin, let's go." ”

"Close the door." Xu Shu said to them.

Lin Lin and Zhao Dabao walked out of the ward and closed the door.

After the two left, Xu Shu closed the thick curtain again, and at this time, the ward instantly became dark, and it was quite difficult to see things, and he couldn't see clearly.

In this way, Xu Shu created an illusion, an illusion of a night.

When the ward fell into darkness, a moment later, a shadow swept up from the student lying on the hospital bed, floated, and then fell to the ground, immediately taking on the form of a human.

His face was as white as snow, and the clothes he was wearing were also white large-sleeved robes, which looked like an ancient.

In the faint light, Xu Shu could see the appearance of the ghost clearly, and said sharply: "So who is the ghost?" ”

"I am a courtier of the Han Dynasty, where are you sacred, who can drive me out of my body?" The white-faced ghost also asked Xu Shu sharply.

Xu Shu's tone of speech was learned from his father Xu Yi, and his father also learned it from his master, and for hundreds of years, even thousands of years, he has been passed down from master and apprentice to this tone, especially when talking to ghosts.

And this white-faced ghost actually learned Xu Shu's tone of speech and asked Xu Shu, which made Xu Shu feel a kind of playful anger, and he couldn't wait to clean up this terrible ghost immediately.

"It's ridiculous that crows learn to speak." Xu Shuqi didn't fight anywhere.

However, the white-faced ghost smiled and said: "Who the hell is a crow who learns his tongue, how can I be a Han courtier, how can I learn from a junior such as Er, it is even more ridiculous." ”

Xu Shu was stunned for a moment, "I am a courtier of the Han Dynasty", this sentence, the white-faced ghost has been said countless times, Xu Shu then remembered that this white-faced ghost should be a ghost released from the ground, should belong to the ancients, and speak naturally belongs to the style of that era.

Xu Shu took the opportunity to speak, reached out and took out a few "little Xu Fei sticks" in the bag, and instantly threw them at the white-faced ghost, and the three peach sticks flew towards the white-faced ghost, and then after three swishing sounds, the white-faced ghosts actually dodged the peach wood sticks one by one.

Peachwood can restrain ghosts, but if it doesn't touch the ghost body, it is equivalent to waste.

Xu Shu saw the situation, using this kind of secret weapon, obviously he couldn't deal with such a powerful ghost, so he rushed towards the white-faced ghost with his bare hands, and the white-faced ghost smiled contemptuously, probably thinking, this is the rhythm of Xu Shu's death.

However, after a few fights, the white-faced ghost's miserable face became even more terrifying, he didn't expect that such a young boy would actually have the skills of a great god, making him a good kung fu.

"Ghost hands?" The white-faced ghost suddenly stepped back and shouted as Xu Shu used the martial arts he had learned since childhood.

Xu Shu was stunned and scolded: "Ghost your sister, Lao Tzu is using the Seven Star Fist." ”

"You're a mountain mover?" The white-faced ghost was not angered by Xu Shu's scolding, but asked in a daze.

When Xu Shu heard this, of course he knew what the mountain movers were doing, that is, the soil master, the gravedigger, but he was not, and said with a smile: "What a mountain movers, Lao Tzu's fist is afraid!" ”

"No, no, only mountain movers can make ghost hands." The white-faced ghost was stunned, he couldn't imagine that the boy who fought with him would actually make the exclusive ghost hand of the mountain mover, and he was actually a mountain mover.

"Don't play tricks, if you admit defeat, I can help you die, otherwise you will be caught and wait for your soul to fly away!" Xu Shu said angrily and rushed towards the white-faced ghost again.

The white-faced ghost was still pondering, and Xu Shu also knew that the fist of a living person could not beat the ghost of the dead, and in an instant, a talisman appeared in his palm, and he casually pressed it to the chest of the white-faced ghost.

"Smack." With a bang, the Dao Talisman did not succeed in sticking to the white-faced ghost's body, but instead bounced the white-faced ghost away and hit the wall.

"That's amazing." To Xu Shu's surprise, this white-faced ghost can't stick the talisman, and his own talisman is a soul fixing talisman, as long as the talisman is pasted, the ghost can't move, and it looks like a corpse.

The white-faced ghost got up and stared at the young man in the dark, thinking to himself, it seems that this young man doesn't know that he is a mountain movers, and the Tao is not deep.

But as soon as the white-faced ghost got a talisman on his chest, smoke came up, and at this time, his chest was already burned, and the white smoke continued.

"Cards." Xu Shu rushed to the window, opened the curtain in an instant, and suddenly the ward was bright, and the white-faced ghost could only hide in the corner, not daring to get close to the light that entered through the window, but the light was still too strong, and the white-faced ghost suddenly appeared in a state of malaise.

At this time, the light was bright, Xu Shu looked at the white face, and was stunned, only to see that the ghost face was wearing an extremely suitable white face, and the white face was like a mask close to the grimace, and he couldn't see his true face.

"Ahh

Now the white-faced ghost can no longer get on the body of a student, let alone be exposed in the light, there is no way to escape.

Time can destroy the white-faced ghost, and Xu Shu doesn't need to do it at all, just wait.

But at this time, the white-faced ghost stood up and rushed to the door in an instant, and as soon as one hand was put on the doorknob, the Dao talisman attached to the door immediately took effect, and the white-faced ghost was ejected back in an instant.

At stake, the white-faced ghost rushed to the window again, and Zhao Dabao, who was looking out of the window, stumbled and sat on the ground with an ass.

"Ahh

"I knew you would escape, so I set a trap for you, and now you can only be captured." Xu Shu shouted.

At this time, the white-faced ghost retreated to the corner of the ward again, hiding in a darker place, embarrassed, two ghost eyes stared at Xu Shu in horror, and two lines of tears flowed down from his face.

"Who are you? Who the hell is it? Xu Shu wanted to remove the face mask to see the true face of the ghost, but at this time he didn't have to do it himself, the white-faced ghost was recruited by himself.

"I was originally a good lady and belonged to the Han nobles." The white-faced ghost said tremblingly.

Youling, in layman's terms, is a play, a more modern name, an actor, a singer.

"Are you from the Han Dynasty?" Xu Shu frowned and asked.

The white-faced Youling stared at Xu Shu with frightened eyes and nodded.

"Take your face off and let me see you for real." Xu Shu pointed to his face and said to the white-faced ghost.

The white-faced ghost shook his head and waved his hand in horror: "No, no, the master doesn't allow it." ”

"Your master is gone, and now you are your own." Xu Shu's tone softened suddenly, the three sects and the nine streams, Youling belongs to the lower nine streams, has no status at all, and is a subordinate product, private property.

The white-faced Youling still shook her head and waved her hand in refusal, and then said pitifully: "I can't take off my face anymore, it has long grown on my face." ”

"Ahh