The little ghost in the sword spirit not only blew out Zhao Shuihe's candle, but also broke up her bun coiled on the top of her head. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The girl's soft and long black hair fell over her shoulders, and under the dark care, Zhao Shuihe was quite ...... The taste of the female ghost of the present world.

Xiao Nizi restrained her hair angrily, and at the same time scolded at the netherworld: "You little goblin, don't recognize me as the master, forget it, why are you still throwing my hair?"

As soon as Shui He finished complaining, a long series of "cluck, cluck, cluck......" suddenly sounded in the darkness, as if it was a response from the netherworld.

The sound was mechanical, like a toad, like the movement of a wooden bamboo tube, and at the same time a bit like a child's playful ridicule, the movement did not last long, but it was enough to make me feel apprehensive in my heart, and even scratch numbness.

Hearing the sound and thinking about things, what kind of existence is the so-called sword spirit in the dark?

Listening to that movement, and then thinking of the chaotic shadow I saw behind Zhao Haipeng not long ago, I suddenly had a vague image of the sword spirit in my heart, but ...... I really don't dare to think about it, and I don't think it's going to be useful.

But I feel that such a mischievous elf...... It's better to stay away.

When Zhao Shuihe put away his hair again, the sound of brisk running in the dark sounded again.

This time, the movement was faster and closer to us, and a few times, I even felt something hit the leg of my chair, but when I turned around...... But I didn't see anything.

This feeling is very bad, there are two candles in front of me that are about to go out, and behind me is the endless darkness brought by the "light difference", I am caught in the middle, and all I can feel is naturally deep helplessness.

A helplessness surrounded by some kind of "hunter", playfully.

And the most worrying thing about this helplessness is that I have no idea what will happen next.

But, after all, now only Zhao Haipeng and I are still with a burning candle in front of them, so I think I'm afraid that the candle will be extinguished next, and when the third candle is extinguished, I'm afraid that the last person who left the candle is the guy who is related to the sword spirit, right?

Everywhere I thought, I looked at my fly-sized yellow flames, and I sincerely looked forward to it......

I hope that I will not be chosen by that little brute, otherwise my life will be bleak with such a guy running around in the dark and playing tricks on people every day......

Besides, Zhao Haipeng has vast magical powers, and he is an authentic, orthodox-trained chef of the Five Organs Temple, and I feel that it is appropriate for him to raise that ghost thing.

Of course, all of that is just my beautiful speculation and expectation, after all, the initiative is not ours, but only in the dark, ubiquitous but unknown little ghost.

In the sound of the dense footsteps of the little thing, the difficulty and pressure in my heart gradually increased, and the more "it" delayed in making a decision, the more nervous and anxious I became.

For a while, all kinds of negative emotions came to me, fear, anxiety, embarrassment, upset and even helplessness...... Suddenly, there was a feeling of collapse.

At that moment, the footsteps stopped abruptly again, and then I felt a silky wind coming from my ears, followed by ...... The candle before me was extinguished.

The candle extinguished the fire, and only the little light of the wick remained, consuming the last bit of wax on the bamboo grass.

I looked at the ashes that were gradually burning in front of me, and then at Zhao Haipeng's fireflies that were still the size of mung beans, and the pressure in my heart suddenly lost.

Let...... Me?

Fortunately, this ghost didn't choose me, otherwise I would have been offering a haunted kitchen knife every day, wouldn't I have bought a piece of tofu and died?

Besides, I'm not a cook, so what's the use of a kitchen knife?

Therefore, in an unusually comfortable mood, I hurriedly bowed my hand to Zhao Haipeng and smiled: "Congratulations to Brother Zhao for winning the treasure sword!"

Listening to my words, Zhao Haipeng opened his mouth softly, and was about to say something, but at this time, the sound of "cluck, cluck, cluck" started again.

Accompanied by the sound, there was a rush of footsteps, and the direction of the sound was clear, it came from behind Zhao Haipeng and went straight to Zhao's chair.

"Knock knock ......"

The footsteps behind Zhao suddenly stopped at a very close distance from Zhao, and then all of us felt a gust of wind coming from Zhao's back.

The wind was not strong, but it blew very suddenly, and I couldn't open my eyes a little, and at the same time, the fire candle in front of Zhao Haipeng was only the size of Douxing...... It also went out with a "bang".

After the four candles were extinguished, the scene was almost completely black, and no one seemed to have expected such an outcome, so everyone sat in their chairs, and no one moved.

This...... What do you mean?

Surprised, my eyes gradually saw the vague outlines of the various furnishings in the hotel as they adjusted to the sudden darkness.

Except for the four of us, there was no black or white humanoid shadow.

I looked at the empty but very familiar restaurant after the candle was extinguished, and suddenly I felt like someone had been pulled back to reality from the void.

After regaining my sanity, I immediately raised my head and asked Zhao Haipeng opposite, "What the ...... is this?"

"Shut up! Look at the table. Zhao Haipeng said to me in a hurried voice, and those words could not be refuted.

Searching for instructions, I lowered my head and stared at the gray table.

To be honest, it was boring, and although at first I couldn't see the items on the table because of the darkness and fog, but after a while, I combined my memory and found the shape of the compass and the four magic discs in my head.

After corresponding one by one, I recognized the big leaf green, the small pepper, the black tofu cube, the white radish in front of me, and ...... A hand?

Why is it on the table...... Will there be a hand?

In the darkness after acclimatization, I confidently saw very clearly, a hand stretched out from under the table we were sitting on for no reason, the hand was very white, like flour after three take-offs, and the hand was also very fleshy, like a lotus root that had just come out of the water.

Small pink hands, pale and scary.

Leng Che ...... A chill from the dining table invaded me.

The small, white, fleshy, misshapen hand...... It didn't belong to any of us, and looking at the little worm-like hand, I admit I was scared. But what I'm afraid of is not the hand itself, but the "master" of the hand under the table.

A hand grows so weirdly and eeriely, then it hides its owner under the table...... I dare to think about it!

At this point, the hand began to move.

The creepy little hands groped for it, and suddenly "walked" in front of me, stopping on my plate of long, white turnips, symbolizing the West.

I held my breath and stared, it moved mechanically.

Pause, reach out, clench, disappear...... Everything is like a puppet with a string, and it is like a silent drama.

When the radish in the dish in that hand quietly disappeared, another series of "clucking" sounds passed farther and farther behind me.

After the sound disappeared completely, the candle in front of me, which had only been left with the remnants of the lamp grass, grew brighter and brighter again, and finally with a "bang", it reverted to a long, bifurcated tongue of fire.

The table lit up again.