Do ghosts breathe?

This question flashed into Zhuo Yifan's mind, yes, can a ghost breathe? It seems that it won't, since it won't, it shouldn't be a ghost. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Zhuo Yifan couldn't stand it constantly approaching him, and he could feel its provocative posture.

No, you can't just sit still, you have to fight back, your martial arts are not weak.

Zhuo Yifan turned around suddenly, and he raised his breath and wanted to knock out the palm of Prajna Zen, but just as he was about to make a move, he found that there was nothing behind him, only the rustling of branches and leaves in the wind.

Zhuo Yifan looked around again and found that there was indeed nothing.

What's wrong with you, why did you feel so strong just now? Zhuo Yifan was very puzzled.

He hurriedly turned around again, trying to see if the whimpering man in front of Aunt Fangcai's grave was still there. It's just that what he saw was still the vast night, and there was no one.

It seems that he is human, has he found himself?

Zhuo Yifan guessed that after he found out, he ran away, or flew away, in this case, he must be a martial arts master.

No, maybe he's still in front of that grave, hidden, and when he gets closer, he'll give himself another fatal blow.

This possibility made Zhuo Yifan dare not rush to check, you must know that a little carelessness may lead to a catastrophe.

He stood still in place, waiting for the man to show up when he couldn't hold it anymore, and he even thought that the man was competing with him for patience.

Time passed bit by bit, and Zhuo Yifan stood motionless like a stone sculpture.

Half an hour passed, and there was nothing unusual in front of the grave, as if there was no one.

Could it be that I guessed wrong, that man is long gone, and he has not yet found himself?

Zhuo Yifan took tentative steps and walked cautiously and quietly towards the grave. Although it was not far away, he felt that it would take a long, long time for him to reach it after he walked, because he was only moving forward a little.

Finally, Zhuo Yifan came to his uncle's grave, and the grave still smelled of freshly burned money, but there was no one around the grave.

Sure enough, he is a human being, from this point of view, his martial arts must be very high, otherwise he can disappear quietly under his nose.

Zhuo Yifan was unwilling, and turned around twice in the fourth place, trying to find some clues, but the result still disappointed him.

Who the hell is he? Appearing in front of the grave in the middle of the night is not an ordinary scary. Zhuo Yifan was a little afraid, and more surprised, it seems that not everyone in this world sleeps at night, and some people like to go out day and night.

After such twists and turns, Zhuo Yifan almost forgot the purpose of his visit, which was to visit his mother Mu Xuan, because he always thought of her unconsciously.

He came to his father's grave, knelt down reverently, and kowtowed.

"Mother, I miss you very much, are you doing over there?" Zhuo Yifan thought silently in his heart, and his eyes were filled with tears of longing.

Only the wind was responding to his thoughts, and the dirt under his knees, as if his mother Mu Xuan was caressing his forehead.

After kneeling in front of his father's grave for a long time, he gradually felt sleepy, so he turned around and walked towards the front yard of Zhuo Jian Villa.

After walking for a while, he suddenly stopped.

For he found a man not far ahead, walking slowly, like a ghost, with unhurried steps, without a sound.

Seeing him floating around, Zhuo Yifan couldn't help swallowing his saliva, if he was not very high in martial arts, he would be a ghost, otherwise, he would walk so lightly. It's hard for the average person to do it.

Zhuo Yifan followed slowly behind him without making any sound. He guessed that the person might be the whimpering man who had been standing in front of his aunt's grave just now, because he felt that the person in front of him looked like an old man, and his body was a little leaning forward, which could be regarded as a little rickety.

Zhuo Yifan followed him gently, his eyes staring at him tightly. Then came to a corner, because there was a corner to obstruct, Zhuo Yifan's vision was difficult to keep up for a while, and when he reached the corner, the person in front of him was gone.

It's so strange again, if you don't see it, you won't be able to see it. Zhuo Yifan turned around three times in front of him, trying to find that person, but there was no trace.

He stood there for a long time, but no one showed up.

The martial arts are really high, Zhuo Yifan secretly thought that he could disappear quietly.

He quickly left the corner and walked towards the skull in the front yard.

The two skulls were still lit with sky lanterns, and their eye sockets were getting bigger and bigger due to the soaking of the stone water and the burning fire marks, which was very frightening. Their expressions were not only sad at this time, but also a little angry, even vicious.

Zhuo Yifan looked at them attentively, always having a sense of déjà vu, or an inexplicable sense of intimacy. He could even discern the anger of the two skulls, the flames that erupted were not stony water burning, but flames of rage.

What are they angry about? Zhuo Yifan thought endlessly, he felt a little like a madman at this time, otherwise, why would he associate with the two skulls, which was unpredictable.

He looked at it for a moment, quickly avoiding his eyes, for he felt the skull's anger grow stronger and stronger, almost engulfing him.

Then he turned and left the front yard gate and walked towards his room.

Lying quietly on the bed, his heart was turning over the river and the sea, and strange things made him toss and turn and couldn't sleep.

The next day, Zhuo Yifan got up early in the morning, he felt that many things could not be explained, and the more he thought about it, the more difficult he felt to understand.

After he got up, he found that Steward Mei, Wu An, and Zhuo Yi had also gotten up early.

"Why do you all get up so early?" asked Zhuo Yifan.

"When people are old, they can't sleep for long, and they will wake up and be useless. Steward Mei said helplessly.

Zhuo Yi smiled after hearing this, and said, "Uncle Mei, you are not old yet, you are young, and you can still do a great career, haha." ”

Steward Mei saw Zhuo Yi teasing herself, so she smiled at him and said, "Well, don't say it, maybe you can really do something big, don't look down on me." ”

Wu An took over the conversation and said, "Uncle Mei, no one looks down on you, you are an indispensable person in our Zhuojian Villa, and everyone is still counting on you." ”

"Yes, yes, Anzi is right, Uncle Mei, I just said nonsense, don't take it to heart. Zhuo Yi hurriedly admitted his mistake.

"It's okay, it's okay, when people are old, they are old, they can't be covered, and they are useless after all. Steward Mei sighed.

Seeing a few people arguing like gags, Zhuo Yifan felt that they were just like his father and mother when they were alive. He turned his head to Wu An and said, "Anzi, why do you get up so early?"