Jiang Pingchuan ignored Zhou Ning'er on the bed, and just sat cross-legged on the ground and felt the change in the breath in the room.

Now that noon had passed, Jiang Pingchuan heard Xiao Wu and Shopkeeper Zhou beckoning to the other guys in the store outside the door to start burning the aged mugwort that Xiao Wu had found elsewhere.

The crackling sound came into Jiang Pingchuan's ears through the doors and windows, followed by the faint fragrance of aged mugwort, which was a little pungent.

Perhaps because ginger is still old and spicy, these aged mugwort fires are fierce, and the smoke is green and thick, and the courtyard of the Zhou family is shrouded by youth at dusk.

The room was a different story, but the wind was blowing from time to time, and the wind was mixed with the rancid smell of dead leaves.

The roof of the house seemed to be a big bowl made of green clay, which was clasped on Jiang Pingchuan's head.

Zhou Ning'er combed her scattered hair and glanced at Jiang Pingchuan sitting on the ground from time to time, sniffing the faint mugwort in the room and wrinkling her nose, obviously a little disgusted.

"Hey, what are you doing" Zhou Ning'er leaned on the edge of the bed and hummed softly, a touch of blood appeared on her pale face, and there was a hint of curiosity in her godless eyes.

"Wait until you stop pretending to be a ghost," Jiang Pingchuan closed his eyes and gently rubbed the fish-shaped jade pendant on his waist.

Yu Pei was warm, as if it was attacked by a cold wind, and took the initiative to warm up his body.

"Who pretends to be a ghost, you people are all liars, there is no real ability to save me and I am still chattering in this yard all day long, isn't it just to cheat my family's money"

Zhou Ning'er stood up, walked barefoot in front of Jiang Pingchuan, squatted on the ground, looked at Jiang Pingchuan, who was still closing his eyes and recuperating, and stretched out his hand to touch Jiang Pingchuan's fish-shaped jade pendant.

"Ahh Zhou Ning'er felt that a gust of wind passed in front of her, and Jiang Pingchuan was gone.

Zhou Ning'er stood up in a panic, glanced around, and noticed that Jiang Pingchuan was already sitting at her feet, Zhou Ning'er screamed, stretched out her finger and pointed at Jiang Pingchuan on the ground, stunned and speechless.

"Are you a human or a ghost, what did you just do"

Zhou Ning'er squatted on the ground, in addition to the shock just now, when she talked about ghosts, Jiang Pingchuan noticed that she didn't have the slightest nervousness, thinking that she had seen a lot of ghosts these days, and it was a little strange.

Jiang Pingchuan opened his eyes and looked at Zhou Ning'er, his eyes were red, this time Zhou Ning'er was so frightened that he sat on the ground and looked at Jiang Pingchuan nervously.

"You don't have to be afraid, Pingchuan is not here to cheat money, but to subdue what is on you, so you don't have to pretend to be a ghost to scare me"

Jiang Pingchuan stretched out his hand to pull up Zhou Ning'er who was sitting on the ground, the little woman looked at Jiang Pingchuan in a daze, and at this time she was a little uncertain about Jiang Pingchuan Zhou Ning'er in front of her.

She also felt that Jiang Pingchuan seemed to really know some magical spells, not like he was here to cheat money, and she could hear the conversation between Jiang Pingchuan and her father clearly when she was standing at the door just now.

Now standing in front of Jiang Pingchuan, Zhou Ning'er snorted, raised her head, brushed away those loose hairs, and stared at Jiang Pingchuan with big eyes.

"My name is Zhou Ning'er, you can call me Ning'er, what's your name?"

Zhou Ning'er stretched out her little hand to rub her fair face, spread out her palm, and shook it in front of Jiang Pingchuan with a smile.

Jiang Pingchuan glanced at the flour on Zhou Ning'er's face and palm, and when he first entered the door, he noticed Zhou Ning'er's face, which was almost white.

"Jiang Pingchuan, the first day of the grass word will be the next day, and Wanma Pingchuan will be free" Jiang Pingchuan arched his hand to Zhou Ning'er and said his name.

