Can ghosts speak? Speak like a human. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Niu Hao knows.

The village chief is not here, and no one can ask Niu Hao.

Even if a ghost can speak, people may not hear it.

Otherwise, people and ghosts have different paths.

Niu Hao stared at the head in front of him, imagining how he should have died, whether he had been beheaded. I couldn't help but reach out and touch my neck.

Jiang Zangjiao was also at a loss.

Charms attached to doors and windows are used to ward off ghosts.

It can't kill them, but it will make them retreat and not dare to enter the room.

Otherwise, how scary it would be to sleep until midnight and wake up and see a row of ghosts standing next to the bed.

But the spells that stuck to the doors and windows couldn't stop this flying head.

Why is he so special?

The head floated in the air, flashing a glow towards Niu Hao, and a pair of eyes stared at Niu Hao.

Niu Hao could feel what he wanted to say, but he couldn't say it because of the distance between people and ghosts.

There are words that can't be said, this helplessness and helplessness make the head floating in the air begin to become agitated. The glow was faintly crimson.

It's not that I don't want to help, I just don't know how to help.

Niu Hao thought in his heart, the head suddenly flashed, and he had come to the bedside.

On the bed frame, there was also a saro curtain.

The head slammed headlong into the saro curtain, slammed back and forth a few times, and then rushed out of the house wrapped in a long veil.

Niu Hao turned his head to look at Jiang Zangjiao.

What is he going to do?

Jiang Zangjiao also looked at Niu Hao, with a look of "how do I know".

Niu Hao and Jiang Zangjiao were looking at each other in confusion, a white shadow flashed, and their heads returned to the room wrapped in a veil.

Long veil, wet with water.

The head swayed from place to place with the veil and wrote a few words on the ground.

Jiang Zangjiao held the candle, carefully identified, and said:

"Where did it come from?"

Then he raised his head and looked at Niu Hao.

Ask me, where did it come from?

Niu Hao glanced at Jiang Zangjiao, and then looked at the head draped in a veil.

Niu Hao didn't want to tell where he came from.

Before leaving, the village chief's mother-in-law once warned Niu Hao that no one could say that he was from the front village, let alone that the villagers in the village had eaten the ploughing cattle together.

However, the head, the one draped in the veil, snorted angrily.

If he didn't say it, would he be in a hurry to bite someone?

If he were a person, Niu Hao would definitely not be afraid of him.

The cross-brow at the three-way intersection, the dwarf winter melon, and the prisoner with the tattoo on his face. Such a fierce three guys, did Niu Hao frown?

The problem is, this one is a ghost. It's still a hateful ghost.

It's useless to be able to fight by yourself.

He's dead and turned into a ghost. If you have the ability, can you still beat a dead man to death?

Niu Hao said to his head covered under the veil:

"I am, from the former village. On the other side of the Qingjiang River, it takes several days to walk. ”

Niu Hao truthfully told his origin. The veiled head didn't seem satisfied. dragged the long veil left and right to slam around, looking anxious to hold a soak of urine but not find the pit.

Hell, if you don't have anything to eat or drink, of course, you don't have to pull a sare.

It's just that Niu Hao looked at that guy, and he couldn't bear it. Said:

"Don't worry, say something slowly. I know, I'll tell you. ”

Hearing Niu Hao say this, Jiang Zangjiao also said:

"Yes. It's still early in the morning, so let's talk about something slowly. If we can help, we'll do our best. ”

As he spoke, Jiang Zangjiao screamed softly.

The candle in his hand had burned to the end, and the flames burned until his fingers were burned.

The candle jumped and then went out.

Without candlelight, the room was plunged into darkness again.

In the darkness, you can see the white veil standing still. The vertical veil dragged to the ground, and at first glance it looked like a white figure. But if you look closely, the figure has no head, no feet, no limbs.

If it weren't for watching the head tear off the curtain on the bed frame and become what it is now. In the middle of the night, seeing this guy unexpectedly, Niu Hao was not sure if he would be scared crazy, no matter how bold he was.

The head dragged a long veil, stood in front of Jiang Zangjiao at once, and then floated out of the house.

This time, Jiang Zangjiao understood and said to Niu Hao:

"Wait for me here. ”

The white shadow left the room.

When he came back, Jiang Zangjiao held a lit lamp in his hand.

The light illuminated the room, but the figures huddled out of the window were all gone.

Not only the figures, but even the head with the long veil was invisible. Only a white veil was left running around, as if it had become a sperm.

Niu Hao knew that the mystery was on the candle that Jiang Zangjiao had just now.

That candle is different from ordinary people's candles. Presumably, it was specifically to take care of the ghosts and let them reveal their true forms.

Jiang Zangjiao lit the lamp in the room, and then asked the guy under the veil:

"If you have any questions, just ask. This big man is my new friend, and he is also going to Kongming Mountain to learn immortals. Although I haven't known him for a long time, I can feel that he is kind-hearted and warm-hearted. If you have something, he will definitely spare no effort to help you. Help you get out of the sea of suffering as soon as possible and go to reincarnation. ”

Niu Hao looked at Jiang Zangjiao, although he couldn't understand Jiang Zangjiao's words, he could hear that Jiang Zangjiao was praising him and saying that he was a good person.

Niu Hao then said to the fluttering white shadow in the room:

"Say whatever you want. As long as I can help you, I'll help you too!"

The veiled head is obviously not as impatient and impatient as it was at the beginning.

Dragging the wet veil, he wrote a few more words on the ground.

Jiang Zangjiao looked at the words on the ground, turned his head and said to Niu Hao:

"He still asks you, where did you come from? ”

"The village in front of you. ”

Niu Hao replied at the white shadow.

As I have already said, I came from the former village, will I still lie to you?

Or do you want me to draw you a map?

His head was draped in a veil, swaying back and forth, obviously dissatisfied with Niu Hao's answer.

Jiang Zangjiao said to Niu Hao:

"I don't think he's talking about you. ”

Niu Hao looked at Jiang Zangjiao.

It's not me, it's you.

In this room, apart from this head, there are only you and me left.

If you don't talk about me, you don't mean you.

Tell me where you're from.

Niu Hao knew that Jiang Zangjiao didn't want to learn immortals, so he sneaked out.

And then what? This guy looks like a beggar, and he talks like a crepe. He also has a magical treasure on his body. By no means an ordinary child.

Let's talk about it. You, where did you come from?