"Okay, I'm tired and have to rest. Where will I sleep tonight?" I said, reaching out to wave to the little evil spirit. [Ran^Wen^Book Library]

The little evil ghost was still drinking the orange juice coke with a can of orange juice and was happily watching me sleep. Seeing that I was about to go to bed, my nose wrinkled and my fangs immediately showed my heart, which made me feel cold. This is a tiger.

Exorcist ghosts are like driving tigers and swallowing wolves. If you can't raise them well, they will backfire.

I have been introverted since I was a child. Although I was afraid of it, I still had no expression on my face. Seeing that she didn't come, I frowned.

Seeing that I was unhappy, the little evil ghost went down honestly and slowly came towards me with a coke can. This kind of walking three points off the ground made people feel very scary, especially the red-clothed black eyes, the swelling of blue veins on the neck and forehead when they were angry were not something that human senses could bear.

She obediently hugged my neck, and then I turned my head and looked at Zhao Qian. Who would have thought that Zhao Qian would have been so scared that she was still there at this time, covering her heart and panting, and she couldn't even speak. I'm afraid she would have run away without me.

"The room over there... I'll clean it up for you now..." Zhao Qian stood up mechanically, passed by the little ghost, and almost trotted to the room on the first floor.

I followed her and walked in.

This place is decorated in a luxurious way, computers and TVs are standard, and there are many books on the bookshelf. I glanced at it and found that it was all about books of all religions, but many of them were Taoist, Confucian, and Buddhists.

"Is this your study?" I asked.

"Well, I have customized it upstairs, only one bedroom and guest room. The guest room was given to Xiaoxue, and other places became my small dojo, so the first floor is a study room except for the large living room. If you are wronged, I will sleep in the study room, you...you can sleep in my bedroom." Zhao Qian said embarrassedly.

Zhao Qian's study is quite large, several dozen square meters, and even has a large bed for lunch break, so it is also a multi-functional bedroom. In fact, it is more than a little more luxurious than the guest room.

"It doesn't matter, just forget about your girl's room, just here. Can I use this computer?" I asked bluntly. After having a computer, I can find the latest news and various information, and information is essential.

"Yes, I just can't delete the photos and some work information on me." Zhao Qian said carefully.

"Well, this is OK. I'm not interested in those, so I occasionally use search engines," I explained.

When I was observing the surrounding environment, Zhao Qian bent down to lay the bed. She had just changed into casual clothes upstairs. The loose white shirt and a blue pleated skirt made people shine.

After a closer look, she was really proud and had a lot of fat on her butt. No wonder she would have almost escaped if her brother didn't carry her waist straight and she almost looked at her. Now, after a closer look, I was really dry-mouthed.

Although I am a woman, I am not a beast-perverted person. I immediately stopped myself from being jealous. Besides, I was a little afraid that my wife and sister would be jealous. If she got angry, I wouldn't want to sleep that night. I used to try to get close to other women several times before, but I was so terrifying that I was so evil.

There is nothing to tidy up in the study, but the quilt is a little messy, just tidy up.

"Okay, it's a bit late. You go to bed first. We'll set off tomorrow morning." Zhao Qian's natural movements had the quiet temperament that only a lady from a wealthy family had, and she was about the same age as me, which really made men's hearts moved.

"You go to bed early, don't oversleep tomorrow." I laughed and teased her.

Zhao Qian gave me an angrily glance, then smiled: "Well, okay, so are you."

I watched her go out and locked the door before I opened my grandmother's suitcase.

There were not many things in the box, they were all brand new fabrics given to my grandmother by others. They were carefully wrapped inside a book with a cover printed in traditional Chinese. There were also some empty jars, and some spells were carved on the jar. I saw it and felt that it was much more advanced than the soul urn of the little ghost. I couldn't help but think that it might be something my grandmother had used.

The little evil ghost stood beside me. When he saw me take out one of the broken little soul urns, he reached out with his hands, held the empty urn in his arms, and kept stroking it, with a sad expression.

I think the ghost that once lived in this hollow soul urn may be a very important companion of the little ghost, otherwise the little ghost would not have had this expression.

Then I found another cracked soul urn in another package. Although the seal script was used on the carving of this soul urn, the degree of destruction was even more amazing and the prototype could hardly be maintained.

When the little evil ghost saw this jar, I actually started crying. I had guessed it. This box was the box that my grandmother took out of Xiaoyi Village to settle accounts. The soul urn inside should be the real practical evil ghost raised by my grandmother.

After turning to the back, there were some soul urn fragments wrapped in big red cloth. These fragments were tragically broken, just like someone fell to the ground, and even their shape was gone.

I could imagine the tragic battle, and even the spectacular scene of the fierce souls rising up and the ghosts traveling day by day, I took out the simple soul urn of the little ghost from my pocket, and compared it, my heart was twisted and turned.

If we want to talk about the exquisiteness of the soul urn, this soul urn is not of the same level as the one that broke before. One is a ghost and the other is a ghost king level.

