"A hanged man?!"

Before Jiang Chaoge could think about it, the little widow had already crossed the threshold and entered the house.

At the same time, Jiang Chaoge saw the little widow's body pass through the body of the upside-down young man Catcher, without any pause, like silky silk.

So, this time it should be really 'hell'?

It's horrible!

Jiang Chaoge instinctively wanted to withdraw from the courtyard, but thinking that he was also a ghost now, he strengthened his courage and took a deep breath.

In fact, he felt a little strange from the moment he entered Xiaoshan Village, so he decided to have a simple exchange with the ghost hunter hanging upside down on the door beam.

"Hey, brother, you're a hangman, aren't you? To introduce myself, I'm a short-lived ghost. ”

Let's start as a ghost, which may resonate.

But the ghost catcher quickly ignored him.

It's the same as when I met Liang Ping'an.

Can't communicate again? Everyone is a ghost, it doesn't make sense, huh? After Jiang Chaoge thought about it, he decided to go a little deeper: "Don't pretend, brother, I have already seen you, you will hang on the door beam!" ”

“……”

"Brother, you keep hanging like this, won't you faint?"

“……”

"Why don't we share our experience of being a ghost? Although I'm new here, I actually like the white and tender tofu. ”

“……”

No matter how Jiang Chaoge found the topic, the young man didn't look at him.

After Jiang Chaoge weighed the pros and cons, he decided to go up and 'shake it'.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Stuck on it and not coming now? Why don't I help you? ”

He walked towards the ghost catcher with a harmless face, and when he was almost five feet away from the ghost catcher, he accelerated and sprinted.

Grab the head of the ghost catcher.

Shake it vigorously!

"Brother, come down quickly!"

"Stop hanging, think of your wife who hasn't passed the door yet!"

Jiang Chaoge's movements were very big, but the ghost hunt didn't even hum, and the smile on his face was still very healing, as warm as a spring breeze.

Unconscious?

A dumbhead?

Jiang Chaoge was a little lost.

However, he seems to have found a key setting.

There is a "physical interaction" between ghosts and ghosts in this world, and when he grabs the young man's head with both hands, the touch is very real.

The main thing is the temperature!

It's not the biting cold, it's the normal body temperature.

This made him think of a lot of 'plot development' in his mind inexplicably, and even a great profession appeared - Undead Knight!

But then, he dismissed the idea.

"Stop, I'm going to take away Liang Ping'an, the profession of undead knight is obviously not suitable for me."

Since the ghost hunt was about to be unable to communicate, Jiang Chaoge was about to leave, but as soon as he took a step, he suddenly found that he was no longer in the little widow's yard.

In front of him was still a courtyard, but it was full of golden chrysanthemums.

Moreover, it is far more spacious than the little widow's yard.

There are mountains, there are waters, there are stones.

The mountain is a rockery, the water is green water, and the stone is bluestone.

In addition to this, there is also a middle-aged man with a resolute face.

The most special thing is that he actually felt that the middle-aged man in front of him was extremely familiar, so much so that he unconsciously shouted: "Father...... Father! ”

"Don't stand stupidly, pick up the knife on the ground and stab me!" The middle-aged man's tone was stern.

What is this God unfolding?

Jiang Chaoge felt that his thoughts had become a little confused.

A torrent of 'memories' seemed to be forcibly flooding into his brain.

His subjective thoughts were suppressed.

He began to involuntarily pick up the knife on the ground and stabbed at the middle-aged man.

Immediately, the knife in his hand was shot down by the middle-aged man, but he did not give up, picked up the knife again, and stabbed at the middle-aged man again.

I don't know how long it has been......

He saw his palms gradually become calloused, he saw his arms gradually thickened, and he saw the middle-aged man in front of him gradually aging.

The landscape before him was constantly changing.

The child became a teenager, the teenager grew into a young man, the young man began to bully others, looking for flowers and willows, and then, the family suddenly changed in shock, the corrupt old father was imprisoned, and the young man was exiled for thousands of miles.

However, he did not lose all hopes, but licked the county's daughter with his outstanding skills, and finally succeeded in joining the yamen, and once again lived a happy life of bullying people.

That's right, my name is Jiang Erlang.

It's a small catcher in Huai'an County!

"Little catcher? I am...... Jiang Erlang? No, I'm obviously Jiang Chaoge! It's not my memory...... This is the memory of the ghost catcher! ”

Jiang Chaoge's eyebrows swelled slightly.

The first time he experienced this kind of thing, he was still a little uncomfortable, but fortunately he thought of a famous saying: word is big, you bear with it!

And so, he woke up!

The memories go on.

He appeared in the yamen hall in Huai'an County because a scholar came to report that a fellow Xiucai had disappeared on the road, and the location was near Xiaoshan Village.

"Xiaoshan Village!"

Jiang Chaoge probably knew the reason why 'Jiang Erlang' appeared in Xiaoshan Village.

Because he was a meritorious talent and involved in the township test, the county government still attached great importance to it, so he sent Jiang Erlang over to investigate.

Jiang Erlang took the two catchers to Xiaoshan Village, and first asked the villagers, but as a result, the villagers all said that they had not seen any talents.

So, Jiang Erlang ordered, the three of them searched separately, and one of the two went to the nearby 'Land Temple', and the other went to the mountain.

And Jiang Erlang chose to kill a horse pistol, and then explore Xiaoshan Village alone after nightfall.

At the end of the picture, Jiang Erlang entered the village in the dark, and successfully climbed over the wall to sneak into the little widow's yard......

But he didn't see the little widow, but saw a bright-eyed girl in the courtyard, twelve or thirteen years old, with a serpentine birthmark on her face.

And then ......

The memory is gone.

The screen is black.

"I'm dead?"

Jiang Erlang's heart was full of unwillingness.

It's not that he didn't communicate successfully with the little widow, but there is still an important thing in his heart that has not been completed, and that is to find his sister who disappeared after the raid.

He seems to have an inexplicable attachment to this sister, and he still remembers his sister's appearance, his sister's happy smile, and the warmth of his sister when she hugged him.

As for the corrupt old father who was imprisoned, didn't he care too much?

Jiang Chaoge shook his head fiercely and shook off these distracting thoughts.

I'm Jiang Chaoge!

A five-good youth in the new era!

Then he found himself back in the little widow's yard, but the doorway was empty.

Jiang Erlang is gone!!

"Where?"

Jiang Chaoge's thinking was a little stagnant for a while, and he felt that he needed to calm down and digest it.

"I think I have the ability to read ghost memories!"

"The trigger for this ability seems to be a shake? No, it should be contact! ”

"Now there is a question, who is the girl who appears at the end of the picture?"

"Did the girl kill Jiang Erlang? But why is there no picture of the girl doing it in Jiang Erlang's memory? Although Jiang Erlang is a prodigal son, he still has strength, he has practiced swordsmanship since he was a child, and it is difficult for ordinary people to get close, if it is really a girl who kills Jiang Erlang, what method did she use? ”

The amount of information is somewhat large.

Jiang Chaoge still had too few clues now, so he decided to go into the house again to have a look.

Crossing the threshold.

He saw the little widow pouting her ass and squatting in front of an iron pot.

Inside the iron pot was a large pot of white and tender tofu, and the little widow kept grabbing the tofu in the pot with her hands and stuffing it into her mouth crazily.

She ate very quickly, very quickly, as if she would not have to eat those tofu anymore.

Moreover, every time she eats a piece of tofu, the smile on the little widow's face heals more and more, exactly the same as the smile on the face of the young man Jiang Erlang, just like the peach blossoms in full bloom in March.

……