The next day, hearing the news that the Fang Mansion was sealed, Fang Ping was not surprised.

He observed in secret, and watched the official put a seal on the door of his house, and his heart was very uncomfortable, he clenched his fists, and secretly swore that he would definitely get back everything he had lost, and let the people who framed his family pay back more.

Luonan County is not far from Luocheng, the capital of Heluo, Fang Ping walked for two days, and arrived outside Luocheng that night.

He kept a low profile all the way, and didn't dare to take out the silver ticket to exchange for money, so he could only find a place to rest first.

For two days, he had not eaten a drop of water or rice, but he did not feel hungry at all. As long as he sits cross-legged and recites scriptures and practices, Yin Yang Pei can absorb some of the breath of the outside world and replenish his body. It's just that the aura of these ordinary locations is very thin, and the efficiency of Yin Yang Pei's absorption is too low.

"Have you heard, Jiang Mansion has been haunted again recently, and the scholar surnamed Tao has recklessly gone in and scared the ghost grandmother inside......"

"I'll just say, the ghosts of this Jiang Mansion are not terrible, as long as they don't go in, they won't come out to eat people...... Compared with the official errand, it is far worse. ”

"Shhh

Listening to the conversation of the two scholars on the road, Fang Ping suddenly had an idea, and went to this Jiang Mansion to settle down.

If you don't have a ghost, you can stay overnight.

If there are ghosts, so much the better! Presumably, these haunted locations must have abundant yin energy. Fang Ping had an intuition that as long as Yin Yang Pei absorbed enough Yin Qi, it would definitely bring about a qualitative change in his body.

Thinking like this, Fang Ping inquired about the location of this Jiang Mansion and rushed straight away.

Walking into the dilapidated courtyard of Jiangfu, the barren grass is knee-long, and the dead leaves are all over the ground.

From time to time, a cold wind blows, the bamboo shadow shakes like a ghost dance, and the old crow makes a rough chirp, flickering its wings and flying, adding a bit of gloomy horror.

Fang Ping felt a little cold, but after thinking about it, it was best to have ghosts.

But no matter how terrible this mansion is, it is impossible to evil the previous ghost Taoists. Even the ghosts were almost sucked dry by him, so what were the other ghosts?

If it is a male ghost, he will be greeted directly by the fire dragon sword; If it's a female ghost...... I don't know who called for help.

"All demons and monsters are paper tigers."

Fang Ping's mind echoed with the words he had heard in his previous life, and a red current of thought swept in, and his entire person's aura changed all of a sudden.

"Materialism is the strongest weapon."

Pushing open the wooden door of a long-dusted bedroom, the smoke and dust flew in the sunset, and a faint musty smell came to my nose. As far as the eye can see, the dresser, the chaise longue, and the stepping bed are all available, and this is a woman's boudoir.

The furnishings inside are a little old, but they are surprisingly clean.

Fang Ping knew it in his heart, walked in gently, looked around, and saw no traces of living people, only a painting hanging on the wall in the shade.

On the top is a beautiful woman in a purple gown, with a slender figure, but unfortunately her head is also covered with a purple scarf, and her face cannot be seen clearly.

"Is anyone there, please......?"

"If there's no one, I'm going to spend the night."

There was silence in the room for a long time.

"Thank you!"

Fang Ping washed his face by the small pool in the courtyard, returned to the center of the house and sat down on the chaise longue, which was clean and clean, not even a little dusty.

He thought about how to rescue Ah Zheng, and after thinking about it, he was drowsy for a while, so he leaned back on the couch and took a nap.

Before you know it, it's getting late, and the moon is on the willows.

A gust of evening wind blew, and the wooden door creaked open.

Fang Ping heard a sound of soft footsteps, his eyes opened a slit, and he saw a maid dressed in red and green walking across the threshold, silently putting the burden wrapped in clothes on the chair, and placing the dressing mirror case and dressing box on the desk in the same way, and then left.

"If there is really a weird ......" Fang Ping secretly said in his heart, since this female ghost turned a blind eye to him, then he would not be silent and see what kind of tricks the other party played.

After a while, I saw a slender figure walking out from behind the screen, and the purple dress was very eye-catching......

