Xia Beifeng and the woman, or the female ghost, looked at each other for three seconds.

"Walk slowly."

He took a step back, nodded politely and smiled at the female ghost, the look on his face as usual, like a normal goodbye to a friend. Then he immediately raised his hand to close the window.

The female ghost was already more than a dozen steps away from the window, but when she saw this, she raised her leg and appeared directly by the window, face to face with Xia Beifeng. She raised a hand and propped it up on the window, preventing Xia Beifeng from closing the window.

Feed! It's also a teleportation, this foul! Xia Beifeng stared at the bloody face of the female ghost, kept smiling, and secretly exerted himself in his hands.

The windows didn't move.

The female ghost's hands are the same as her face, there is no skin, and you can directly see the pink tender flesh inside, which makes her fingers extraordinarily slender.

"This girl." Xia Beifeng asked her gently, "Do you have anything else?" Or did you forget something? ”

The female ghost shook her head, as if she was smiling at Xia Beifeng.

Xia Beifeng felt that the pressure on the window was greater, so he had to grit his teeth secretly, and pressed against the window hard, and his hands gradually burst into green tendons.

The female ghost and Xia Beifeng were in a stalemate for a while, and as if they remembered that she still had a hand, they began to try to climb into the window.

"This girl, I'm going to sleep, please go back first." Xia Beifeng took a deep breath and slammed it hard, and the window was closed by him all at once.

The female ghost pressed her shoulders against the wooden window, and continued to crawl into the room with both hands and feet. She was wearing a red cheongsam, and at this moment, a large amount of blood quickly oozed from the place where her shoulder touched the window, and then fell drop by drop on the windowsill under her, and soon accumulated into a small pool.

If you're so active, even if it's a beauty, I have to think about it before I let you in, not to mention that you don't look like a beauty now, so I can't let you in!

Xia Beifeng sighed again, and after one last glance at the female ghost, he turned his head away and looked at the corner. Then he raised his leg and kicked the female ghost in the face, and kicked the female ghost directly out.

The female ghost lay on the ground for a while, and then slowly got up, and she straightened her broken neck bone back, and there was a crisp sound of bones rubbing against her neck. Then he patted the hem of his cheongsam, which was soaked in blood at this time, and strands of blood flowed down her uneven calves that could not see the skin.

She glared at Xia Beifeng viciously, opened her mouth and let out a piercing scream, as if she was completely enraged.

Xia Beifeng covered her ears in time when she opened her mouth, but she was still a little dizzy from the screams that rang directly in her head.

Just when Xia Beifeng and this female ghost were about to fight to the death, in the depths of this house, I don't know where it was, there was a faint burst of lively gongs and drums.

The female ghost hesitated a little, glanced in the direction from which the voice came, squinted her eyes, and seemed to be thinking about something. Finally, he turned his head and glared at Xia Beifeng viciously, then twisted his waist and walked over there. She didn't forget to look back at Xia Beifeng every few steps, until she finally turned around the corner of a room and completely disappeared from Xia Beifeng's sight.

He also left a string of small bloody footprints in the yard.

Three-inch golden lotus willow waist, straight calves and no fat, looking at the face shape, it should be a beauty, this old man Jiang is not shallow.

And the daughter is so cute.

Xia Beifeng watched the female ghost go in nowhere, raised his eyes to look at a bloody handprint on the window, and frowned.

"What a pity!" Xia Beifeng sighed, raised his hand and wanted to close the window.

The sound of gongs and drums in the distance, and then the sound of erhu was added, which sounded like the tune of a Peking opera.

Xia Beifeng stopped closing the window, frowned and looked over there, but didn't see anything.

He placed one hand on the window, so he could close it at any time. Then he simply jumped on the table and sat down cross-legged, listening to the faint tone, trying to discern what was going on.

Xia Beifeng listened carefully, he didn't know much about Peking Opera, but there was an elder in the family who liked these things, so he knew a little about it. It sounds familiar, but you can't figure out which play it is.

Fortunately, after a while, a female voice sang along with the tune. The woman's voice was sharp and thin, the words were very clear, and the words were also sung in a correct and round tone, but unfortunately they were too far away and they didn't sound very clear. But it didn't prevent Xia Beifeng from thinking of the name of the play when he heard the first sentence.

Su San started to solve.

Xia Beifeng sat on the table, holding the window with one hand and his chin with the other, and began to enjoy the sound coming from afar.

There seemed to be some resentment in the woman's voice, which was just right in this play. Savoring it sentence by sentence, people can't help but feel sad with the woman in the play.

The moon was not bright that night, and there were many stars, but the ground was still dark. There was no sound in the yard either, and even the cicadas were gone. It seems that both living and dead people should have gone to the play. The night breeze is quite comfortable, but it's still a bit boring to listen to it for a long time.

Xia Beifeng listened to it for a while, and felt a little sleepy again. He looked down at his watch, estimating that the play would take another hour to stop, and began to wonder whether to continue listening to it or go to bed with the window closed.

As he struggled, the table beneath him began to tremble slightly.

What's it this time again? There's no end to it, so don't let people sleep!

The tremor grew louder and louder, and the tremor made people feel numb. Xia Beifeng had no choice but to jump off the table, close the window and paste the rune paper, completely isolate the sound outside, and began to rummage through the table.

He first turned the drawer upside down, but he couldn't find what was moving. And the ground under my feet didn't move, so it shouldn't have been an earthquake or something. In the end, I had no choice but to find the flashlight, lie on the ground and look under the table.

Looks like something?

At this time, the table was no longer moving, Xia Beifeng took out a pencil, reached into the thin gap between the table and the ground, and hooked the thing.

That thing was quite heavy, and it fell very deeply, and it took Xia Beifeng a lot of effort to get it out.

