Zhao Hao caught up with Fu Jiao this time, and was scolded several times by King Guangping.

But he didn't listen.

He's afraid!

Afraid of the water ghost of Cuiwei Lake, afraid of the inexplicable yin peach blossom, only with Fu Jiao, the aunt and grandmother with great powers, can he be sure.

Zhao Hao was holding the soft quilt and was about to sleep beautifully, when he suddenly felt the biting cold of the air around him.

"It's almost autumn, and I need to add some clothes tomorrow."

Zhao Hao muttered.

The night was late.

The candles in the room were not extinguished, and the wind from nowhere blew them swaying. The shadow of the bed tent was reflected on the wall, hazy and treacherous.

Zhao Hao's heart was furious, and he silently retracted his exposed feet into the quilt and wrapped himself into a silkworm chrysalis.

You can't scare yourself.

Fu Jiao is in the room next to him, with her, how can there be any ghosts!

Thinking of this, Zhao Hao breathed a long sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, before he could finish his breath, a low opera sound suddenly came from the room, as if floating from the window, and it seemed to be chanting underground: "The Han soldiers have skimmed the ground, and the Quartet is singing." The king is exhausted, and the concubine is not alive. ”

"How can a cheap concubine talk about ...... life"

"He Liaosheng ......"

The last three words were almost close to Zhao Hao's ears, and the cold and cold breath made Zhao Hao's blood coagulate, and he sat up from the bed with a "free" start!

He turned his head in disbelief, touching the tip of his nose against the tip of his nose on the pale face.

The female ghost brushed away her long wet hair, her bloodshot eyes turned slightly, and the corners of her mouth, which were split to the base of her ears, hooked up, and gurgled blood.

Zhao Hao opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word in his throat.

He was full of fear, and his whole body seemed to fall into an ice cave, and his brain was a mess of paste. It was the most terrifying time of his life, and every moment of time passed like a hammer striking on his heart, slow and tormenting.

This is a more terrifying feeling than facing the water ghost Xiaofu.

He knew that if the female ghost in front of him hooked his fingers slightly, his soul and body would be torn apart by her.

However, there was no pain as expected.

Zhao Hao saw a trace of pain in the female ghost's terrifying expression, and the female ghost gently leaned her head into his chest, and said complainingly: "Song Lang, you let the concubine body, it is so hard to find...... It's so bitter......"

"Song Lang, do you know how I have lived in the past five hundred years?"

"Song Lang, Song Lang."

Zhao Hao finally regained a little bit of sanity, he swallowed his saliva, and wanted to cry without tears: "Five hundred years? Did you recognize the wrong person? ”

Yan Ji lost her mind.

She murmured, "You are him, and you are not him." You have long forgotten the vow of five hundred years, don't drink Meng Po soup, but the ...... of the bridge From beginning to end, I was alone. ”

Yan Ji's gloomy and hoarse voice carried endless sorrow, she climbed up Zhao Hao's stiff neck, and her bloody lips roamed the side of his face, "Song Lang, I really miss you." Zhao Hao had never been so intimate with a woman, he was at a loss, the face of the female ghost in his arms suddenly became hideous, and his voice became manic and sharp, "I want to kill you!" Eat your meat! Drink your blood! Let you never enter reincarnation, and taste the suffering I have suffered for 500 years! ”

The wind howls in the house.

"Those who are unlucky! Take your life! ”

Yan Ji's long hair was flying, her stiff face was torn apart, blood was splattering, she opened her mouth to reveal a mouthful of sharp teeth, and her red ghost claws grabbed at Zhao Hao.

At this moment, Zhao Hao, who was afraid of death, finally raised his head and shouted: "Grandma-"

As soon as the words fell, a golden light in the crack of the window blocked Yan Ji's claws like lightning, and there was a crisp sound of "ding", and the sharp long armor of the ten fingers was cut off by the golden light brush.

Zhao Hao fell off the bed with a lot of urine, and when he looked closely, he saw that the golden light was a thin silk talisman.