She opened the dressing box and mirror case, slowly combed her makeup in front of the mirror, combed her hair in a bun for a while, inserted a hairpin for a while, and carefully looked at her figure in front of and back in the mirror.

Fang Ping pretended to be asleep, not daring to move his body easily, and from his point of view, he could only see her beautiful back, not his eyebrows.

After a while, the maid came again, and brought a basin of water for the purple-clothed ghost lady to clean her face.

After washing, the maid took the hand towel again, and when she was done wiping it, she took the washing water away.

At this time, the purple-clothed ghost covered her face with a purple scarf again, got up to untie the burden, and took out the shawl inside, which was all newly sewn and directly draped on her body. He also covered his clothes, lifted his collar, and tied it very thoughtfully, as if he was going to dress up and go out.

She completely ignored Fang Ping, and Fang Ping naturally didn't move the enemy.

After she finished dressing up, she took out a long strap and hung it on the sorghum and pulled a button.

Fang Ping couldn't help but be surprised.

Then I saw her standing calmly on the embroidery stool, lifting her two heels, stretching her neck and putting it in the button......

"Bang dang" kicked over the embroidery stool, and hung himself on the rope.

Is this going to hang people?

Fang Ping already had a plan in his heart, and said secretly: This female ghost's scary methods are not very clever! I'll let you hang there, I'll pretend not to see it, sleep on my big sleep, and see if you're embarrassed.

After a while, the purple-clothed female ghost hanging in mid-air deliberately turned around, and seeing that Fang Ping still ignored her, she let out a gloomy and low ghost cry of "Woo Uh" again.

Fang Ping didn't get up, and the female ghost kept screaming like this.

"It's not a way to stalemate like this, it's better to get up and meet this female ghost for a while!"

Fang Ping opened his eyes and stood up, the Fire Dragon Sword hidden in his sleeve ready to attack...... If he really can't, he can still use his teeth and mouth...... Absorb the other party's yin qi, just like dealing with ghost people.

After making sufficient preparations, Fang Ping slowly approached the hanged female ghost.

A faint fragrance...... Fang Ping shook his head slightly, secretly warning himself that this might be the ecstasy incense of a female ghost, and he must not think about it.

He stretched out his finger and poked the female ghost's feet......

A gust of wind blew, and the female ghost in purple spun violently, and the hijab of the purple scarf was also lifted.

The cape was disheveled, his face was pale, the eyes under the two raised eyebrows were protruding, and the blood-red tongue was more than two inches long outside the mouth......

"Uh...... I died a terrible death! ”

Fang Ping took two steps back, patted his chest and said, "I'll go, scare me a lot." ”

But his appearance is not as frightened as the female ghost imagined.

According to past experience, the people who have been scared by her before have the lightest ass to urine, where is there such a breezy breeze? This man said that he was afraid, but how could he look scared?

This time it really stumped the female ghost, she hasn't been a ghost for too long, and she hasn't had much contact with the living, so she doesn't know what to do next for a while!

"Uh...... I died a terrible death! ”

The female ghost repeated the cry again.

"Well, it's miserable." Fang Ping felt a little sympathetic to her.

Sure enough, as long as you're not afraid of ghosts, then it's embarrassing to be ghosts.

At this time, he suddenly remembered a movie he had watched in his previous life, in which there was a Kunlun slave with two small mustaches, and when he met a scary female ghost who came to the door, he directly slapped him...... Because in his belief, there are no ghosts at all, so he is not afraid of ghosts.

That seems like a good train of thought.

Just thinking about it, another gust of wind blew, and when Fang Ping looked up again, only the empty belt was left, and the female ghost actually said goodbye!

"Alas! It's a long night! ”

Fang Ping suddenly felt that this female ghost was quite funny, and looked at the wall, the painting hanging on it was indeed only a background left, and the woman in purple inside must be the female ghost just now.

"Miss Ghost, aren't you coming back?"

"If I don't come, I'll be really sleepy!"

Fang Ping shouted twice outside, and when he saw that no one responded, he lay down on the chaise longue and began to count the stars, waiting for the female ghost to come back and continue to scare herself.

It was already midnight, and he was really sleepy, and Fang Ping's eyelids slowly closed.