C3 A beauty is actually a ghost

Today is the third day, that is to say, the day that the woman came to meet me. I tried my best to hide my excitement. After an early meal, I lay down on my bed and thought about every night I spent with her, and I couldn't help but smile. The only regret was that every time she came, I would fall asleep and wouldn't be able to speak, and I wanted to know her name and where she came from …

As he thought about it … Just as I was about to fall asleep again, the door opened and I tried to open my eyes and look at the door, but there was no sign of her. However, when a gust of wind blew in, I suddenly felt a chill run through my body. It's only the beginning of autumn now, so where did such a cold wind come from?

At this moment, Little Yellow suddenly ran out from its nest. I wanted to chase after it, but it ran way too fast. I got up and went to the door. It was very dark outside and there was no moonlight. The wind was getting stronger and stronger, making it hard for me to open my eyes.

Such a dark sky, even if he went out he wouldn't be able to find Little Yellow, let it be! Maybe he'll be back soon.

I shut the door again and went back to sleep. I didn't know how long it took, but just as I was about to fall asleep, I smelled that familiar scent again. It was her.

I tried to open my eyes, to reach out and hug her, but this time she pulled away, and I was surprised. What was wrong with her? I had ten thousand questions, but I couldn't bring myself to say them. As long as she came, I would become dumb and I would suspect that I was possessed.

I feel particularly sober tonight. I've been together with her for the past few times, whenever she comes along. I don't have the time to examine this woman who has developed a physical bond with me.

I slowly shifted my gaze to her face. I wanted to carefully look at her, but she seemed to tacitly approve. She didn't avoid me.

She was really beautiful, with big eyes on her round cheeks, curved willow-shaped eyebrows, and a small nose. As I looked at her, I suddenly thought of Cui Cui, who also had those big eyes, hehe, Cui Cui really liked me.

This beauty's face was too pale, so pale that it was devoid of any color. At this moment, the woman spoke up, "My name is Mo Xiang." I was shocked to hear her voice. First, I hadn't heard her speak since I saw her, and second, her voice was so nice.

"Don't you want to know where I came from?" "No," I said.

I don't want to, but can I talk? Mo Xiang suddenly grabbed my hand and said gently, "What do you want to know? You can ask me now."

I wanted to know something, I wanted to ask something, but she knew it. I looked into her eyes and said, "Ink Fragrance." I found I could speak.

Mo Xiang lightly replied, "En." Suddenly, I felt a few drops of something cool land on my hand. Mo Xiang cried, her eyes were red, and her thin shoulders trembled.

I sat up, took her in my arms, and kissed her lightly on the cheek. I wanted to call her Xiang'er, "Xiang'er, whatever it is, you can say whatever you want to say. If you don't want to say it, I'll never ask again.

Mo Xiang looked up at me and said, "No, I must tell you." Her eyes were filled with determination.

"Little Brother Tian, I told you not to be afraid!"

I patted her and said, "It's okay, Xiang'er, just say it."

Xiang'er told me her story in a faint voice. "I am a female ghost."

Although I have mentally prepared myself, my scalp still tingles when I hear the words' female ghost '. I actually gave my virginity to a female ghost and even fell in love with her. My emotions are really complicated right now.

Xiang'er continued, "Brother Xiaotian, I didn't mean to harm you. I came here for your" Art of Soul Awakening ". I wanted to use its power to avenge myself."

"Wait a minute, Xiang'er, what Soul Luring Spell?" "How come I don't know? Where is it?" I asked a series of questions.

Xiang'er said, "Brother Tian, don't worry. Listen to me slowly. Do you remember the strange scene when you were born? Do you remember why you were born not to cry? "This is the will of the heavens, you were born to practice the Art of Soulreaper, and only you can control it."

With the Soulreaper Art, one would have the ability to behead demons and exterminate devils. As long as the Soulreaper Art was used, regardless of whether one was a normal ghost or a cultivator, it would be very difficult to escape.

I only know this much about the Art of Soulreaper. If you still want to know more about it, you will need to find the old man on the ferry and he will tell you.

After interacting with you for a few days, I realized that although you possess the Art of Soulreaper, you don't know how to use it. That is to say, you haven't even opened your heart yet, so you have it sealed inside your body.

"Sorry to disappoint you, Xiang'er, but how can I open my heart? Once you open your heart, I will definitely help you take revenge. " What I said was the truth. Although I don't know what kind of grievances Xiang'er had or who was the one who harmed her, I believe that Xiang'er was a good girl before she died or even after she died.

Xiang'er gratefully looked at me and continued, "I'm from San Shan Village, and I'm the only child in the family. After I died, my mother became depressed due to my death, and now she's no longer here, leaving my old father behind." At this point, tears started to appear in Xiang'er's eyes again.

After my father married my mother, he had no children, and he could not even raise his head in the village. After many years of this, just when they were in despair, my mother became pregnant, gave birth to me, and the family was very happy.

I have been very obedient since I was a child. As I grew older, I became more and more like a flower that fell into a jade. This has also caused me to suffer a calamity.

There was a young master called Zhuang Zi in the village. He relied on his father's stinky money, idling around all day, twisting flowers and provoking grass. He was only in his twenties, and he was rumored to have fallen in love with a village widow in her forties. Every time he saw a pretty girl, he would try his best to take advantage of her. Relying on his family's influence, the people of the village dared not to say anything.

The name of his old lover's widow was June Freshman, as they called her, and in June, no matter what she wore, she always unbuttoned the top to reveal the two lumps of white that made the men in the village look at her and look there. As long as he gave her a little bit of benefit, he could bring her home and do whatever he wanted with her.

At this point, Xiang'er's face turned slightly red. Even though we already have skin to skin relations with each other, she couldn't help but become shy as she spoke of these matters. After a short pause, Xiang'er continued, When I was eighteen, June Freshman came to my house to propose marriage to my father.

Without waiting for my answer, my father immediately refused. With my son's character, how could he push me into a fire pit and agree to this marriage?

June Freshman had to leave. He had thought that would be the end of the matter, but things were not as simple as that.

Suddenly one day, June Freshman came to my house to find me, said my embroidery activity is very good, asked me to help her to see her embroidery the pair of mandarin ducks, where embroidery is not good.

When she saw that the second young strong man was also at her house, I turned my head to leave. But the strong man blocked my path and pounced on me. I swore to my life that I would not obey, but his strength was too great.

Just as he was about to succeed, I desperately struggled free and crashed headfirst into the wall.