As a result, Zhou Ning'er in front of her twisted her willow eyebrows and pointed at Jiang Pingchuan's arched hand with a displeased face, Jiang Pingchuan looked down and coughed embarrassedly twice, and her face was as red as she had just steamed.

Just now, because Zhou Ning'er was too close, Jiang Pingchuan arched his hand and directly pressed it on Zhou Ning'er's crisp and chest, Zhou Ning'er rubbed his chest, looked around Jiang Pingchuan, and suddenly ran quickly to his bed, his little hand tightly grasped the curtain, trembling.

Seeing this, Jiang Pingchuan's hands shook, walked to Zhou Ning'er's side, held Zhou Ning'er's palm, and looked at it, and a black aura condensed in the palm of his hand.

Jiang Pingchuan held Zhou Ning'er's wrist with one hand, stretched out two fingers with one hand and began to gently scrape from Zhou Ning'er's wrist to the fingertips, scraping back and forth three times, the black gas on Zhou Ning'er's palm had all disappeared, Jiang Pingchuan quickly let go of Zhou Ning'er's hand and arched his hand towards Zhou Ning'er.

"Pingchuan is eager to save people, and I hope Miss Zhou is not strange" Jiang Pingchuan said very seriously, thinking about it, he was just young and ignorant when he was a child, and he held the hand of Xiaohua next door, and he has not had contact with a girl so far, thinking of Xiaohua Jiang Pingchuan remembered his feelings at the time, he felt that the entire Maoshan Road had disappeared, and the surrounding villages were not spared.

"Hey, don't stand like a log, there's still me here, I'm afraid, you sit next to me, hurry"

Zhou Ning'er looked at Jiang Pingchuan standing there stupidly for some reason, and she felt the wind around her again, and shouted Jiang Pingchuan anxiously.

Jiang Pingchuan nodded, walked to Zhou Ning'er's bed, hesitated, and was pulled by Zhou Ning'er to sit on the bed, Zhou Ning'er smiled and lay in the quilt, looking at Jiang Pingchuan, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Seeing that you are older than me, I will call you Brother Pingchuan" Zhou Ning'er slapped the futon with both hands, her face was full of happy smiles, she had always longed for a brother by her side who took care of her and protected her.

Now seeing Jiang Pingchuan sitting on the edge of her bed stupidly, Zhou Ning'er felt in her heart that this was the will of heaven, and she must have been blessed by misfortune to exchange for Jiang Pingchuan's arrival.

"Hmm" Jiang Pingchuan nodded, and he also felt a little emotion in his heart.

He has always been taken care of by his brother, and now when he hears someone call him brother, he suddenly feels that he has grown up.

It's just that I don't know if my brother Jiang Yulong has walked out of the forbidden land in the back mountain, or if he has also seen Maoshan full of killings.

"Brother Pingchuan, did you say that Ning'er would die" Zhou Ning'er lost a smile on her face.

She thought about her own thoughts, but she was afraid that she would die in her bed before she could do what she wanted, and her voice was a little sad and vague.

"Ning'er, don't worry, these things are things that can't be put on the table, there's nothing to do, you just need to sleep."

Jiang Pingchuan looked at Zhou Ning'er, who was nervous, and said with a smile, untying the purple skeleton on his waist and shaking it in front of Zhou Ning'er's eyes.

Zhou Ning'er grabbed the purple skeleton, although it was a small skeleton in her hand, but it didn't give her a gloomy feeling, as if this small skeleton contained a huge breath, and she was very relieved to hold it.

"Brother Pingchuan, what is this" Zhou Ning'er pinched the purple skeleton in front of her and kept watching, the small skeleton exuded a faint purple aura around her body, and it looked extraordinary.

"This is my second life, hehe" Jiang Pingchuan explained as he saw Zhou Ning'er being so interested in the purple skeleton he handed her.

He couldn't tell the purple skeleton either, but he was right, it was indeed his second life, and he said that with it he could have escaped a death before he was thirty years old.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, let's sleep with it," Jiang Pingchuan looked at Zhou Ning'er with a puzzled face and said softly.

Zhou Ning'er hummed, put the purple skeleton next to her pillow and closed her eyes.