When Gu Bai was upstairs as Mr. Thirteen, the study house was not quiet.

When night falls, the study room is darkened, and only the windows let in a faint light.

Compared with the façade, the space in the library is quite deep, and the left and right sides are full of bookshelves with many books.

There is also a row of tables in front of the bookshelves, on which many books are piled up.

Some are opened, some are covered, and some are standing, and they are in a mess.

These books were not sorted out by Gu Bai.

On the right side of the study room, there is a vacant piece in the middle, with a table, a mat, and a row of pen holders.

It was quiet inside the book room until it was broken by the sound of rustling outside the door.

An old man with only three hairs on his head, wearing a shroud, passed through the door and entered the study house.

He looked around and saw that the book house was very clean, and nodded with satisfaction.

He floated forward, bowed as he passed the statues of the land lord and the land goddess, and finally walked to the messy table.

He lowered his head and wanted to read a book, but found that the book he was about to read was closed, and he couldn't help frowning.

"Whew, whew. ”

He leaned down and blew hard.

I don't know if his efforts worked, or if there was a gust of wind in the backyard of the bookstore, and the pages were turned open anyway.

The old man was very satisfied, although he had seen this one, but he learned from the past, and he didn't mind looking at it one hundred and eighty-three times.

In other words, whoever is so lacking in virtue has pressed this book like this, but whenever the wind blows, it will be on this page.

He turned his head to look at the backyard.

Gu Bai forgot to close the door of the backyard when he left, at this time, the moonlight in the patio was like water, and the well was especially bright.

The old man also saw incense sticking to the well, flickering and dimming, offering some chickens, ducks, and fish.

He swallowed.

I wanted to taste it, and I thought that spiritual food was important, so I retreated and looked down at the book.

I don't know how long it took to be next to the well platform.

The old man turned his head and saw a ghost who looked like a scholar crawling out of the well with difficulty, and was about to taste the food next to the well.

They looked at each other and saw each other.

"Ahem. ”

The old man was a little embarrassed.

"What, I, I'll read the book for a while. ”

The scholar was stunned.

"Reading is a good habit, my son once said, reading books like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night, I was very fond of reading back then. ”

The old man looked at him puzzled, wanting to ask him what kind of book he was reading.

"Hurry up, if you don't eat, we'll eat. "Someone in the well urged the scholars.

The scholar lowered his head, "Why? ”

"Phew, we just figured it out, we fell for you stinky scholar. The ghost below shouted.

Just now, the group of ghosts rock-paper-scissors, and in the end, the scholar lost.

But he proposes that whoever loses will go up and eat the offerings.

The reason is also very simple, when the ghost is already very unlucky, rock-paper-scissors has lost, that is, mildew on mildew.

In this case, in line with the sympathy of all ghosts, of course, the unlucky ghosts have to eat first.

A group of water ghosts stayed in the water for a long time, and their brains inevitably entered the water, and they were really persuaded by him for a while.

They are only now reacting.

"Go, there is no turning back arrow when you open the bow, and good horses don't eat dog tail grass. ”

The scholar rolled his eyes at the water ghosts in the well, then poked his head out of the edge of the well and took a deep breath toward the offerings.

When he arrived, the aroma of the offerings wafted to him.

The scholar groaned, he hadn't smelled the smoke for a long time.

The old man swallowed again and continued to read.

The book room fell silent again, but soon there was another sound of rustling at the door.

The two ghosts turned their heads.

Seeing the door lock ringing slightly, a thin man with bamboo poles, sharp-eared monkey gills, and a few taels of flesh with a few bones and a few taels of flesh tiptoed through the door and walked in.

As he entered, the light from the street poured in, leaving his shadow behind.

It's a person.

When the man came in, he carefully closed the door, listened attentively, and when he saw that there was only the sound of the wind in the house, he was relieved.

"It looks like people aren't at home. ”

The man relaxed and began to talk to himself.

