The sky is full of stars.

Fresh air after the rain fills the land.

In the backyard of Zhao's mansion, a side room was shining with a dim light.

In the house, Zhao Erniang was writing at the desk, and the maid Xiaoyu was waiting beside her.

It's late at night.

The little maid yawned sleepily, squinted her eyes, and bumped her little head.

The room was quiet, except for the sound of the two of them breathing softly.

Then.

The brush suddenly slammed.

Zhao Erniang raised her head sharply and looked out of the window with a solemn expression. It was dark outside, and there was no movement in sight except for the outline of the building.

"What's wrong with Miss?"

When the little maid saw it, she asked sleepily.

"Nothing. ”

Zhao Erniang turned her head to look at Xiaoyu, "If you are sleepy, go to sleep." ”

"Small fish are not sleepy. When the little maid heard this, she cheered up, "Xiaoyu still has to wait for the young lady to wash and change clothes." Before he could finish speaking, he yawned again, and his eyes were filled with tears.

"I said that I was not sleepy, tears came out, you go to sleep first. ”

Zhao Erniang insisted.

"The little fish went to sleep first, and the young lady also rested early. ”

"Hmm. ”

After the little maid left, Zhao Erniang put down the brush, got up and came to the bookshelf, and took down a yellow-shell book from it.

The mouth of the book is downwards and shakes it slightly.

A bird-shaped piece of origami fell.

Before landing, the paper bird suddenly spread its wings, flew up, and circled around Zhao Erniang.

"Go ahead. ”

Zhao Erniang finished speaking softly, and the paper bird seemed to be able to understand, fluttered its wings, rushed to the window lattice, and drilled out.

Meanwhile.

Parvis.

Li Congyan had already fallen asleep, and the room was pitch black.

Then.

Sudden changes.

The ground cracked strangely in a gap more than a foot long, and then the crack opened like a pocket. Inside, there is endless black, like an abyss without a bottom, breathtaking.

A moment later, a green-skinned, pointy-eared and fanged creature crawled out of the crack. The ghost creature was short, only to the knees of ordinary people, and its six-fingered hand held a white paper banner with earthworm-like ghost drawings drawn on it.

The imp walked around the house, sniffing around like a puppy, and finally settled down in front of the closet.

The imp seemed to want to open the cabinet door, but after a few pulls, the cabinet door did not move. I jumped two more times to grab the knocker, but unfortunately the height was a hard injury, and it was a cut short of the boss. He took the pole and stabbed it, but he still did not get what he wanted.

The little ghost was so anxious that it spun around in place, and suddenly, it patted its head, as if it remembered something.

I saw it running to the crack on its short legs, lying there and opening its mouth constantly, as if talking.

Not for a while.

An imp that looked exactly like it crawled out.

The two imps exchanged words silently, then ran to the closet, stepped on their shoulders and folded Arhat, finally reaching the knocker.

"Squeak-"

The door shaft made a slight grinding sound, which was particularly harsh in the quiet environment.

Li Congyan, who was sleeping, seemed to be aware of it, turned over, and turned sideways outward.

However, after all, he did not open his eyes.

The two little ghosts looked at him nervously, and when they saw that he didn't wake up, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

The imp standing on it turned his head to look into the cabinet again, reached out, grabbed a scroll, and jumped down.

The two imps glanced at each other, held up the scroll, and smirked.

Just as they returned to the crack, ready to climb down—

"Doo!"

A soft thud caught their attention.

Following the prestige, I saw a soybean fly in from the window lattice.

As soon as the soybeans hit the ground, there was a "bang" sound, and they turned into a villain in the smoke. The villain was more than a foot tall, wearing earthy yellow armor, wearing a yellow scarf on his head, holding a wooden knife in his hand, and "wow, yes" towards the little ghost.

The two little imps were startled, and when they came back to their senses, they greeted them with white paper flags.

"Horn!"

The two sides come and go, and they play each other's tricks.

"Horn Horn!"

Wooden knives and flags collided, making a muffled sound.

The yellow-armored villain is one against two, but he is at ease, and one move and one style are very methodical, and the little ghosts are defeated and retreated.

Seeing that they were invincible, the two little ghosts had the idea of escaping, and couldn't help revealing bigger flaws.

The yellow-armored villain seized the opportunity and slashed one of the imps to the ground with a knife, and the scroll in the imp's hand was also thrown out.

Seeing this, the other little ghost didn't dare to fight again, pulled up the injured little friend, and jumped into the crack.

The yellow-armored villain put away the knife and did not pursue.

In the blink of an eye, the crack had closed, leaving no trace.

Subsequently.

The yellow-armored villain picks up the scroll.

Then he climbed up to the ledge of the window and jumped out.

In the dark.

Li Congyan's eyes were like gods, and he sat up suddenly. When he rushed out of the house, he saw a large bird flying into the backyard in the sky.

Faintly, you can see the figure of a small person sitting on the back of the bird.

After a moment of silence, he turned back to bed. In the midst of the confusion of thoughts, I gradually fell asleep.

Dead.

"Meow meow—"

There are wild cats in heat nearby, and the noise is upset.

"What's the use of calling, I would have called it a long time ago, and I wouldn't sleep alone. ”

Li Congyan pulled the quilt and covered his head.

......

......

The next day, in the morning.

Li Congyan sat in the courtyard, enjoying the long-lost sunshine. Since being haunted by the succubus in the painting, he has been struggling to survive, without a trace of respite, and he killed the ghost last night, and he can finally be a salted fish.

"I don't know what kind of treasure that picture scroll is?"

He thought.

The succubus is dead, and the scroll is ownerless. He pondered for a long time last night, but he found nothing, and he didn't know how to use this scroll magic weapon. In the end, I really found it boring, so I threw it into the closet, planning to study it later.

I never thought that there were two imps stealing treasures in the middle of the night, and what was even more strange was that a bean soldier was killed halfway through, and the imps were caught off guard.

Li Congyan touched his chin and thought secretly.

Last night, he saw the process of the two ghosts and one soldier snatching the picture scroll, and the reason why he didn't stop it was because the picture scroll was useless to him at the moment;

The second is that the treasure has already been remembered, and it is two groups of people. If they don't steal once, they may come a second or a third time. The little ghost carries, scatters beans into soldiers, the means are weird, it can't be prevented, and sooner or later it will have to be stolen. It's better to just let go and save a lot of trouble.

"The bean soldier went into the backyard......"

Thinking of this, Li Congyan asked the little maid behind him who was pinching his shoulders, "Last night, was there anything unusual in the backyard?"

The little maid didn't understand why her uncle asked this, so she shook her head and said, "Xiaoyu accompanied Miss to do the accounts until late, and she didn't hear any movement." ”

"How late?"

"Sub-hour. ”

Li Congyan squinted his eyes and was silent for a while, not knowing what to think.

After a moment, he got up and said, "I'll go out." ”

"Uncle is going out again?" Xiao Yu said in surprise. For most of the past half month, my uncle can't go home every morning and night, and he doesn't take her with him, and he doesn't know what to do.

Li Congyan stretched his waist and sighed: "I also want to be a salted fish at home, but people must have near-term worries without long-term concerns, and it is not the time to relax." ”

"Salted fish?" the little girl blinked and her eyes widened, "Does my uncle want to eat salted fish?"