The main house.

Feng Zhiwu, who had finished a busy day, was finally able to rest, took off his robe and hung on the screen, and as soon as he lifted the quilt, there was a panicked footstep outside:

"Oh no!"

"Lord Wang, it's not good!"

His expression was cold, "What's the matter again!" ”

The housekeeper ran in, panting in fright: "Backyard...... Backyard...... Mrs. Lin's house is haunted, and Mrs. Lin is already scared crazy! ”

Feng Zhijian frowned, and he could guess with his toes that eighty percent of the ghost was done by that little milk baby.

He just came back from the war, he was injured again, he was busy all day, and he was tossed twice by Si Nannan during the day, and he will go to the court tomorrow morning, how can he have so much energy to go to the backyard again.

"Let her go."

The cold sound fell, and he slammed directly on the door.

But after lying down, the screams in the backyard were thunderous:

"Ahh Help me! Help me...... Ghost...... Ahhh Help ......"

"Ahh

Screams, screams, messy footsteps rushed around, and the night when it should have been a quiet rest, the War King's Mansion seemed to have been overturned from the roof, and the screams continued for a whole hour.

He kicked off the quilt in anger and ran to the backyard, only to see that in the dim night, there were clusters of faint green light, chasing Lin Xiangwan who was running.

No matter where Lin Xiangwan runs, the green light will chase him.

She was frightened:

"Ahh Yes! Ahh ”

The screaming was heartbreaking, and the throat was broken.

Feng Zhi's eyes were half-narrowed, staring at the green light that would chase people, his eyes overflowed with a hint of interest, and when Lin Xiangwan ran past him, he raised his hand and grabbed it.

Spread out the palm, the green light floated lightly above the palm, jumping gently.

Phosphorus fire?

This thing is formed from a decomposing corpse, often in a closed coffin, colorless and odorless, green light at night, because it is particularly light, it will flutter with the direction of the wind, so it forms the 'ghost fire' that is passed down by the folk.

I didn't think that the girl had this thing in her hand.

First the wall was blown up, then the cartilage was scattered, and then the phosphorus fire, a three-and-a-half-year-old child could take out so many things.

Scold.

Interesting.

The backyard was noisy all night, and all the people who saw the 'ghost fire' were frightened and had a serious illness, and the rest of the people were panicked and frightened, and the people did not dare to go alone when they were on errands, and they were in groups of two or three.

Overnight, the entire General's Mansion was in a panic.

Following.

Feng Zhiwu has the habit of getting up early, and when he walked out of the courtyard, he saw a chubby little figure squatting on the steps, gossiping with a group of subordinates:

"Besides, this war king, his hands are stained with blood, he is brave and good at fighting, and he has killed countless enemies, but he has also accumulated a deep debt, and these tragically dead soldiers cannot be reincarnated, so they chase them to the general's mansion ......"

"Shhh

Everyone was so frightened that they hugged their arms and trembled, but they were scared and wanted to continue listening.

"And then?"

"That's right, Miss Si."

Si Nannan held up his little fleshy face, and said with a scheming expression: "Since they are people who died tragically, they naturally have to find a substitute before they can be reincarnated, as long as they kill a living person, they can be reincarnated for a ......."

"Ahhh

Suddenly, one of the maidservants at the back screamed, and everyone jumped three feet high:

"Ahh

"The prince is here!"

"What? Was the prince killed? ”

"Oh my God, did the prince come to us to ask for his life so that he could be reincarnated? I don't want to be a substitute! ”

"No, no, it's the prince who is really here!"

More than a dozen subordinates looked back, and when they saw the man who appeared coldly behind them, their panic was no less than that of a ghost......

And the initiator, Si Nannan, had already taken two short radish legs and ran away.