All my grandmother brought were powerful ghosts, and she was reluctant to take the little ghost with her. Maybe she had known this trip that she had gone but never returned.

The cold wind behind me was inexplicably blowing, and I knew that the Ninth Princess was also angry.

The little evil ghost's pale hands kept moistening on the fragments, his mouth was pursed, and his tears fell like beads, which was silent and even more swallowed. It seemed that the ruined soul urns had experienced a cruel battle, which caused the ghost smoke raised inside to disappear and the soul urn to break.

The relationship between the little evil spirit and these evil spirits is probably not just between friends, but also between masters and apprentices and parents.

I stretched out my hands and gently hugged the little evil ghost in my arms: "We will avenge this revenge. How can we avenge them? Let's send them to hell together!"

The little evil ghost hugged me wrongly and started crying. Perhaps this was the first time that she and I really had a heart-to-heart talk.

After comforting the little evil spirit, I began to pick up my grandmother's yellowed elementary school homework book. After reading a few pages, I found that this book was actually my grandmother's life notes, and the records were all about what she had experienced before.

It starts with the records of grandma inheriting Taoism until the last page returns to Xiaoyi Village.

After calculating my grandmother's age, I found that the previous resume was very large, and it accounted for most of it before the age of 30. I didn't look closely. Because I participated in the part behind, I focused on reading it. In addition to the scribbled handwriting, the things I wrote were also very simple.

It’s like the story of the Ninth Princess recorded in the back: the inheritance of the Taoist sect, the nine daughters of heaven, who turned their souls into the world, saved the suffering and died, and the bloody clothes of all the people, both gods and ghosts, and they ask for everything, and they marry my grandson, which is very lucky.

This paragraph shows grandma's happiness, but it is just a remark, because at the beginning, she was in her twenties, there was another paragraph: the inheritance of the Taoist sect, the nine daughters of heaven, since they got it, they have no response to all requests, and they don't understand why, so how sad it is.

This shows that the Ninth Princess is very arrogant. Since the Dao Sect’s generation, she has actually passed on the Ninth Princess. She is not only a god and a ghost, but she is immortal, but she seems to be very powerful. However, there are almost no records of her record for several generations. It seems very difficult to invite her. Grandma tried to invite the Ninth Princess when she was young, but she was unable to invite her.

Until I finally agreed to the request and married me as a child bride, my grandmother probably couldn't understand this.

However, the diary also records that after her grandmother debuted, she went to a place with extremely resentment, and worked hard to conquer and raise evil ghosts. Then there were some things that she was doing with a ghost face to be a hero.

Thinking of the ghost face, I opened the suitcase and found a ghost face. This ghost face could cover most of the face, leaving only the part of the right face empty. Seeing that the traces were broken, my grandmother encountered a decisive battle or didn't want to reveal her identity, she would probably bring the ghost face with her. It looked gloomy and looked like a thing that only a villain would bring. No wonder others called her grandmother "Old Demon Zhou". After taking it, the men and women probably couldn't tell the difference.

The patterns on the masks are simple and clear, extremely ferocious. It seems to be from the pre-Qin period, with many irregular scratches on them, and they should still be antiques, but in today's era, people will probably call you a fool, and you can sell it to the antique market for a lot of money.

Thinking that I put it back in the box, although it would not be sold, I didn't plan to bring it with me. After that, I continued to search for clues about the little evil spirit in the primary school student homework book.

Until I saw a part of my grandmother's middle age, my fingers finally stopped: Inspiring Feng Town, there was a phoenix that once came, hidden lonely lotus, which made me beg for mercy. After that, I will be lonely and companionship with my life.

The little evil ghost burst into tears and laughed at this time, as if it was hers inside.

Yinfeng Town...Where is Yinfeng Town? There is no such location on the map at all, right?

Contact my grandmother's age at this time, I think this Yinfeng Town may be the Dead Town, so didn't that little evil ghost come from the Dead Town?

"Are you from Yinfeng Town? That is, from the Death Town?" I asked.

The little evil ghost nodded, but shook his head again.

"There was a phoenix that once came, that is, you were not from Yinfeng Town, but died in Yinfeng Town? Then I found it out to my grandmother and took it home?" I asked. In this way, the little evil ghost was indeed raised by my grandmother decades ago, not for the actual evil ghost, but for the rest of her life because of loneliness. At that time, my grandmother was about to live in seclusion in Xiaoyitun, just lonely.

The little evil ghost nodded violently this time, and it seemed that he had confirmed what I said.

This also triggered various speculations about the life experience of the little evil ghost. Of course, if I want to get the information I really want, I probably have been after I learned the ghost language. The most important step is to practice ghost language.

The diary records have obviously been much less since the return of Yinfeng Town, and the years have become longer and longer. Most of them have been found by grandma, and some people have come to find her after they have worked hard to find her. Then, because of their own reasons, they are willing to live in Xiaoyitun.
Chapter completed!