Zhang Weidong beckoned so casually, Wang Xiangshan felt a terrifying majesty enveloping her head, as if she had just turned into a ghost, and the terrifying majesty of heaven and earth brought to her when the thunder and lightning flashed in the sky.

Qingyan once again turned into Wang Xiangshan's former appearance, and then her feet were volleyed into the air, floating out like a gust of wind, but her face was very pale, and her hair was also long and scattered, but it made a yīn atmosphere around her out of thin air.

Although Hong Wei knew that the female ghost in front of him was transformed by his wife, he couldn't help but feel a tingling of his scalp, and Liu Luo had already shrunk on the sofa, trembling and waving his hand at Wang Xiangshan again and again: "Don't come, don't come, please don't come." I know I'm wrong, I know I'm sorry for you, please spare me!"

Zhang Weidong saw that Liu Luo, who had always been proud like a noble person before, but now he was frightened like this, and couldn't help but shake his head, if this Wang Xiangshan had the ability to hurt her, he would have hurt her a long time ago, so why should he pester Hong Wei all day long? This Liu Luo frightened himself by himself.

However, Zhang Weidong naturally would not break this matter, and most of his attention fell on Wang Xiangshan curiously.

The ghost fruit is just a wisp of yīn xìng energy as stated in the Five Emperors Sutra, but there is also a wisp of spirit in this energy, and it is not difficult to speculate that this is a residual consciousness after Wang Xiangshan's death, and it is precisely because of this residual consciousness that she will become a ghost and will not soon dissipate with the wind.

When Zhang Weidong looked at Wang Xiangshan, Wang Xiangshan had already floated to two meters in front of Zhang Weidong and then didn't dare to move forward, but looked at Zhang Weidong with a hint of awe in his pleading, and then slowly knelt down in the air towards him.

Just as Wang Xiangshan knelt down in front of him, Zhang Weidong suddenly felt Wang Xiangshan's confusion, pain and sadness.

The unwillingness before death made her retain a wisp of consciousness after death, but after death, there was a world full of crises around her, and the terrible yang energy between heaven and earth tore her hún spirit from time to time, making her live in pain and torture all the time. But the wisp of resentment before her death did not dissipate, but she could not disperse with the wind.

"Mr. Hong, haven't you always wanted to know what your wife told you in her sleep? Now you can know. Zhang Weidong looked at Wang Xiangshan and then at Liu Luo, and finally dipped the pen in cinnabar again. Wang Xiangshan is not a ghost cultivator, but the lowest-level lonely ghost Zhang Weidong can not only perceive the emotions contained in her spiritual world, but it is still a little difficult to communicate with her in detail. And Hong Wei, as the closest person in front of her, can use Zhang Weidong's spells. Of course, Zhang Weidong is only interested in the ghost itself, not Hong Wei's family affairs.

"Open!" Zhang Weidong drew a brush in Hong Wei's ear and shouted softly.

Another flash of golden light flashed, Wang Xiangshan bowed to Zhang Weidong again, and then floated towards Hong Wei.

Anyway, the female ghost in front of her is Hong Wei's wife who has been with him for many years, when they met, he was still a poor man, and when he got better day by day, she left suddenly, this incident has always been an indelible pain and regret in Hong Wei's heart. Now that he sees his wife again, although he has a different path, after experiencing a panic at the beginning, Hong Wei only has jī movement left at this time.

The scene in the dream appeared again, Hong Wei saw Wang Xiangshan sticking out his long tongue into his ear, and his mouth opened and closed from time to time, but this time Hong Wei heard a voice. The voice was cold, but it was so familiar, that Hong Wei couldn't help but shed tears.

He wanted to go to King Xiangshan's face, but the hand passed over her face.

Zhang Weidong saw Hong Wei crying, sighed softly, and then walked out of the living room and came to the lawn in front of the villa.

Standing on the lawn, Zhang Weidong looked up at the night sky for a long time, and the first time he caught a ghost brought him not novelty but heaviness.

Ghosts, the terrible thing in folklore, showed him for the first time a family tragedy.

Zhang Weidong didn't know how long he stood in the lawn, until he felt a gust of yīn wind drift out of the villa, and then dispersed with the wind, he knew that Wang Xiangshan, who had fulfilled his long-cherished wish, was gone.

Zhang Weidong sighed lightly, and then lifted his footsteps, and the person had already walked out of the wall.

The villa is located in the suburbs of the beautiful mountains, and there are few taxis passing by in these places in winter, and even if there are, they are basically passengers, and pedestrians are even rarer.

Fortunately, Zhang Weidong had already stopped from the cold and summer, and walked out of the villa area along the road to the city, walked for a long time, and got a taxi as the road gradually became lively.

