Looking at the little thumb with a titanium crystal ring handed out by Feng Xue, the ghost suddenly felt a little like laughing, how old is this, and still pulling the hook?

However, thinking that this was one of the few masters who could get incense over the years, the ghost still stretched out his withered fingers.

The two fingers hooked together, and the corners of Feng Xue's mouth couldn't help but curl, shaking her fingers like a child, and said:

"A liar will swallow a thousand needles!"

"I'll swallow your grandma's mouth!" The ghost scolded in his heart, but Feng Xue was sincere, and immediately took out three incense sticks from the paper bag and inserted them in front of the coffin, and lit them with the white candle from the previous hair, and then waved his hand and said:

"Eat and drink well!"

……

Saying goodbye to the coffin ghost, Feng Xue suddenly felt comfortable, humming a small tune while walking up the mountain, just walking, and there was a whimper in her ears again, but it was different from the coffin ghost who was crying before, and this time there was obviously a little bit of pleading in the whimper.

"Damn, why do you feel like you've entered a beggar's den?"

Feng Xue grinned, and suddenly there was a sense of déjà vu that after giving money to a beggar, a group of beggars all came up to ask for money, but for these goods that he didn't even show his face, he didn't have any idea of paying attention to them, and waved his hand like a fly while muttering:

"People have a coffin, you don't have anything, where do I put the incense? Where are your graves? Show me the way, and when I go to the grave, I'll give you some with you. ”

When the words fell, the cry in his ears disappeared immediately, and then, Feng Xue only felt a flower in front of him, at the street sign where the handwriting was unclear on the mountain, five white shadows dressed in white clothes who couldn't see their faces clearly, but the height was about one meter three, raised their right hands in unison, and pointed towards the mountain.

Following the direction of their fingers, Feng Xue squinted, and found that on this mountain full of dead trees, there was a clearing like psoriasis, and looking at the meaning of this group of ghosts, it should be the so-called cemetery.

"No, this route is not the same as the one I took down the mountain!"

Although the distance was a bit far, Feng Xue clearly remembered that the road when he came down was a straight up and straight down path, extending to the village on one side, and going directly to the top of the mountain at the other end, and this land was obviously on the side of the mountainside, or even the shady side.

"It is really a standard setting to build a grave on the shady side of the mountainside, so it seems that this is the so-called cemetery, so what is it on the top of the hill at the end of the road? It can't be that the fierce ghost thinks that the cemetery is not worthy of him, so he builds another grave for himself on the top of the mountain, right? ”

Feng Xue told a cold joke, but she could clearly feel that something was wrong here.

First of all, since there is a grave on the mountain, why are these five white shadows in this village, and what is the matter with that coffin ghost?

It can't be a ghost bully, right?

"The coffin ghost can speak and communicate directly, at least at the level of a resentful spirit, and the five white-clothed can only cry, at most they will show a way, it should just be a wandering spirit, and according to the previous frustrated player and the fake player, there have been several ghost-level players here, which means that at least there is a ghost here, as for the fierce god......"

Feng Xue looked up at the mountain, there was a yin and yang air rotation in his eyes, and the qi technique provided by Jiang Ziya unfolded, but he could only see a few clouds, and couldn't help but pout:

"If you dare to say that you are a fierce god with this aura, then the fierce god in this game is too worthless."

Thinking like this, Feng Xue took a step, walked up the mountain road, and came to a gentle slope, but he frowned slightly:

"It's weird, from the bottom of the mountain, it should be walking from here!"

Feng Xue, who looked around, but couldn't find a fork in the road, thought for a moment, he has also seen a lot of horror movies, at this time, either the ghost hit the wall, or simply entered the hallucination, or someone deliberately made it bad and destroyed the road.

But he had already positioned the location of the cemetery, but he did not squint, stepped on the weeds, walked through the dead wood, all the way to the direction of the cemetery.

"Feng Xue~~Feng Xue~~"

As she walked, Feng Xue's ears moved slightly, and she vaguely heard someone shouting behind her, and her expression couldn't help but be a little strange:

"Good guy, after I came to this world, the only person who knew my name was the student boy except the policeman, but this ghost knew? Mind reading? Or did it make me think I was calling myself auditory hallucinations? Normally, as soon as I turn around, I'll be caught by a ghost, right? ”

When Feng Xue thought of this, her steps were paused, but the voice in her ears was even more eager.

"I'm annoyed!"

Feng Xue turned her head suddenly, but it was dark in front of her, and what came into her eyes was a bloody mouth that almost completely covered the entire field of vision.

The roots of the teeth were sharp, like daggers, and there were barbs on the tongue, Feng Xue's face turned dark when she saw this, and then she stretched out her hand......

"Gott~"

Seeing a bunch of filth that I don't know what it was spewing out of my head and covering my face, Feng Xue immediately jumped back, and the pile of rotten flesh and filthy mucus spilled all over the ground, and two somewhat familiar heads could be faintly seen, which seemed to be players who had seen it before.

Feng Xue, who was so hanging away from these things, immediately became angry, glared and scolded:

"Damn, why did you throw up! Do you have a sense of public morality? ”

The big-headed ghost covered his throat, and when he heard Feng Xue's words, he was also annoyed, and immediately said angrily:

"I squeezed your throat and you didn't vomit? ! How did you touch Lao Tzu? ”

The big-headed ghost seemed to have suddenly reacted, and his eyes widened suddenly, but Feng Xue said strangely when he heard this:

"Fresh, if you bite into it, you can naturally bite me to death, you can bite me to death, you will naturally come into contact with me, since you can touch me, then why can't I touch you?"

"That's right!" The big-headed ghost patted his head, but Feng Xue suddenly felt a kind of suppression in IQ, and always felt that bullying this kind of retarded mind was a bit cheap, what should I do?

However, since the other party had come up to find fault, he had no intention of letting it go, so he immediately took out his pen and said softly:

"Write, Fanghua ......"

Before the words fell, the pen fairy wearing a skirt floated out of the pen, holding a book in his hand, but his face was full of disgust:

"Just scream if you need to, don't make that awkward word?"

"Isn't that following the locals?" Feng Xue spread his hands, but the big-headed ghost finally got smarter, taking advantage of Feng Xue's awkward conversation with the pen fairy, at a speed that even Feng Xue's eyesight didn't catch, flashed behind him, and a bloody mouth opened again.

However, Feng Xue stood there stubbornly, without looking back, and even the pen fairy who wanted to do it was pressed there by him.

The big-headed ghost opened his mouth, looked at the man in front of him who seemed to have turned into a stone sculpture, and said angrily:

"Why don't you turn around?"

There's a power outage, the laptop has limited power, and it's just a chapter tonight.

(End of chapter)