After a while, the woman's delicate voice came from outside the door: "Ghost minion, don't take an inch." ”

"This Song Lang is not another Song Lang."

"I let you be a ghost minion, not for you to cause me trouble."

Fu Jiao did this to collect merit.

She told Yan Ji that Song Lang's reincarnation was Zhao Hao, which was the "cause"; If Zhao Hao is killed by Yan Ji, the "fruit" of the sin will have to be borne by her Fu Jiao.

Yan Ji understood what she meant.

She is a ghost, a powerful ghost who is obsessed with hard to dispel, and she can't hold back the pent-up anger in her heart when she sees the reincarnated Song Lang.

The room was full of gloomy and ghostly atmosphere.

Fu Jiao swept Yan Ji, but she also understood the art of vertical and horizontal shutting, and gave her a slap and a sweet date: "I know that your obsession is to be martyred with Song Lang, and I feel that he has been disappointed for five hundred years." But what you did just now is not 'martyrdom', it is 'murder', and you will suffer from going to the underworld. ”

"If you want to get what you want and avoid the interrogation of ghosts, there is actually a way."

"If he-" Fu Jiao pointed to Zhao Hao who was stupid next to him, "he is willing to take the initiative to martyr you, and all this will be solved." ”

Yan Ji's heart moved slightly.

In this way, 500 years of obsession can be dissolved.

She didn't have pupil eyeballs, and looked at Zhao Hao in a daze.

Zhao Hao's cold hair stood on end, jumped up and hid behind Fu Jiao: "Nerves? Let me be martyred with a female ghost? This son is not crazy again! He stabbed Fu Jiao with his elbow, "Quick! Grandma, give me something to save my life! I'm scared of her! ”

Fu Jiao spread her hands towards Yan Ji.

"It seems that he is not willing to die with you now."

As she spoke, she handed the talisman she had prepared in advance to Zhao Hao. Zhao Hao was relieved, and thanked Fu Jiao again, completely unaware that Yan Ji was brought by Fu Jiao.

Yan Ji knew that her goal could not be achieved.

The black yin qi around him receded like a tide, fading away from the violence and ferocity.

She was dressed in a floor-length red dress, gently brushed her waist-length hair back to the back of her head, raised her snow-clean face, and showed her delicate and beautiful face for the first time.

I still remember that Song Lang was full of economy and exported, and he was deeply appreciated by King Xiang, and it was a blessing to know Song Lang as a concubine. The concubine was from a lowly background, and it was Song Lang's church that read and wrote. The first book in which Song Lang taught his concubine was "Zhuangzi". Now that I think about it, there is a sentence in "Zhuangzi" that is very appropriate here, "The truth, sincerity is also, if you are not sincere, you can't move people......" Yan Ji's eyes were gentle with inexplicable weirdness, and she hooked her lips and smiled at Zhao Hao, "Sincerity is open." Song Lang...... You will surely die with me. ”

After Yan Ji said this, she took the initiative to return to the porcelain plate.

Sure that the female ghost was not there, the frightened Zhao Hao could finally hug Fu Jiao's thighs and cry. He cried so much that he had a handful of snot and tears, Fu Jiao didn't know how to comfort him, who taught him to have a bad relationship with Yan Ji five hundred years ago?

In the end, he could only pat his dog's head to signal his peace of mind.

"Yan Ji is the ghost minion I subdued."

"You have my charm, Yan Ji can't hurt you."

"As long as you don't be stupid and martyr her, it's okay to live to ninety-nine."

Zhao Hao knelt on the ground, held his mouth, and said for the rest of his life: "Fortunately, with you, this son will never be separated from you in the future, woo woo woo woo ......"

As soon as he finished saying this, a faintly angry reprimand sounded at the door: "What are you doing if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?" ”

Fu Jiao and Zhao Hao looked at the same time, only to see Fu Rudi outside, thin lips pursed, iron blue, and his face was almost black to the bottom of the pot!