When the ghost mother returned to the flower room, she suddenly felt that something was wrong, but there was no obvious change in the room, and she couldn't tell what was wrong, so she had to stand behind the door and look around the room.

Soon, she realized that something was wrong. The first was that the phoenix on the birdshelf was so sleepy that she didn't even notice that she had entered, and second, a wooden box on the bookcase, which had been covered, had been opened.

The ghost mother was slightly stunned and walked quickly to the bookcase. But when he saw that the wooden box was empty, he squinted his eyes and said to himself: "What a good one to take advantage of the void and turn the tiger away from the mountain!"

"I've lost my umbrella. As soon as her words landed, Xiao Shizhu's voice came from behind her. The anger that was still lingering on the ghost mother's face instantly turned into surprise and joy, intertwined between his eyebrows.

She didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly turned around to look at the door, but when she saw that Xiao Shizhu was indeed back, she stood behind the door; the next second, the ghost mother's hand trembled slightly, and Xiao Shizhu closed the door and walked towards her with a smile.

The smile written on his face was immediately reflected in the eyes of the ghost mother, causing the corner of the ghost mother's mouth to immediately rise in a beautiful arc, and her cheeks overflowed with satisfied pleasure.

"Why are you back?" After watching Xiao Shizhu stand still in front of him and look down at himself, a trace of worry suddenly flashed in the ghost mother's eyes, and she asked urgently: "Are you injured after the battle?"

"I wasn't hurt after the fight, but you must have lost your umbrella. Xiao Shizhu took out the secret letter without hurry, shook it at her, looked at the ghost mother who smiled like a flower when she saw her, and her sharp eyes were as sharp as she could perceive everything, and after sweeping it on her face, she said indifferently: "But seeing that your eyebrows are full of calmness, the one who lost it must be a fake umbrella." ”。

The ghost mother smiled without saying a word, raised her hand around his waist, buried her head in his chest, and whispered softly, "It's good to come back." ”。

"It's true that I lost my umbrella. After a long time, the ghost mother grinned and asked softly, "But why are you so sure that you have lost a fake?"

"You're not stupid, if you're stupid, can I take a fancy to you from the flowers?" Xiao Shizhu put away the secret letter, raised his hand and stroked her long black and shiny green hair, and said slowly: "Lin Cong's secret letter was passed to you first, you must have read it, and you have already taken precautions. ”。

"Wanhuacong, who else do you have a crush on?" The ghost mother was slightly angry, glanced at him, and without waiting for Xiao Shizhu to speak, she grinned again, and said, "I know that I can't hide anything from you." ”。

After finishing speaking, he put away his smile, looked up at Xiao Shizhu's delicate cheeks, frowned and said suspiciously: "But I did kill Bodhi that night? The more she spoke, her voice became quieter, her face became more solemn, and there was a trace of worry in the depths of her eyes.

"There's no hurry. Xiao Shizhu stroked her back, took her hand and walked to the bed in the corner, and said softly, "Let's talk slowly." ”。

A faint fragrance slowly overflowed from the hollows of the incense sticks hanging on the shelves on both sides of the bed, soothing the ghost mother, who was a little impatient, and the two ghosts sat down on the bed, holding each other's hands and looking at each other. The faint green smoke floated in front of their eyes, and it didn't move away.

Her slender ten fingers were grasped by Xiao Shizhu's wide hand, which made her feel much more at ease.

After staring at each other for a long time, the ghost mother slowly spoke and told Xiao Shizhu everything. It turned out that after she received the secret letter and looked at it, she suddenly felt that the situation was serious and could not be ignored, so she hurriedly asked people to pass the letter to Xiao Shizhu, and at the same time, she also hid the real umbrella. What I carry with me every day is the fake umbrella that I used to deceive Bodhi.

There was no accident for a few days, and tonight she felt too tired to review the recital, and wanted to go out for a walk and enjoy the epiphany. But he never thought that he saw a sneaky black shadow flashing in the Juexiang Garden.

When she returned to the flower room after tracking down the black shadow to no avail, the fake umbrella was really lost.

Xiao Shizhu listened patiently, raised his hand and touched the ghost mother's little brain, and said with a smile: "Smart, where are you hiding the real umbrella?"

The ghost mother smiled without saying a word, reached out and twisted the crescent moon ring sun relief in the middle of the screen at the back of the couch, and then a dark grid popped out on the solid pedal next to the bed. The dark compartment was no more than a foot long and no more than two inches wide, and the real Soul Addict Umbrella was lying quietly in it.

"Awesome, my wife. Xiao Shizhu looked at it, and immediately gave her a thumbs up in surprise, and was amazed.

"This is what Lai Yueqi asked her to do for me quietly before leaving, and now only you know me and she knows. So saying, she turned the relief in the opposite direction, and the dark grid retracted again, and the whole pedal was restored to its original state, and there was no clue to it.

"The other party took away the fake umbrella, which means that the other party is not Bodhi, after all, Bodhi knows how to distinguish between real and fake umbrellas that night, and he should not make the same mistake again. After thinking for a while, the ghost mother got out of bed and walked to the low case on the left side of the bookcase, knelt on the futon on the ground, and began to make tea for Xiao Shizhu with the tea set on the desk, and continued to say: "But the other party is not Bodhi, who can it be?"

