I said that I would wait until I came back to find Yaksha and Fan Wusu together, but as soon as I came back, Qingyang brought me a scribbled note, and when I opened it, it was no different from what I thought. But Qingyang stood in front of me, with a small waist and a small mouth so that he could lift a small bucket.

I said in my heart: I was a little follower between Da Hei and Xiao Bai, and my knowledge of their previous friendship was limited after all. Regarding the matter related to Yaksha this time, I don't have a position that can stand firmly and say so-and-so to Xiaobai, Xiaobai didn't say anything wrong or do wrong, and it would be best for him and Daikoku to handle the matter himself. As for me, I'm just waiting at home.

Of course, I was really angry at first, but after I figured it out, I felt a lot more comfortable, and now I just prayed: don't come up with a bunch of lonely ghosts at this juncture.

Qingyang was unfair to me, pinching his two paws and seemingly secretly saying Xiaobai's name, I squatted down and picked up the little guy, brushing its upturned white hair, "Tell my mother, did Xiaobai say something to you before leaving?"

Qingyang raised his head, pointed Zou Zhou's chin with his nose, stared at his head, and muttered in a low voice: "Brother Xiaobai, just tell me, let me wait for you to come back obediently." ”

"That's all?"

"Uh-huh, that's right, mother. ”

I thought Xiaobai would leave words that made me feel warm.

Because of the remoteness of the Temple of Impermanence, even if you open the door wide and sit on the threshold for a day, you won't see one or two ghosts passing by. But I just like that, it's quiet for thinking. After settling down, such a pure moment is really rare, but now it is a little uncomfortable.

After lulling Qingyang to sleep, I took out the book of hundred ghosts from my clothes, quietly walked out of the room, walked out of the room lightly, sat on the swing that Xiaobai made for me with a bamboo tube in the courtyard, and began to read intently.

An hour later.

Boom Boom Boom ......

The sudden silence suddenly made a strange sound out of nowhere, which really made me feel creepy, but the content of the book firmly attracted me to read line by line. So I didn't pay any attention to where the voice came from.

However, the noise grew louder and louder, and it sounded as if it were coming from the house, so much so that I had to put down my book and go into the room, and at random glance, I didn't see anything?

Qingyang is very well-behaved, and he has never seen him naughty and troublesome once since following me, and it is absolutely impossible to make a noise about the things in the house. I couldn't help but think: Could it be that there is a ghost who knows that the two impermanent adults have gone out and come here to steal or do other bad things?

First of all, I closed the bedroom door, walked lightly and hurriedly, staring at an iron stick leaning against the corner of the wall next to the dining table, I subconsciously tightened my clothes, held it and ignored the sound, and walked cautiously along the strings of black footprints on the ground, and walked a few hundred steps, I came to the kitchen, thinking that it was possible that rats had come to steal food? I glanced around, tiptoed open the cupboard, and the leftovers left over from last night were still there, and the truth was not what I thought.

The iron rod was so heavy that it fell to the ground, and I turned around without thinking about it, but I found a ghost standing in front of me. Maybe I was frightened enough, and I stood there calmly, staring straight at the stranger in front of me. It's that the body no longer listens to the command of the head, and it can't move if it wants to.

He was a head shorter than me, and at first glance, the top of his head was bare, as if it was an old tree without leaves in the cold winter, or it belonged to the kind of old tree with its own light. He was dressed in black feathers, with a small self-defense knife stuck in his waist, and he was dressed quite like that, and I felt like a rather dignified old man.

I seem to have seen this ghost somewhere, and I thought about it for a while to no avail. I found that the old man was also staring at me for a long time, and then I continued to observe, and the portrait of the book came to my mind, and I suddenly realized, I couldn't suppress my excitement, "You...... Are you a slippery ghost?" I stretched out my hand, and in order not to call it an impolite ghost, I immediately withdrew my hand and waited for his answer.

In the past, anyone who saw his own ghosts or humans was disgusted or afraid, and the slippery ghost who was so excited and incoherent was still seeing it for the first time.

"It's dripping, it's dripping, the old man is a slippery ghost. What's your name, little ghost?"

The serious face that the slippery ghost pretended to be immediately turned into a sunflower.

It's really apt to say that it's a flower, because I've never seen an old man smile so brightly.