He didn't see the scholar or the old man—they were ghosts, and mortals couldn't see them.

"Now these people, it's so strange, that they actually buy a man's underwear at a high price, what kind of world is this. ”

The man said, searching around.

"If it weren't for the high price, which made my old Liang excited, I would have changed into my clothes a long time ago. ”

Muttering, he searched the underneath.

I didn't find what I was looking for, but at the door of the backyard, I saw what I wanted to eat.

"No, no, my father said, you have to be single-minded in doing things, you can't be half-hearted, it's important to do the right thing first. ”

He forced himself to withdraw his gaze and stumbled upstairs.

It was quiet again below, until the old beam went downstairs again.

By this time, he already had an extra roll of clothes in his hand.

"Ha, this time it was posted. He was quite proud.

After getting down to business, he doesn't have to be afraid of half-heartedness.

Lao Liang walked straight to the well platform, took a chicken leg, served a glass of poured wine, and sat on the edge of the well.

The scholar ghost was inhaling when he suddenly saw a darkness overhead, and then a butt sat on his head.

"Ah, your uncle!" shouted the scholar.

Zi'er!

Lao Liang drank a glass of wine.

"Huh. Wine. ”

Lao Liang was quite amazing.

He never imagined that this wine dedicated to the god of the well would use such good wine.

"What a quirky person. ”

Lao Liang nibbled on the chicken legs, and by the way, he lifted the clothes in his hand and looked at it in the moonlight.

"It's not remarkable, why do people ask for it at a high price?" he wondered, and sniffed it close to his nose.

The smell of soaphorn is nothing unusual.

Lao Liang couldn't figure it out, so he simply didn't want to.

He crossed his legs, "Forget it, there's money to be made anyway, it doesn't matter why he wants this." ”

Lao Liang raised his head and drank another glass of wine.

"Hey, why is my head a little dizzy, hey, I..."

Poof!

The well splashed.

The old man who was reading the book was awakened, and hurriedly drifted to the well platform, and when he looked at it, he saw that the person who had just picked the lock and entered the door was lying on the wall of the well at the moment.

"Damn it, shit. ”

At this moment, Lao Liang's face was pale and sweating.

As an expert in sliding door lockpicking, Lao Liang boasts that his light skills are not bad.

But at this moment, no matter how he uses the gecko skill, he can't go up.

Instead, there was a force that dragged him by the legs and pulled him down desperately.

He gritted his teeth and used all the strength to feed, so that he was firmly attached to the wall of the well and was not pulled into the water.

"Uncle and sister-in-law, uncle and grandfather, spare me. Lao Liang begged for mercy.

No one paid any attention to him.

"Brothers, work hard. ”

The scholar ghost hung on Lao Liang's neck, beckoning the ghosts who were pulling Lao Liang's legs below.

"Only brothers?"

A group of female water ghosts instantly spread their hands, "You are sexist." ”

Lao Liang was exerting his strength, and the female water ghost let go, and he "swished" to drill up, and was almost flashed into the well by himself.

"I was wrong, friends and sisters. ”

The scholar ghost bowed his hand to the female ghosts, "Ladies and gentlemen, you must help me take revenge." ”

"Don't worry, the clothes he stole are ours!"

The female water ghosts got started again, extra hard.

Lao Liang was shocked at this moment, just stabilized his body, and was caught off guard and pulled down again.

It wasn't until it was almost to the surface of the water that he stabilized himself again.

Seeing that Lao Liang was about to die, the old man who read the book pleaded for him, "Everyone, do a good deed every day, accumulate good deeds, let him go." ”

"That won't work. ”

The scholar didn't give up, "He sat on my head just now." ”

"He does not see you, but he has no heart, and he who does not know is not guilty. The old man continued to persuade.

"Oh, old man, don't you know that Zi once said, people don't know and are not ashamed, not gentlemen?"

The scholar despised the old man for not reading much.

"Uh, this..."

The old man suspected that he had read a fake book.