"Ugh." Qing Xuan sat up from the bed, "It's time for the annual KPI again." ”

For most of the past six months, he has been wandering around every day, and he has collected those ghosts, and he can't even write a single page.

Today, the prefecture held a meeting, and he was also singled out for criticism.

Qing Xuan was funny when he thought about that scene, but when he thought of another thing, he couldn't laugh anymore, "This number of ghost hunts is related to my ascension to the gods, if the number of ghost hunts this year is not up to standard, it may be ......"

"What could be?"

"Maybe Hades will continue to keep me in the underworld and release me in a few hundred years."

Then he ascended to the gods, and it was a few hundred years later......

Crispy listened to him say a lot, and understood it simply and directly.

She sat face to face with Qing Xuan cross-legged and hit the nail on the head, "Is that as long as you catch enough ghosts, you can become an immortal?" ”

OMG！

She's about to have fairy friends!

Crispy slapped the bed excitedly, and Qing Xuan's eyes lit up a few degrees, like a laser sword.

(p≧w≦q)

"Yes, but how can there be so many ghosts for us to catch ......"

The ghost knows that being caught by them is a dead end, and he hides tightly.

"We don't encounter many ghosts, but there is one place where there are bound to be a lot of ghosts."

The two looked at each other and spat out two words in unison, "Cemetery." ”

"Good! In that case, we can go to the ghosts tomorrow. Crispy patted the bed excitedly, "You're about to become a little fairy!"

"Clever ghosts!" Qing Xuan also smiled.

"What kind of immortal will you become?"

Crispy held his chin and looked at Qing Xuan, and began to use his rich imagination again.

"Isn't it Marshal Tianpeng?"

The one who runs after Fairy Chang'e all day long on TV?

Qing Xuan rolled his eyes angrily, "Marshal Tianpeng is in your world, and he is Zhu Bajie." ”

her!

I can't hope for him to be better.

Crispy scratched her head, "Hehe." ”

……

Sitting at the small desk and reading the book for a while, Crispy couldn't help but raise her head and pat Qing Xuan, "Why don't we catch it now!" ”

It's night, and the yin is heavy.

There are bound to be a lot of ghosts in the cemetery!

Crispy shook off his rune paper.

With so many runes, it should be able to collect a lot of ghosts, so that Qingxuan can become a god.

"Nope." Qing Xuan stopped her from thinking of an idea, "You can't run a few steps out of the room now, and you have to be carried back by your uncle." ”

Well......

It still makes sense to think about it.

Crispy sat down again, "Okay." ”

That will have to wait for tomorrow to carry out their ascension to God's plan.

￣へ￣

The next day was Saturday.

Crispy got up from bed at six o'clock in the morning, turned off the small alarm clock, obediently washed and changed his clothes, and went downstairs with a small schoolbag.

Old Man Ling had just finished exercising in the morning, and when he saw Crispy, he was full of energy, "Crispy, come to Grandpa!" ”

"Grandpa~"

Crispy happily threw herself into the old man's arms.

"That's good."

The old man rubbed her face, "Why are you going to get up so early today?" ”

"Crispy is going to do a friend a favor."

"Then can you tell my grandfather what he is doing?" Old Man Ling looked outside, "Let's see if Grandpa can help you too." ”

"Grandpa can't."

It's dangerous.

It's enough to have her alone!

Crispy curled up in the old man's arms and told him, "Crispy is going to hunt ghosts."

Old man: ......???

Is it because he can't keep up with the thoughts of a child?

He's been taking some classes to communicate with children lately.

Why do you feel that you can't understand Crispy Crisp more and more?

The old man struggled to adapt to the rhythm of the crispy, "The crispy is to ...... Going to a haunted house? ”

Haunted houses?

There are many ghosts in the cemetery, and it can indeed be said to be a haunted house.

Crispy raised his hand and touched his chin, "Yes! Grandpa, Crispy is leaving! ”

The sooner you go, the more you catch.

The sooner you complete the task, you'll be able to sleep at home!

Crispy is full of power.

The old man couldn't stop this little bull, so he could only let go and put her down, "Pay attention to safety in that crispy, and call grandpa if there is any problem that can't be solved, okay?" ”

"Good!"

After answering this sound, the little figure had already run away.

The imagination is beautiful, and the reality is skinny.

Crispy stood alone in the empty cemetery with a small schoolbag on her back.

She looked left and right, and was at a loss, "Qingxuan, this seems to be a little different from what we imagined......"

The scene imagined by Crispy is to come to the cemetery, with a ghost in his left hand and a soul in his right hand, complete the KPI, and let Qingxuan fly to the gods!

Can ...... now What about ghosts?

Crispy and Qingxuan circled around the cemetery.

Not to mention ghosts, not even a bird has ever appeared.

Crispy took out a small handkerchief to wipe the sweat off her face.

Qing Xuan immediately said, "Rest for a while." ”

Crispy obediently sat down in front of the stone pier next to the cemetery, "It's not normal. ”

"Normal."

Qing Xuan had already expected this question.

He's not the only one rushing for KPIs.

What they can think of, others can surely think of.

The ghosts who dare to emerge in the cemetery now are not afraid of death.

Qing Xuan glanced at the empty cemetery and summarized lightly, "Unless you have a problem with your brain, or you are tired of being crooked, you will wander here." ”

"Hmm......"

Crispy scratched her head in annoyance, "I should have caught more ghosts before I knew it." ”

Qing Xuan reassured her, "It's okay. ”

It's a big deal to stay a few hundred years longer.

He's been there for so many years anyway.

In the past few hundred years, there was no crispy crisp to accompany him, but now that there is crispy pastry, Qingxuan thinks it is quite interesting.

Crispy propped his chin and let out a long sigh.

Suddenly, her gaze fell on a rose that had been blown by the wind not far away.

The rose was about to wither, and the stump fell to the ground.

Crispy jumped down from her chair, trotted to the cemetery, gently picked up the rose, and planted it in front of the grave.

"It's so warm......"

Her attention was drawn to the black-and-white photograph of the woman on the tombstone.

The woman's hair was all combed behind her ears, her high ponytail was tied up, and there was a faint smile on her face.

The photograph is a little yellowed, but the outline is very intact, as if it has been treasured for many years.

As soon as she looked away from the photo, she was attracted by the ghost that suddenly appeared next to her.

In front of him was a tall male ghost, who was quietly looking at Crispy.

After a long time, he whispered, "Thank you." ”

"You...... Are you a ghost?! Crispy raised her hand in shock.

There are really ghosts who are not afraid of death!

Li Quan looked at Crispy, pointed at himself again, and raised his eyes in surprise, "Can you see me?" ”

"That's right."

When Qing Xuan saw him, he floated over from not far away, and a smile hooked up on the corner of his red lips, "There are really ghosts sent to the door." ”

Li Quan felt the powerful momentum on his body and retreated again and again.

Qing Xuan took a series of reactions into his eyes and approached him step by step.

Seeing that his palms had gathered mana, Su Su hurriedly stepped forward, "Qing Xuan, wait a minute!" ”

(End of chapter)