After a few more days, he received a soul refining whip from the old witch, which hurt into the bone marrow, and the entire yin soul was almost scattered, after determining that this qiē was not Huangliang Yimeng, Nanke Yimeng and Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, he finally accepted the fact that he crossed from a ghost to a ghost and transformed into Nie Xiaoqian.

There will be no him in the future, the identity of the previous life has disappeared, he is her, it is Nie Xiaoqian.

She was born in a family of eunuchs, her hometown is in Qinghua County, her mother died early, her father was an official outside, and she has been with her since she was a child.

A month ago, her father offended the traitors in the court, was framed and lost his office, and on the way home, he was chased and killed by the traitors sent by the traitors disguised as bandits.

Her father narrowly escaped with his life, but she unfortunately died, and was buried by her father under an old locust tree in the Soul Call.

Her father was thinking of using the old locust tree as a sign, and when he had settled down, he would pick up her bones and bury her in his hometown. Unexpectedly, her father was killed on his heels, leaving only a portrait of her painted on the night her bones were buried.

Pity his father, there is no place to bury him.

After straightening out her memory, Nie Xiaoqian realized that as a newly dead ghost, she hadn't even been around for the first seven for a long time.

But it is such a new ghost, who was imprisoned by the thousand-year-old witch within a radius of a few miles when his consciousness was awakened and ignorant, and he was not allowed to be born, had no freedom, and suffered every day.

Of course, if she gave in and became a female ghost under her grandmother's command, helping it seduce men and absorb yang essence and blood, although she still didn't have freedom, at least she wouldn't have to suffer the pain of soul refining and whipping.

But can she do that?

She didn't say that she had to be a kind ghost, but in her opinion, that kind of pickled thing was more terrifying than death and scattered souls.

If the Jade Emperor asks about the affairs of the world, it is very miserable to pass through the female ghosts.

If there is really a spirit in heaven and asks about things in the world, Nie Xiaoqian will definitely answer loudly like this.

Whoever dares to face her and say that life is not at the right time, it is better to be a ghost, she will definitely smack him in the face.

No, she must have sprayed his eerie face and made him creepy for a night, and hell all night.

If people see her eyes at this moment, they must be able to see that what they are full of is the resentful eyes of a thousand mountains and birds, because she feels that her ghost path is slim, and she can't see where the hope is.

It's just hiding and feeling sorry for herself, and self-harm and self-pity are not her style.

So she comforted herself that there were still benefits to being a ghost.

The leather sac contains blood, the red and pink skeleton, a qiē hue, and the edge is empty. She has no real entity, so she doesn't have the ** to eat, drink, and sleep, and she doesn't even need to take a bath, and as a female ghost, not a woman, she doesn't have to worry about her aunt coming to the door.

If it is not a female ghost who transforms, but a woman, it is inevitable that there will be worries about sunflowers.

Now, there are so many trivial worries missing.

Without the ** needs of normal people, I don't even need to sleep, and there is a lot more time.

In this world, there are no computers, no Wi-Fi, no lights, and no human figures. There is one dryad, and there are many female ghosts, but she is not one of them, and she doesn't want to be one of them.

Of course, I'm afraid that in their eyes, she Nie Xiaoqian is a lonely and arrogant fool, and she disdains to be with her.

Behind Lanruo Temple is a mass grave, the county residents of Guobei County call it the Soul Gang, it is the old nest of the old witch and the female ghost under her command, the Tao is not the same, she is not willing to stay longer.

She usually only runs to Lanruo Temple or Xiaojing Lake.

The old witch adjusted (taught) her a few times, beat her to death, and saw that she would rather die than give in, even if she wanted to lose her soul, she would hold on, as if she understood that it was a water mill to make her submit, and she couldn't be pushed too much, so the two stalking ghosts in charge of stalking were not as tight as before, and she was able to move around.

A pair of bows and slender fibers, pink light, plain white spring, small feet that are unbearable to hold, stepping on the stone path covered with fallen leaves, walking towards the place where the mountains are surrounded by water and the dense forest and bamboo.

Nie Xiaoqian didn't know when Lanruo Temple was abandoned, but saw that the outer doors and alleys of the temple were falling down, and the walls were decaying.

Walk through the misty and misty deserted paths, cross the ruined walls everywhere, and enter the deserted temple where the night is lonely.

The pagoda of the main hall in the temple is majestic and magnificent, the stone statue of King Kong Venerable who stands tall and towering angrily has round eyes and hideous face, the basil in the courtyard grows taller than people, the grass is green, the autumn wind rolls the leaves, the monk's house on the east and west sides, the empty corridor leaks the house, and the door is empty.

It is the wild temple that is uninhabited, but it is hidden in autumn.

