Of course, the uncleanliness that Sister Guo said will not be the kind of uncleanness that needs to be disinfected and cleaned.

The sun was just right, but Meng Liangliang felt a little chilly all over his body, and when he looked at this house again, he felt different from before, from ancient clumsy to ghostly. She followed the landlord to see the house twice, and on both occasions she noticed nothing unusual. But there is no wind and no waves, what if she didn't observe carefully, and if it was when she came to see the house, Ah Piao happened to be not at home.

At this moment, Meng Liangliang thought back to the unusual anxiety of the previous owner, and felt that the anxiety was a little afraid of long nights and dreams.

Although there was no conclusive evidence, and although everything was just speculation, Meng Liangliang was still a little scared.

I'm afraid, and I won't return the money. Aside from the difficulty of finding this yard, she didn't want to return it even if she looked at the price.

There is white impermanence, no matter how powerful it is, it can become clean and clean, and it is worth the money.

Meng Liangliang subconsciously touched the bracelet on his wrist and swallowed his saliva nervously, "Sister Guo, what's wrong with this house?"

Sister Guo leaned closer to her, and her voice was lowered, "Listening to the old generation, this place was originally a house that has been deserted for hundreds of years, and it is not peaceful. No one dared to come close. Later, the construction of the city was bulldozed, and this house was built decades ago, and when it was built, there were always strange things. If it's built, it's not inhabitable at all. Everyone knows about it.

Little girl, this rented house, especially the house rented for business, you have to inquire carefully. ”

Sister Guo said a few more gossips, and then left with melon seeds. Walking in her footsteps, you can vaguely see the enchantment of her youth.

Meng Liangliang looked at the house behind him, held the jade pendant on the bracelet and stepped forward cautiously. She carefully perceived it for a long time, but did not perceive the abnormality, and then she relaxed a little, and went back to drag the bedding roll and luggage in.

The yard is neither big nor small, and the four walls are crawling with rose vines and creepers. It is also special, it is said that the growth of creepers is strong, and it is inevitable that the roses will be strangled when planted together. But the roses in the yard grow far better than the creepers.

There is also a grape rack in the courtyard, and Meng Liangliang is most satisfied with this grape trellis. Rolling under the cover of vine leaves makes her feel more comfortable, and even if a neighbor goes up to the roof, she won't see her rolling.

Leaning against the door of the house is a light bicycle, the pale blue paint with traces of time and a hint of loneliness abandoned by the times.

When I stepped into the house, I stepped into the kitchen of the shop in front of me. The decoration in the shop is still new, simple but very stylish. Meng Liangliang opened all the windows and let the fresh air convection, dispelling the silence in the room.

Behind the decorative wall at the counter hides a staircase leading to the second floor. The second floor is a place to live, and there is no space division, so it looks very transparent. The only piece of furniture is an oversized bed made of wooden boxes, which looks like a bunk. Meng Liangliang's cover was spread on it, accounting for only one-fifth.

She moved the remaining wooden box and dragged it aside to serve as a table and stool.

There was a thin layer of dust in the room, Meng Liangliang rolled up his sleeves, took out the rag he brought and began to clean. When she wiped the upstairs and downstairs clean, it was another day of sunset and evening breeze.

Meng Liangliang washed the rags in the sink in the courtyard, and pondered how to make use of the shop on the first floor, whether to sublet it out or open a cram school by himself.

Just as she was thinking about it, she suddenly noticed a fluctuation in her breath. Meng Liangliang was startled, and subconsciously pulled the rag in his hand as a shield in front of him. Turning his head and looking around, he didn't find anything, and when he looked at it again, he felt it again, and the fluctuations disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

Meng Liangliang didn't bother to wipe his hands clean, and hurriedly patted the bracelet and called Bai Wuchang out.

Bai Wuchang floated around inside and outside the house, upstairs and downstairs, shaking his tongue to indicate that he had not found any ghost breath.

Immortals will have delusions?

That can't be.

Meng Liangliang insisted on asking Bai Wuchang to check again. Bai Wuchang repeated the process just now, and then stopped and still shook his head at Meng Liangliang, "I didn't find any souls." ”

The afterglow of the setting sun shrouded the courtyard like a light curtain, and the breeze brought the aroma of barbecue in the distance. Everything around is quiet and beautiful, and there is no half-haunted temperament.

Meng Liangliang slowly put down the rag, "Brother Xie, is there any kind of ghost thing that you can't detect?"

"All ghosts can't escape the eyes and ears of ghosts. Bai Wuchang thought for a while, and said: "There are many methods in the world that can help ghosts hide. But there are no such artifacts here. It's unheard of for a god to have delusions, and it looks like God-kun is in trouble. ”

"No, it's not me, it's us in a tricky problem. We. Meng Liangliang finished emphasizing, and quickly washed the rag while observing the surroundings. Then he walked under the grape trellis and lay on the spot, closed his eyes and began to roll at a uniform speed.

It doesn't matter what tricky thing it is, just hurry up and sharpen the gun.

For a long time, Meng Liangliang hadn't eaten those foods that would slow down his cultivation progress, and the effect of rolling at this moment was particularly obvious.

Although she knew that ghosts couldn't hurt her, Meng Liangliang still couldn't resist the fear in her heart, and deliberately let Bai Wuchang stay outside to help her strengthen her courage. Bai Wuchang floated in the courtyard for a while, feeling bored, so he hung himself on the grape trellis, floating with the evening breeze.

When the night completely fell, the music of the square dance loomed, and Meng Liangliang stopped rolling. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a miserable white figure hanging diagonally above, with long hair falling down, covering most of his face, and only a long scarlet tongue was clearly discernible. In the cold blue of the night, the contrasting white scarlet swayed gently with the breeze.

An emotion called fear rushed out of Meng Liangliang's cavity, turning into a long and poignant "Ah-".

Bai Wuchang was startled by that scream, and suddenly messed up the swaying rhythm. He floated down, quickly glanced around, and then asked Meng Liangliang with a puzzled face: "Shenjun, what have you seen?"

Meng Liangliang patted his heart in shock, and there was still a hint of splitting in the last note of his speech, "Brother Xie, can we not hang it! If you have to hang it, you should say hello to me first, so that I can be mentally prepared." ”

Bai Wuchang understood when he heard it, but he couldn't figure it out, "Could it be ...... Shenjun just saw me?"

"Otherwise!" Meng Liangliang stood up, patted the dirt on his body and said, "Brother Xie, you can hang it up, why are you still dangling with the wind?"

He is impermanent, and the ordinary wind blows him only through his body, how can it blow him.

In this regard, Bai Wuchang's answer was, "I want to follow the wind unconsciously, and I can't control it." ”