It was a small bronze mirror, the size of a palm. The front is a polished mirror, but on the back is a set of gossip patterns, and there is a red tassel tassel hanging from it, which feels heavy in the hand.

Xia Beifeng lowered his head, gently blew off the thin layer of floating ash on the mirror, and smiled at himself in the mirror.

The man in the mirror immediately laughed together.

Xia Beifeng put away his smile and winked at the mirror.

The person in the mirror did not smile, but instead expanded the range of his smile.

Seeing this, Xia Beifeng shook the small mirror vigorously. When I looked down again, the faces reflected in the mirror began to gradually deform.

He watched his face in the mirror completely change into another man, the man was about forty years old, with a bun and a sheep's horn beard, not good-looking, but with a righteous face. At this time, he was looking Xia Beifeng up and down in the mirror with inquiring eyes.

Xia Beifeng smiled at the person in the mirror again, and the person in the mirror immediately smiled, and then nodded at Xia Beifeng while touching his beard, as if he was very satisfied. The small mirror also shook slightly with the frequency of the nodding of the person in the mirror.

After Xia Beifeng finished laughing, he immediately turned his face, reached out and buckled the mirror upside down on the table, and pressed the mirror with his palm, completely ignoring the crazy trembling of the mirror.

"This uncle, you are not as handsome as me, and you dare to appear in my mirror to be an eyesore, do you think it is good?" Xia Beifeng said to the mirror.

As soon as his words fell, the mirror stopped shaking, and after a while, a thick male voice sounded from the mirror: "This little brother, the color of the skin is a thing outside the body, a hundred years later, everyone will be a piece of loess, why are you so entangled." ”

"Lao Tzu is happy." Xia Beifeng shouted at the mirror: "You can't take care of it." ”

The mirror was silent when he heard this, probably not knowing how to answer this, and only spoke up again after a while: "This little brother, this gossip mirror mirror is a magic weapon given by the master when he became a teacher, how did it become yours?" ”

"Aren't you dead now?" Xia Beifeng slowly raised his hand covering the mirror, and saw that the mirror was no longer moving, so he continued: "Look at you, you shouldn't have any relatives and friends like this." So whoever picked it up now should be whomever picked it up. ”

"Hearing this, this little brother is probably also a fellow Taoist, so he will be called Daoyou instead." The mirror ignored Xia Beifeng's tricks, first politely put on a close, and then said to Xia Beifeng earnestly: "This mirror is not worth a few dollars, although it used to be a magic weapon that I carried with me, but now I really can't use it anymore." If you really like this gadget when you see it, you can give it to you. It's just that Poor Dao has a request, and I hope that Daoist friends can help me. ”

Xia Beifeng didn't speak, lowered his head and took out his mobile phone and began to play Tetris.

The person in the mirror waited for a long time and didn't see Xia Beifeng agree, so he had to take the initiative to speak again: "This Taoist friend, the poor Taoist number Yun Qingzi, is the master of Longhu Mountain-"

"Wait a minute, you say it again." Xia Beifeng suddenly interrupted the mirror's words, he pressed the game pause button, and then looked up and stared at the inverted mirror on the table, "Where did you come from?" It's not that I've never seen a few old immortals in Longhu Mountain, why have I never heard them say that there is such a number one person as you? Or are you actually just a sweeper in Longhu Mountain? ”

"Uh......" The Taoist priest in the mirror seemed to be choked by Xia Beifeng's words, and after a long time, he said embarrassedly: "Daoist friends smiled, poor Dao is indeed not a disciple of Longhu Mountain. The master of the poor road was originally a blind fortune teller on the street, with no name and no number, and he stole the name of the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, just to make a living. I learned a few hands from him, even if I became a teacher, I came out to walk the rivers and lakes alone, and I also learned from the master and his old man with the name of the real person of Longhu Mountain, and the road number was also taken by himself. I didn't expect to be recognized by someone like Daoyou today, I'm really ashamed, ashamed! ”

Xia Beifeng gave a dispensable "um", lowered his head and continued to play Tetris.

In fact, he didn't know any Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain, but he just deceived the ghost Taoist priest. If he is really from Longhu Mountain Gate, he will apologize and say that he has admitted his mistake, anyway, this person is dead, and there is no way to go back to find someone to complain. As a result, this ghost Taoist priest is really not from Longhu Mountain Gate, and his heart is still very empty, and he was slightly frightened by Xia Beifeng and exposed his stuffing.

"Ah...... This fellow Daoist. The ghost Taoist priest in the mirror hesitated for a while before pleading: "When this Taoist friend meets the real Longhu Mountain Sect people in the future, don't mention my affairs." Everyone is just eating together, so why bother with each other. ”

"It depends." Xia Beifeng played with his mobile phone without raising his head, put his other hand on the table, and tapped the back of the mirror with his fingers. After knocking for a while, the ghost Taoist priest didn't make a sound until Xia Beifeng finished playing a game of Tetris, stretched his waist, and turned the mirror face upside down.

The ghost Taoist in the mirror, Yun Qingzi, immediately smiled a little flatteringly at Xia Beifeng.

"If you have any requirements, let's talk about them first." Xia Beifeng still lowered his head and started playing a game of Tetris again, but his tone of voice was a little embarrassed, "I don't have much ability, so I have learned a few kung fu skills of a three-legged cat." If you have any requests, I'll hear it first, I can't guarantee if I can do it, and I can do what I can.

The Taoist priest in the mirror immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and began to chatter about the summer north wind.

Hello everyone, I'm today's dividing line************************

Today, I was shocked by a fifteen-year-old child's flirtatious lines, and I wanted to kneel down and shout a big ...... I always feel that this kind of child is going to go in the direction of becoming a sperm