Can anyone come out and tell me the plot? What the hell is going on now, hey!

Xia Beifeng looked at the mountain god who kept rubbing the female ghost hand with his head, and suddenly felt that he was a little redundant standing here.

He looked at the strange female ghost and the mountain god for a while, and suddenly remembered that there was a person lying at his feet. He bowed his head, bent down, picked up the skinny old lady horizontally, turned and laid her on the bed in the room.

The old lady looked a little better, no longer gasping for breath and coughing, and her originally bloodless face gradually looked better. As she lay on the bed, her breathing gradually stabilized, and it looked like she would not be able to die for a while.

Xia Beifeng looked at the old lady for a while, and after making sure that she should have no problem, he rubbed the corners of his forehead with a headache and looked out the window.

The rain was still falling, and there was no sign of stopping, and the wind outside was getting stronger and stronger, making the window make a "clang" sound. Constant raindrops hit the thin layer of window paper, making it look as if it was going to break at any moment.

Xia Beifeng looked at the window in a daze, suddenly remembered the pile of stationery he had placed on the table before, and hurriedly came to the table to see if they were wet by the rain.

I don't know who stacked the pile of letterheads, and they were neatly placed on the table, and even the originally scattered waste paper balls were cleaned up at some point. The table top was clean and clean, and there was not a trace of rain wetting.

Xia Beifeng was stunned for a moment before tentatively reaching out for the stack of letterheads. He looked at the letter defensively, as if it were not a thin piece of paper, but a bomb that would explode at any moment.

The replies written by Xia Beifeng returned to him unharmed, Xia Beifeng took them in his hand, looked through them, and checked if there was anything strange.

The replies were not graffitied, there were no missing pages, no bloody handprints, and nothing suddenly came out of them, and they looked intact. And even ...... One more?

Xia Beifeng pinched up the piece of letter paper that was folded into a small square in the reply letter, sighed, and didn't know what to do for a while.

The letter paper should have been pulled out of Xia Beifeng's painting folder, and after a few folds, it became a ten-centimeter square square, and the handwriting stacked inside could be faintly seen. On the top layer are written a few small characters - Shen Nianshu.

The handwriting looks very familiar, if nothing else, it should be the words of Miss Jiang Yunshan.

"Uh......"

Xia Beifeng looked up at the window, and eighty percent of the window paper had been wet by the rain and had become translucent. Through the window, she could faintly see the red figure standing in the rain and the children beside her.

He lowered his head again and looked at the letter in his hand, hesitating to see if he should open it.

Forget it, it's not good to open other people's letters privately.

What's more, who knows if something will pop out of it!

Xia Beifeng thought so, so he casually put the small square into his pocket. Then he sorted out the pile of replies he had written, walked to the door of the room, and shouted loudly at the "mother and son" who were standing together and sticky: "I said that girl over there, don't coax my son there, I have something here, do you want to see it!" ”

The female ghost raised her head sharply when she heard this, and glared at Xia Beifeng murderously.

Xia Beifeng only vaguely saw a pair of black and white eyes, and he didn't have time to see the female ghost's face clearly. In the next second, the female ghost appeared directly in front of him only a meter away and stretched out her hand to him.

Xia Beifeng immediately presented the dozen or so reply letters with both hands.

The female ghost took it, quickly flipped through the replies and looked up at Xia Beifeng incredulously, the expression on her face seemed to be saying-this is gone?

The female ghost in red is not ugly, and can even be said to be beautiful. She looked no more than twenty years old, with waist-length hair, and her complexion was white and even a little blue. The thin eyebrows, a pair of apricot eyes flickering, and the lips are bright red, which makes the skin on the face even whiter. The hand holding the letter paper is whiter than the white paper. The fingers are long, and the nails are painted with red kodan.

At this time, she was pursing her lips, with tears in her eyes, and looked up at Xia Beifeng with bright eyes. She obviously looked like she could cry at any time, but she never said a word, just looked at Xia Beifeng, her eyes were full of pleading.

Xia Beifeng nodded at her regretfully, and spread his hands to show that he couldn't do anything.

The female ghost waited for a while, as if she had finally given up, and then lowered her head again to look at the letter in her hand sadly.

This time she read it very slowly, obviously every letter only had those six words, but she could read it for a few minutes before she continued to read the next letter.

Xia Beifeng leaned against the door and looked down at her. Her hand holding the letter paper has been trembling slightly, and the tears in her eyes have accumulated more and more, but they have never fallen, trembling and hanging on her eyelashes, I feel pity.

It wasn't until the last page of the letter in her hand that her tears finally fell.

The female ghost was very quiet when she cried. She kept her head down, and if it weren't for the slightly trembling shoulders and the tears falling on the letter, she would hardly have been able to detect that she was actually crying.

Seeing this, Xia Beifeng subconsciously stretched out his hand and wanted to pat her shoulder and comfort her. Unexpectedly, the female ghost threw herself into his arms when he just raised his hand, put her head on his shoulder, and continued to cry in his arms with a twitch.

Xia Beifeng's arm was only halfway raised, and he didn't know whether to wrap his arms around her waist at this time, or put his hand down and let her lean on it like this, so he had to raise his hand in the air in embarrassment, and his face was full of confusion.

The female ghost was thin, but her body was soft, with a faint fragrance, and when the whole person was attached to Xia Beifeng's body, it made him involuntarily have some charming thoughts.

But when he thought that this girl was a female ghost who had been dead for an unknown number of years, and what he liked was Shen Nian's scourge, Xia Beifeng had no choice but to forcibly press down on this little idea, and lowered his head to study the clothes on this girl's body.

She seemed to be wearing a red wedding dress, fine silk, with delicate patterns embroidered with gold thread at the neck, flowers and birds. There are a lot of ornaments hanging on this set of clothes, there are gold, jade and beads, although there are many things, they are just right, not only do not dazzle people, but they look atmospheric and elegant.

It's just that it's a little too heavy.

Xia Beifeng looked at the real golden phoenix crown on this girl's head, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

If this kind of thing had been brought by a living person, its neck would have been crushed a long time ago.

And although this dress is red, you can see that it is a wedding dress at a glance, but if you look at the style, it is a shroud.

Xia Beifeng stared at the clothes on the girl in his arms and frowned in confusion.

So, this girl died before she got married?

So what is the suicide that the female ghost said last night was the first seven times to make trouble?

And also......

Xia Beifeng raised his head and looked at the child who had been standing in the rain without making a sound.

The child was standing there in a daze, his mouth opening and closing, probably constantly muttering "Mommy". He looked at the heavy rain in front of him in confusion, stretched out a hand and grabbed it around in the air, but he never touched his "mother's" hand.

The rain was still falling, and the girl was still crying in Xia Beifeng's arms, as if she was tireless.

Just as Xia Beifeng felt that the placket on his chest was gradually soaking through a large patch, the sky around him was also getting darker a little.

Out of nowhere, there was a terrible wolf howl, and the sound was really creepy.

Night is coming.

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Hello everyone, this is half a chapter of today's compensation

The official update will drop a little later, and it won't be forgotten

Yesterday I really had a very bad thing, which caused the whole person to be bad

I woke up this morning and read the half chapter I wrote yesterday

My mind is full of groans, what am I writing here, I actually sent this thing out, am I mentally wrong!!!!!!

Although there is really nothing wrong with the plot, I wrote it too ......

That's right, I've condensed three chapters into one

Now start thinking about how you can remedy it

It should change in the future

But the plot won't change, so it doesn't matter if you want to watch it if you want to watch it or not