Since Xiao Shizhu married her, there has been a problem that as long as she is in the palace, she only drinks the tea she makes, so the ghost mother did not call the maid, but went into battle to make tea for Xiao Shizhu in person.

"Well, it's possible for anyone, but judging from the fact that he knew it was a fake umbrella and took it away, Bodhi is dead; A trace of excitement flashed in Xiao Shizhu's eyes, and he said: "And after discovering that you noticed the other party, you were able to hide it immediately, which means that you are a ghost who is familiar with the terrain of the inner and outer courtyards of the palace and can come and go freely." ”。

"That may not be a master, the secret agents of all forces in the underworld will almost always hide their ghostly energy. She opened the lid of the pot, glanced at the water in the pot and began to boil, and slowly became like a wave, then closed the lid again, and said slowly: "But familiar with the palace, it's true." ”。

"So Aoki is a substitute for the dead. Xiao Shizhu smacked his tongue and said excitedly: "I'll solve this problem, it's getting more and more interesting to play with Mo Zhai." ”。

As he spoke, the water was completely boiled, and after the ghost mother had brewed tea for him, she extinguished the fire in the small stove where the water was boiling, and walked back to the bed with the fragrant tea.

"You, you always like to get along with Mo Zhai. The ghost mother laughed and sat down beside him.

"It's not that I can't get along with him. Xiao Shizhu took the teacup, scraped the tea powder slowly with the lid of the cup, sniffed the fragrance of the tea, took a deep breath with an intoxicated face, and said: "I can't either, the underworld is the weak, either I am a fish or a knife." That's why I chose to make a knife fight. ”。 After speaking, he blew the hot air in the cup.

"Good tea. After Xiao Shizhu took a sip of fragrant tea, he suddenly asked abruptly: "Can the artifact really unseal the Yellow Spring?" Although he believed that the ghost mother would not hide anything from him purposefully, he still habitually resorted to deception, avoiding the legend of Huangquan and not mentioning it, and straightforwardly saying that the legend was true, and bluntly talking about the seal.

I know everything about the tone, and I just want an answer.

The ghost mother was slightly stunned, and a hint of incredulity flashed in her eyes, obviously she didn't expect Xiao Shizhu to even know this. That means that Xiao Shizhu even knows a little about the affairs of the demon world in Huangquan.

And Xiao Shizhu, who was casually bowing her head and tasting tea, also inadvertently caught a glimpse of the change in her expression from the corner of her eye, and suddenly knew that her guess was correct. Myths are deceitful, and there is an ulterior truth behind this.

But he didn't rush to urge the ghost mother to tell him the truth, but after calming down his curiosity, he drank tea leisurely and didn't say a word.

He believed that the ghost mother would not hide it from him for no reason, and if he could say it, the ghost mother would definitely tell him everything.

The birds in the flower room are asleep, and the two phoenixes have not woken up since the stolen umbrella thief cast it. The husband and wife did not squeak again, and the whole flower room instantly fell silent. Even the breathing of the ghost mother and Xiao Shizhu can be heard clearly.

The light of the moon shines through the openwork on the window, sprinkled on the face of the ghost mother with a contemplative face, she thought about it for a long time, blinked her eyelashes, raised her eyes to look at Xiao Shizhu, and slowly asked, "How much do you know?"

"Not much, it's just a rumor. Xiao Shizhu smashed his mouth, got up and put the cup of tea back on the coffee table, turned back again, and said slowly: "Rumors of the demon clan." ”。

He lay down on the bed and rested his head on the ghost mother's lap. Looking up at the eyes, the ghost mother's pair of proudly erect breasts, intoxication gradually appeared on her face.

"Actually, it's not a demon, they're my former companions. After a while, the ghost mother pinned a strand of hair on her cheek behind her ear and cautiously asked, "If you listen to this story, don't you think I'm a femme fatale?"

"Listen to it. Xiao Shizhu squeezed his eyebrows and smiled, then put away his smile again, and said after a moment: "But I'm willing to hear it, as long as it has something to do with Mo Zhai, I like to know." As long as it has something to do with him, it's not just a rumor. ”。

"Back then, Emperor Xudu secretly planned a plan to kill all the ancient gods who dared to return to the underworld. I and many servants of God were involved. The ghost mother's hand slowly went back along Xiao Shizhu's forehead, stroked his hair, and asked quietly and knowingly: "But do you know why only me and the ghost captives survived?" The sound was like a fine mosquito, and Xiao Shizhu didn't make any effort to prick up his ears, and he couldn't hear clearly.

But as long as Xiao Shizhu wants to, she will not shirk it, even if she talks about this past, it will expose all the stains on her past, and she will not hesitate to do so. So he simply bit his silver teeth, turned his heart sideways, and told Xiao Shizhu eloquently.

Xiao Shizhu shook his head and said in a daze, "I don't know." ”。 Try to hold back this curiosity and listen quietly.