"My name is Zou Zhou, if you come to find Xie Bi'an or Fan Wusu today, you better go back first, they are not at home these days. ”

When the slippery ghost heard this, it seemed that he knew half of the nod before, no hair on his head does not mean that his chin is also hairless, the slippery ghost touched his beard to the end, and his rough fingers rolled in the gray beard looked weird, he nodded comfortably and smiled: "That's right, I just want to come to you today to have a look, you don't have to worry about me." ”

The slippery head ghost really said, seeing the slippery head ghost walked into our bedroom, I hurriedly followed, and saw the slippery head ghost stepped on two steps, leaned on the bed and unceremoniously grabbed Qingyang's tail and threw it into my arms, and made silent movements at me, yawning on my back, and climbed into bed without even taking off my shoes, closed my eyes and covered the quilt and lay down to snore in front of me and fell asleep.

Damn, this cheek is really not ordinarily thick. I muttered silently to myself.

The book says: If the slippery head ghost visits, don't let him in the door, once he sits down, maybe he will never get up again, and you will be in trouble. It can be said that it is a notorious monster that does not leave--- slippery.

Hehehe. Is it alarmist or real?

I only hope it's the former.

I heard from Manzhu's tone before, her impression of the slippery head ghost is really bad, besides, Manzhu's body and bones are weaker than mine, and the matter of dealing with the slippery head ghost can't implicate Manzhu. When the Enma was in the mansion, although there was a wise assistant and sister Yan Luo by his side, he was also in a good situation, even if it wasn't like this, it would be difficult for me to ask them for help if the slippery ghost broke into our house.

I, Zou Zhou, are also very good, even if I am the only one, I can drive the slippery head out of the ghost.

Just do it.

Who's confused Qingyang didn't know that he had been thrown out of bed, and I put it on the rattan chair by the window and continued to sleep.

I don't care to lift the quilt and drop the pillow for this kind of pediatrics, presumably the slippery ghost must have come all the way here to be hungry and thirsty. Just entertained all the food at home, and didn't buy it himself, he was not a fool, he was too lazy to do it in people's homes, and in the end there was nothing, so what was the point of staying?

The snoring of the slippery head was shocking enough, I woke up Qingyang, and after we entered the kitchen together, it was still clear through the two doors.

I thought that there was still a bottle of Japanese sake left in the wine cabinet, which would come in handy, but I asked Qingyang to clean it up first, and first took the dried tea leaves and casually brewed a pot of fetal chrysanthemum and placed it on the dining table in the hall. And I, picking a few cucumbers from the vegetable patch in the corner of the courtyard, made pickled cucumbers, cut the remaining sausages into dices, fried them with radish, and beat an egg tomato soup, and that's it.

"It's time to eat. I took off my apron and called Qingyang to wash our hands together.

It's less than a minute.

Sure enough, Qingyang and I just sat down, the slippery ghost yawned and swaggered from the room and sat on the chair we specially left, not polite at all, sitting opposite me, my mouth quickly purred, picked up chopsticks and tasted each dish, and gave a thumbs up, "I didn't expect you to be able to do such a good first-hand dish, little girl, if anyone marries you, it's really a blessing." As the words fell, the slippery autumn wind swept away all the dishes, and the plates were cleaned as if they had been rinsed.

And ignore the compliments on me and how do you know I'm a girl, a slippery head, who came out of the slums?

I looked down and saw Qingyang swallowing saliva, obviously expecting to taste the dishes that I had improved, in fact, I was also curious about how much my craft had improved.

I reluctantly picked up my chopsticks and tapped on the edge of the bowl, "Now that you're full, how about you try this tea again?" I stood up and put the cup of tea in front of the slippery ghost.

"Uh-huh-hmm...... Yes, yes, it tastes much better than our tea anywhere. ”

I don't guess if the slippery ghost really likes it, but after eating and drinking, don't you want to say something else to my master?

I pretended to be happy, poured another glass for the slippery head, and sat across from him waiting quietly for him to speak.

However, after eating, as long as he slept, he didn't leave a word and walked to the room to get ready to sleep. Whoever me off wants to vomit blood.

Qingyang didn't want his mother to be angry with the slippery ghost, so he blocked the way of the slippery ghost, stretching out his claws and baring his teeth, "You didn't even say thank you to your mother, you left the table to sleep, it's really rude!"

The slippery ghost touched his bare head, couldn't cry or laugh, turned to Zou Zhou and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, this tanuki child is right, thank you girl for your hospitality, the old man is very sleepy now, I want to sleep, and I will thank you again when I wake up." ”

Should I be angry? or should I be angry? How to say that I am also the master, I tried my best to squeeze out a smile and nodded:

"Qingyang is coming, let's go for a walk in the yard. ”