A sharp laugh of "hee-hee" suddenly reached Cui Shiyuan's ears from the outside, and he jumped up on the dung pit in fright.

This strange laughter appeared from time to time, as if it was getting closer and closer to the location of the hut. Cui Shiyuan stabilized his mind, leaned out, and cautiously peeked out through the crack in the door of the thatched house.

Due to the narrow gap in the door, he naturally couldn't see it all from this angle, and he could only vaguely see a black shadow, floating in the air like a ghost without touching the ground, and then he wanted to look at it but was blocked by the door panel.

Cui Shiyuan secretly said in his heart: "Could it be that I was unlucky today, and I really met the ghosts that those two guys talked about?" Thinking of this, he was both curious and scared, and when he wanted to take a closer look at the crack in the door, the black shadow disappeared, and the strange laughter around him stopped abruptly.

Just as Cui Shiyuan thought that he was dazzled, and just wanted to retreat from the crack in the door, a strong force suddenly stuck to the door! There was a staring blood-red eye, looking through the crack in the door from the outside in, accompanied by bursts of weird laughter, terrifying.

Cui Shiyuan shouted "Mom", took a few steps back in fright, and fell on the wooden board on the edge of the dung pit. The eyes at the crack in the door saw the people inside move, and their fingers tried hard to pull open the obstructive door, and five sharp and slender nails buckled into the door panel, rubbing "squeak".

At this critical moment, Cui Shiyuan suddenly became anxious, and recalled that the older generation had said that all ghosts were afraid of dirty things, and he was in a thatched house at this time, wouldn't he have taken advantage of it?

Thinking of this, Cui Shiyuan picked up the long-handled dung spoon used to clean the manure pit in the corner of the thatched house, dug a spoonful full of filthy goods in the stinky manure pit, and slammed it towards the door of the thatched house that was being opened.

This Yang, only between the lightning and flint, just caught up with the thing outside the door to open the door of the thatched house, and at the right time, Cui Shiyuan's spoonful of "human yellow" with a strong smell mixed with "reincarnation wine" was drenched all over his face.

"Oops, phew, phew......" The thing outside the thatched hut that had just been spooked with this pickled thing, was busy spitting out the dirty water in its mouth.

Cui Shiyuan saw that the "ghost" in front of him actually knew that it was disgusting, and he immediately understood it when his brain turned. Quickly got up from the ground and lifted his pants, and said angrily: "It turns out that you have been pretending to be a god in the town and harming people, and today you are unlucky to meet me and shock the eight directions of Kyushu, the playful and witty little sword demon." ”

After he finished speaking, he pulled out the wind-chasing playful sword from his waist and was about to avenge the "revenge of a fright".

The so-called "ghost" was not in a hurry to dodge, but just smiled in a sharp voice: "What a bullshit little sword demon, it's really unheard of." But since you have found out your identity today, let's leave the head!"

The two of them fought in one place, and after about a dozen rounds, suddenly a whistle came from the eaves, and the "ghost" changed his complexion, shook his claws, and left. Cui Shiyuan's anger did not subside, and he chased after him.

Seeing that he was glued tightly, the "ghost" didn't want to entangle more, so he shook out a small tube from the wide black sleeves, opened the bamboo cover that was buckled on it, and threw it out to Cui Shiyuan behind him.

Cui Shiyuan was too close to chase and was completely defenseless against this change. Seeing a puff of white smoke coming out in front of him, he had nowhere to dodge, so he had to let it run into his nose. When the white smoke cleared, the so-called "ghost" would have long since disappeared.

At first, Cui Shiyuan was hit by the puff of white smoke and thought that it must be something like a strong poison, and his life would be lost. But when he tried to walk, he didn't notice any other reaction, and then he let go of his worries a little.

It's very strange to think back to what happened tonight, so it's better to go back and discuss with Lu Qian quickly. Cui Shiyuan sped up his pace in the courtyard and quickly returned to the room of the two.

As soon as he pushed the door open, Lu Qian was still asleep. Cui Shiyuan was shocked, took three steps and two steps to the bed, and pushed his body in a large shape with his hand.

The sleepy-eyed Lu Qian got up slowly, yawned, and suddenly smelled a thick smell of feces around him, and he was almost about to vomit with nausea. Frowning, he said to Cui Shiyuan in front of him: "Why do you kid don't sleep in the middle of the night and push me?

"Boss Lu...... Listen to me...... I just bumped into ...... in a hut Bumped into that ghost. Cui Shiyuan was too excited and panted again and again, resulting in incoherent words.

"You're afraid you're stunned by the rumors that guy said, right?In the dead of night, where are the ghosts?" Lu Qian rubbed his eyes and responded, still in a half-dreamy and half-awake state at this time.

"It's a ghost but not a ghost, I'm afraid of dung, I made a few moves with that man, threw out a puff of white smoke, and he fled. Cui Shiyuan didn't know how to describe it for a while, so he simply picked out some key points and spelled out some words to describe them.

"What the hell is going on? Don't worry, take a breath, and talk about it. After hearing this, Lu Qian was confused, and he woke up most of the time from a thick sleep.

"I ......"

Cui Shiyuan just wanted to tell Lu Qian the truth of the matter from the beginning, but he only felt that his eyes were black, his chest was stuffy, his body leaned back, and he fainted.

"Shiyuan, what are you doing?" Lu Qian quickly held him up, and even shouted a few times without seeing Cui Shiyuan react again.

At the same time, the sad cry of Ji Lao's dart head suddenly came from outside the house, echoing throughout the inn. Lu Qian first put the unconscious Cui Shiyuan on the bed with some effort, and then hurriedly went out to see.

As soon as I pushed the door open, I smelled a pungent smell of blood rushing to my face. Lu Qian felt bad in his heart, and hurriedly followed the voice to find Ji Lao's dart.

I saw him slumped in front of Liu Ji's room in the northeast corner, facing the open door, beating his chest and feet, and crying loudly. Standing all around, there are solemn-faced dart masters and the residents and shopkeepers and guys who are talking to each other, and it seems that something big must have happened.

"Oh my God! Poor Liu Ji'er, how could you end up like this, I hurt you......" The old dart master ignored the dissuasion of everyone around him, crying heartbroken, and wanted to faint several times.

Seeing that Lu Qian was coming, a few familiar dart masters greeted him. Lu Qian asked one of the more impressed dart masters, "Why is Old Dart Ji so sad?"

"Lu Shaoxia, you came just in time. Please be sure to help Liu Ji find the murderer and avenge the poor child......" The dart master choked up in the middle of his words, because his emotions were too sad.

"What? what's going on?" In the face of this strange thing that followed, the questions in Lu Qian's mind finally became more and more complicated.

Alas, day and night, I didn't expect this bad thing to make our inn stall. At some point, the guy who talked about "ghosts" came over, shook his head and sighed.

In my opinion, Liu Ji was victimized by traitors, and he ended up like this. It's just that the old dart head suffered, and he was like a father and son with him on weekdays, but now that something happened suddenly, he must not be able to stand such a blow, and I hope that Lu Shaoxia can persuade him to be an old man. ”

Lu Qian listened and nodded. Combined with what Cui Shiyuan said just before he fell into a coma, the so-called "haunting" in this town is probably really something else.