In the east corner of the hall, in a relatively intact attic, there is a lamp like a bean.

In the place where the lights are flickering, there are bursts of delicate and tender, weird and charming laughter, although it is low, but it is endless, like a soft brush, causing people to be horny, and the soul is extremely charming.

Nie Xiaoqian is a ghost and will not be confused by this voice, but although she is mentally prepared, she didn't expect this scene to be presented so quickly in front of her. At this moment, she just wants to cover her ears and escape from this obscure and misty ghost temple.

But before she could leave, the laughter was gone.

At the moment when the laughter dispersed with the wind, a terrified and trembling scream suddenly sounded, and the door of the attic opened immediately, and a disheveled shadow walked out, it was Xiaoqing.

Xiaoqing saw Nie Xiaoqian, who was standing at the bottom of the attic, tidied up her dress slightly, glanced at her with spring-like eyes, smiled very proudly and contemptuously, and walked away with her neck high.

She laughed, I don't know if she laughed at Nie Xiaoqian's wandering and belated, or laughed at Nie Xiaoqian's stupidity, I don't know what to do.

Nie Xiaoqian's face was as pale as paper, her whole body was full of cold, her limbs seemed to be frozen by Xuan Bing, and it was very difficult to take a step.

Although she really wanted to escape, she decided to choose to face it, and when she came to this world, escape was not the way.

When she finally climbed up to the attic, she saw that the door of the attic was still open, and in front of the smoky lamp, the branches were dancing, and countless black shadows were like snakes and pythons, and the disgusting smell was like ink.

In the blink of an eye, the black shadow was all closed, and an old face full of gluttonous **, greedy and distorted turned around, the tip of the tongue between the two blood-purple lips probed slightly, and there was still a drop of crimson blood left at the corner of the mouth that had not slipped off.

The old witch seemed to be busy digesting the yang qi and flesh of the man she had just absorbed, so she only glanced at Nie Xiaoqian coldly, snorted coldly and walked away.

After a while, Nie Xiaoqian recovered from the tremor, and hesitantly took a step inside, her bare feet seemed to be stepping on a steel knife, stabbing to the bone.

She walked slowly to the low table, picked up the candlesticks and fire folds that had been knocked over on the ground, and lit the candles.

There are a few books on the low table, the breeze blows, and one of the half-read ancient books flashes the words "Lourdes does not repair".

On the mat a few short distances, there lay a corpse, the flesh had been drained, so shriveled that only a layer of skin was left wrapped around the bones, and in the skull's eye sockets, a pair of eyes that had lost their luster were staring at themselves wide, and they were dead and blind.

In her previous life, she grew up under the red flag, and she hadn't even seen a dead corpse, and now she should have been very scared when she saw this terrifying and terrifying dry corpse, but maybe she was a ghost now, and the dry corpse was in front of her, but she calmed down.

Nie Xiaoqian looked at the dried corpse and knew that the dried corpse looked rotten, but if she smelled the blood of a living person, she would move and get up to make trouble.

"Before a person dies, there will be a breath of gas accumulated in the throat until death, and the qi will continue to die and become a dry corpse. Therefore, it is said that to be a man is to fight for anger, and the most important thing for a person to die is to cut off his anger, if he dies and continues to be angry, he will harm others and himself. ”

Thinking of two words, she tore a piece from the gauze cover of the attic with one hand, put it over the bulging eyes, and opened the window. Tomorrow, when the sun comes out, the dust will return to dust, and there will be nothing left.

If this scholar is not so anxious, he may not be able to die for a while, but it is a pity that the color word is the head, not Liu Xia Hui, not Ning Caichen, or Ning Caichen, or Ning Caichen, or a character with infinite concentration or innocent temperament, where can he hold it.

Besides, no matter how much you struggle, you will eventually die.

Entering this Lanruo Temple is equivalent to entering the Ghost Gate, a poor person who has no power to restrain the chicken, how can there be a reason for immortality.

That is, Ning Caichen is innocent and sincere in nature, and Xiaoqian has a good conscience, loves him, pities him, and cherishes him, and has the help of a worldly master like Yan Chixia, so he was able to escape the catastrophe.

If Ning Caichen broke in at this time, without Xiaoqian's support, Yan Chixia's maintenance, even one hundred and ten, would be dead.

"Before dying, I tasted the taste of ** bone erosion, which can be regarded as the death of peony flowers, and it is also (windy) to be a ghost."

sighed with emotion, and turned around, Nie Xiaoqian's eyes fell on the books, "Annotations on the Analects", "University Chapters and Sentences", "Chapters and Sentences of the Mean" and "The Book of Rites".

The scholar who lost his soul must have read the Analects tonight, but unfortunately he may not have read the volume of "Lourdes is not cultivated".