The man was very enthusiastic, and he had to put on a banquet to invite the three of them to eat. It's just that Liu Wanyun insisted on refusing, saying that she was tired and tired, so the staff gave up and asked people to prepare two rooms for them, and then reluctantly went back to rest.

Qin Yan sat at the head of the bed, looking at the sky through the shadow of the twisted locust tree outside the window, only to see that the night was as deep as thick ink, so dark that there was no light source, and the crescent moon had disappeared at some point.

He covered his head with a soft futon, curled up in a ball, and listened to the rustling of grass outside the house, which resounded in the quiet of the night, and still felt extremely cold.

'Alas, I think this young master is a dignified and iron-clad man, but now he can't even survive this little chill, so miserable!'

He was so sad that he didn't want to be okay, but when he thought about it, he felt that his body was getting colder and colder, and he couldn't help but shiver. The quilt sent by this fat man looks thick and soft, but in fact it is worse than the dead grass, and it can't withstand the cold of the harsh winter.

Qin Yan shrank into a ball, held back a mouthful of internal breath, and used a method similar to the Desolate Spirit Mantra to make the internal force swim in his body, only to feel that his hands and feet gradually became a little hot, and it seemed that he could barely survive this night.

Listening to the sound of the grass and trees outside the house being blown by the cold wind, he felt a wave of tiredness welling up, and he was about to fall asleep in a daze. In the chaos that was about to fall asleep, he suddenly faintly heard a quiet moan: "Flowers are not flowers...... Fog is not fog ......"

He thought it was an auditory hallucination in a dream, and he was about to continue to sleep, but after a while, he suddenly woke up, and a large cold sweat oozed from his back.

It was not a dream! The voice seemed to ring in his ears, lingering as if it were nothing, with a strange melody that made people shudder, and beat at the depths of his soul.

'Fuck it, what a fuck it is!'

He didn't act rashly, maintaining his original posture, silently listening to the movement outside.

The whispering sound seemed to be behind his head, but when he felt it carefully, it seemed to be scattered everywhere, and it was not obtrusive in this quiet night, but it only made the bleak and cold atmosphere even stronger.

Qin Yan listened to it for a moment without any results, and secretly scolded in his heart: "If it weren't for the fact that Young Master Ben's dragon body was not safe today, I would have to beat you out of the of this guy who pretends to be a ghost!"

"Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog...... Come in the middle of the night, go to ...... in the morning"

When the voice sounded again, Qin Yan suddenly lifted the quilt suddenly, and his upper body stood up suddenly, and then he saw the white shadow standing quietly in front of the window.

It was really a ghost, her face couldn't be seen clearly in the dark night, I saw her white clothes like snow, her posture seemed to be plain and elegant, her messy long hair fluttered in the cold wind, and a pair of eyes like a cold pool in that blurred face were looking at Qin Yan on the bed steadily.

Well, maybe a fox fairy. Qin Yan said in his heart. Among the many miscellaneous conversations, there are terrifying legends of female ghosts sucking men's essence, and there are also poignant love stories of female ghosts who fall in love with scholars and love each other but are separated from each other, but for Qin Yan, the second is impossible, I just hope it is not the first.

He recalled the poem that the female ghost recited, 'Come in the middle of the night, go to the ...... in the morning' and suddenly chuckled in his heart: What does this guy want to do? Young Master Ben is a serious person!

One person and one ghost looked at each other for a long time, and the quiet moaning sound sounded from Qin Yan's ears again, but Qin Yan didn't look back, he knew that the source of the sound was the thing in front of him, and it was too easy for a demon to do this trick. If he hadn't been injured, he might have been able to scare the female ghost with even more subtle techniques. But now, I just hope that it can be delayed until dawn, even if it is to save this life......

Seeing that he was unmoved, the woman's eyes seemed to reveal a look of surprise. She took a step forward with a slight swing of her arms, and was already through the windowsill and the wall into the house. She didn't leave Qin Yan, and said, "Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog." In the middle of the night, the morning goes. Thinking of this, she stopped and looked at Qin Yan, with a look of anticipation in her eyes.

Qin Yan read out the last two sentences without thinking: "How long has it been like a spring dream? Then he smiled and said, "The girl hasn't slept so late, isn't she waiting for someone?"

The woman hummed softly, took a few steps forward, and sat down at the head of his bed. At this time, Qin Yan finally saw her face clearly, only to see that she was delicate and soft, with a beautiful nose and cherry lips, and a pair of eyes with veins, but her skin was so pale that there was no blood, she looked pitiful, and she could easily arouse the desire of men to embrace her.

But Qin Yan's expression was blank and untouched. He knew that after such a beautiful face, it was likely to be a fox with a long fluffy face. It's not bad, it's more likely to be a maggot-infested, hideous, disgusting, stinking face of a dead corpse, which is a nightmare.

When he saw that the woman did not want to speak, but just looked at him fixedly, he coughed lightly and said, "Isn't the girl waiting for me......?"

In the other room, Ye Piaoling hugged Liu Wanyun, and with the help of her body temperature, she barely resisted the cold of the winter night.

In the process of running all the way, Ye Piaoling sweated profusely, and was later blown by the night wind, feeling even colder, and his forehead was a little hot. Liu Wanyun knew that he was suffering from the cold, gave him some medicine, and slept with him. Otherwise, in such a strange and strange place, she would prefer to study medical skills to survive the second half of the night.

But Ye Piaoling always couldn't sleep well. In a daze, he felt a little urge to urinate, so he got out of bed and went to the door, and in a delirious way, he pushed the door open and walked out.

"Be careful, go and come back quickly!" Liu Wanyun explained, and when she heard Ye Piaoling's vague answer, she didn't pay much attention to it.

In fact, there is a night pot under the bed, but both of them are people with cleanliness habits, and they would rather run farther away.

Liu Wanyun leaned back on the pillow, yawning boredly, and felt a little sleepy. It's just that the pillow is as stiff as a stone, and the back of her neck is very uncomfortable, and she just takes advantage of it to force her spirits and maintain a trace of consciousness in the sleepiness.

Just when she was in a trance, she suddenly heard a high-pitched and miserable scream outside, and she was suddenly awakened.

"Oh my mother!"

It was Ye Piaoling's voice! But fortunately, the middle qi was still sufficient, and it should not have been harmed.

"Knock knock-" The footsteps were hurried and panicked, Ye Piaoling slammed the door and rushed in, at this time he was already completely conscious of fright, and jumped on the bed in a hurry, shouting: "There is a big white-fronted insect in the toilet!"