Jiangnan Red Hotel is in the real city center, the taxi drove Zhang Weidong all the way to the city center, all the way to the city center, the lights flew all the way, and soon the car drove to Houhe Street in Nanzhou City. This street is a more famous bar street in Nanzhou City, but it is far away from the famous Houhai Bar Street in Beijing, because it is winter, there are few pedestrians on the street, it is estimated that even if you come here to shop, you have basically fallen into the hot and ambiguous bars full of ambiguity and jī feelings.

Zhang Weidong looked at the bars on both sides of the street through the car window, with the lights of yòuhuò, and suddenly shook his head with a smile, but he remembered that he had never been in this kind of occasion since he was a child, and he didn't know what was going on inside?

Zhang Weidong was thinking about it crankily when he suddenly saw a man and woman chasing a man in front of him.

Zhang Weidong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, thinking, this is too exaggerated, in the provincial capital, when the night is not really deep, there is such a violent scene on the street?

Just as he was surprised, the car drove past the ** man and woman, and Zhang Weidong couldn't help but sweat wildly.

The women he thought were all men. With long hair and a sense of dress, looking from behind in the dim light, it is really a bit enchanting and graceful, but when you look at it from the front, you find that not only does it have a beard, but even the nose hair has grown.

"I'm grass, a bend man chases one, this scene is too fucking exciting!" The driver shouted excitedly as he patted the steering wheel.

Zhang Weidong sweated again, and then realized that all the people who were passing by the car were bent men, thinking, the era is really different, I remember that in the past, bent men were secretly mōmō, and now they are chasing people on the street, and they really dare to love and hate!

Thinking in his heart, the car drove past the man who was being chased in front again, and out of curiosity, Zhang Weidong deliberately glanced at the man. The man was dressed in a trendy fashion, with a cap and a scarf. Although the cap is pressed very low, and it is night, Zhang Weidong can still easily find with his keen observation that the man in the cap is very handsome, with a high nose bridge and a delicate face, just like a male star.

No wonder so many crooked men pursue, it seems that crooked men like handsome like women! Zhang Weidong shook his head, and was about to turn his head, when he suddenly found that under the cap, the handsome man's eyes were very flustered, and that kind of panicked eyes seemed to be in danger and not like the panicked eyes of men being chased by many women.

"Stop!" Zhang Weidong's heart moved slightly, and he blurted out to stop the driver.

The driver was slightly stunned for a moment, and finally stepped on the brakes as he said, but when Zhang Weidong opened the car door and beckoned to the man in the cap behind him, the driver's expression suddenly became very subtle, obviously seeing Zhang Weidong's actions as "heroes saving beauty", as for Zhang Weidong's little white face, of course, he became a crooked man in someone's eyes.

When the man in the cap saw that a taxi suddenly stopped in front of him, he reacted quickly, ran up quickly, and then bent down and got in, slammed the door, and then gasped and hurriedly said to the driver, "Master, hurry up." As he spoke, he looked back in alarm.

Sure enough, it was worthy of being a rabbit, the speed was first-class, the driver secretly scolded in his heart, and then stepped on the accelerator, and the car jumped out.

"Damn, let him run!" A man who was also dressed very fashionably, saw the man in the cap get into the taxi, and the taxi merged into the traffic as soon as it slipped away, and couldn't help but grab the hat on his head and slam it on the ground in frustration.

"It's a pity, this guy really looks like Hou Dongxiong, if he can ......" A man with long hair and a shawl, dressed in a bewitching dress, shook his hair back with his hand very womanly, and said with a regretful face.

"That's not all your fault, as soon as he entered the door, you stared at him and yelled. A long-haired man interrupted, rolling his eyes in passing.

"That's it, this guy is obviously the first time to come to this kind of place, you don't want to think about how much courage it took for us to step into this door back then, and now that people are here, you are shouting like this, it's strange if you don't scare him away!" A man who looks very manly fits the Tao.

"Who made him look so much like Hou Dongxiong, and you don't know that Hou Dongxiong is someone's idol?" As soon as the very man spoke, the long-haired man dressed in a bewitching dress immediately stuck to him, and said in a snorting voice.

"Now that you know that he looks like Hou Dongxiong, you can't shout and scream. Hou Dongxiong, think about it, I was scared away by you this time, when will I meet you again!" The very man glared at the long-haired man when he heard this, and said.

"Alas!" Hearing the very man say this, almost all the men sighed as they looked in the direction where the taxi disappeared in the distance.

Let's say that the man who was described by many crooked men as resembling Hou Dongxiong was greatly relieved when he saw that he was getting farther and farther away from the people behind, and then as if he suddenly remembered something, he hurriedly picked up the sunglasses and brought them up.

After bringing his sunglasses, the man who looked like Hou Dongxiong said to Zhang Weidong with an embarrassed face: "Thank you, this gentleman." ”!。