Insects chirped, no one was in the middle of the night, and dark clouds just covered the moon.

On this mountain, the night wind is cold, "whining" sound, like a ghost crying, and the old branches are facing the sky, like ghost claws, rustling in the wind.

In this night, Qin Xiaoming walked to the thatched house in the dark, "quack", and kept the night birds calling, turning his head, and watching him from the high branches. Suddenly, the tree trembled, and the night bird flew away, yes, it was Qin Xiaoming who hit the tree, but he didn't cry out in pain, rubbed his sleepy eyes, got up and continued to move forward.

He draped a blanket over his body, used it as a cloak, and rushed in the direction of the hut.

Why was he so anxious? Because! He couldn't hold it anymore, the yellow liquid had overflowed from the hole, and Lassi was coming.

Finally, the wooden fence and the dilapidated thatched thatched house appeared in front of him, and Qin Xiaoming seemed to be the last sprint before the finish line, snatching the door and sitting ...... He almost forgot to take off his kuko, but he still remembered it at the critical moment and avoided a catastrophe. He quickly took off his pants and sat down on the toilet.

Qin Xiaoming's eyes widened, not only the toilet, but also the lighting, the mirror, and the web, which directly solved Qin Xiaoming's worries about not bringing straw paper, it is not bad here, Qin Xiaoming is amazing, and at the same time, the entrance of the cave is like a flood bursting the embankment, and what gushes out is the yellow sea.

"Ahh

However, good times are always short-lived, and Qin Xiaoming is about to finish.

However, how could things be so simple, when he was about to finish, Qin Xiaoming suddenly felt a chill in his ass, obviously something was touching his private parts, he didn't care about it at first, but the feeling became more and more intense. He listened carefully and heard the sound of "chirp, chirp" coming from the toilet bowl below.

Not an illusion!

His hair stood on end, and he jumped up and looked into the toilet, but there was nothing abnormal, nothing strange to find. He couldn't help but touch his little ass, the feeling just now was so real, how could it be......

He threw the used straw paper into the toilet bowl and flushed it, and the sound of "coughing" echoed in his ears when flushing, making people in a trance, at this moment, Qin Xiaoming's body shook, and he turned his head suddenly, but there was nothing behind him, and there was no one, is it an illusion? Obviously, I felt that my ass was poked again.

Qin Xiaoming was suspicious, put on his pants, he stood in front of the mirror, and wanted to take a picture of his demeanor. After so many years, he must still be just as handsome.

“...... Hell!" Qin Xiaoming screamed like a girl, and her terrible screams echoed in the empty and deep mountains. Qin Xiaoming's eyes were about to pop out, and in the mirror it was not his handsome and dashing image, but a lewd old man, who was smiling at him!

But when he looked again, he was himself in the mirror again. "Whew-" He let out a long breath and closed his eyes to calm himself, telling himself that it was just a hallucination.

Originally, Qin Xiaoming had already calmed himself down, and when he opened his eyes, he still saw himself, but there was still a person in the mirror, standing behind him, smiling at him. It's that old man again!

"Ah——!h

Qin Xiaoming turned his head, and sure enough, there was an old man standing behind him, he turned around, cried with this face, and said timidly: "Big ~ Master, you, who are you?"

"Hey, hey~" The old man stroked his beard, "I'm your grandfather." ”

"Grandpa Bao...... Grandpa Bao, why don't you go to immortal? If you don't ascend to immortal, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, isn't it scary when you come out, when I Qin Xiaoming is so bullying, I think I can be scared of my soul, tell you, I also have a hidden profession - that is, the ghost hunting master, you - don't come over. Qin Xiaoming sprayed wildly, and involuntarily retreated backwards, but there was no way back, and his back was in front of the sink in fear.

Behind him, the unclosed faucet was dripping, and the sound of "ticking" was very quiet in the silent midnight, mixed with the sound of his own wheezing, each time it seemed to hit his heart, and he heard it very clearly, like some kind of countdown.

Grandpa Bao's ghost was translucent, gray-blue, silent for a moment, and then floated forward silently.

Qin Xiaoming seemed to be able to hear his nervous heartbeat, but he tried to calm himself down, telling himself in his heart that he couldn't sit still.

"Oh do~" Qin Xiaoming vibrated his arms, stretched his cloak, and sure enough, he had the demeanor of a master, put on a posture of a martial arts master, and shouted:

"Slack! Let the horse come over and see that my ghost hunter Qin Xiaoming has accepted you. And pretended to reach into his pocket and pull out the magic weapon.

"Hehe, I'm afraid, run away under my Qin Xiaoming's heroic power. Qin Xiaoming thought to himself, Grandpa Bao's ghost should be afraid, after all, he is too imposing, "Wowhaha!"

But Grandpa Bao didn't continue to float forward as he wished.

"If you get closer, just wait for your soul to fly away, I wanted to leave you a way to live. Qin Xiaoming put one hand in his pocket, as if he didn't want to take out the magic weapon, and wanted to leave the person who came to live. In fact, he was already empty-hearted, cold sweat flowed, his pockets were empty at all, there was nothing.

And Grandpa Bao, when he heard Qin Xiaoming say that he wanted to let his soul fly away, he seemed to finally get angry, and stretched out a ghost claw that shone with a ghostly light and slowly slapped it forward, that hand was full of skin and bones, and the cold light was shining, and Qin Xiaoming's eyelids jumped when he saw it.

The ghost claws continued to enlarge in Qin Xiaoming's eyes, and finally ......

"Ahh

And that hand finally landed on his shoulder, yes, it was just like a gentle pat, and then, Grandpa Bao looked at him and spoke, his voice was kind, completely different from the hoarse he imagined.

"Young man, calm down. ”

"Huh, calm down, I'm calm, I'm calm. Qin Xiaoming patted his small chest and looked up and down at the somewhat obscene-looking old man in front of him.

"The old man has no ill intentions. The old man smiled.

"Hmm, there is no malice?" Qin Xiaoming's eyes rolled slightly, if there was malice, he was probably gone, so he said: "Hehe, it turned out to be a misunderstanding, I don't know what the old man has to teach ~?"

"I don't dare to give advice, but I have a reluctant request. ”

"Oh, please. ”

"We crouched down and said slowly. The old man suggested.

"Yes, that's exactly what I want. ”

So Qin Xiaoming and a ghost squatted in the thatched house and communicated, which was really unprecedented.

"Xiaoming-san, do you know why I am still in this world when I am dead?"

"I don't know, why didn't the old man ascend to immortal?" Qin Xiaoming's head shook and shook.

"Because the attachment is not gone, you cannot be reborn. ”

"Well, I understand that the old man must have made great ambitions before he was born, and he has to touch more butts. ”

"Ahem, it's not, who are you listening to what nonsense, old man, I am very pure. Grandpa Bao coughed and said righteously.

"Isn't it? Then why did you touch someone just now...... I hate it~" Qin Xiaoming said shyly while holding his little ass.