Qian San couldn't sleep.
Years of practicing sorcery had an irreversible impact on his body, but it also strengthened his ability to perceive. He often felt that he could vaguely glimpse something called "the way of heaven".
The voice in the dark will tell him when it is safe and when it is dangerous.
If something is going to happen, he will be upset.
It's a weird night.
Ever since he vaguely heard the little ghost in Lianxiang's body crying something, an ominous premonition had been hanging over him.
The little kid often cries and has a twisted personality. No matter how he is warned, he is always disobedient. Lianxiang’s bitchy hooves linger at his door every night. To be honest, he has heard the little thing cry and curse too many times.
.
Why did the kid's voice frighten him tonight?
I'm afraid something is going to happen.
With a strong sense of vigilance, Qian San was not even sleepy at all. He had been paying attention to what was going on outside. He had nothing else to do, so he casually picked up a handwritten scripture on the bookcase and started reading.
Although his eyes were fixed on the page, his attention was always on the outside, and he was still wondering if Lianxiang had found other ways to enter his house?
If he had been fully prepared, even a conjoined spirit like Lian Xiang, who was full of resentment, would not be his opponent. Every time he went on a mission at night before, he could restrain Lian Xiang and throw her aside until dawn.
will disappear.
But if it was a sneak attack, or if the other party really entered the house, something would be seriously wrong.
After thinking about it, Qian Sanwei cursed.
It's all thanks to these damn rules. All ghosts and ghosts within the scope of Fengtou Town are immortal. If not for this, he would have beaten Lian Xiang to death!
After thinking for a long time, Qian San came back to his senses, glanced down, and realized how stupid he was to pick up the book.
There was no light in the room, and he couldn't see the contents of the book at all. If he really had to read it, his eyes would feel sore and swollen.
Throwing the book to the ground as if to vent his anger, Qian San suppressed his anxiety, stood behind the window, and secretly looked out.
His courtyard is very exquisitely decorated. Even if the function of the formation is removed, it is still a rare elegance in Fengtou Town.
At this moment, the only sound in the courtyard was the wind, and it was eerily quiet.
It shouldn't be.
Qian San hesitated for a while.
At this time before, Lianxiang should have been outside disturbing his sleep.
In order to retaliate against him, that damn female ghost specially disturbed his rest and wanted him to be enveloped in a constant state of worry and fear. At first, he was not used to it, and he indeed lost a lot of weight. He even made a mistake in front of Master Wanban and was killed.
The young master seized the opportunity and almost died.
He has been plotting against others for most of his life, and it is really embarrassing to be plotted against by a female ghost for the first time.
To be on the safe side, Qian San stood quietly behind the window for a long time. When everything was completely silent, he moved his stiff legs and returned to his bed to sit down.
The warning premonition lasted for too long and gradually became less sensitive.
Qian San felt sleepy again. Tomorrow is the birthday banquet. On the surface it is to celebrate Master Feng's birthday, but in fact it is a very important day for Master Wanban to collect property once a year.
When the time comes, he will also have to go to congratulate him as an "invited" guest, which is actually to perform the duties of a gatekeeper. If he makes a mistake on such an important occasion because of sleepiness, the gods will not be able to protect him.
Gotta sleep.
Qian San slowly closed his shirt and lay down, his head feeling dizzy.
He is not the type who is particularly energetic at night. On the contrary, due to the magic, his physique has always been very weak, and he is more prone to sleepiness and fatigue than ordinary people. Over time, he has developed some diseases.
How much is thanks to the lotus incense.
Although he was still shrouded in an ominous premonition, he considered it for a moment and closed his eyes.
In the daze, a cold feeling followed me like a shadow.
He didn't sleep well, it could even be said that he barely slept at all. He frowned and turned over in annoyance.
Suddenly, he seemed to hear a splash of water coming from the courtyard.
Suddenly awake, Qian San opened his eyes and his heart beat faster than a drum. He ignored his old problem of heart palpitations and sat up quickly, pulling out a dagger engraved with runes from under the pillow.
The sound just now definitely came from the well in his courtyard.
yes……
Have you touched anything inside?
"It" will appear, indicating that there is a stranger in the yard and has stepped on his array!
But why didn't the parrot speak?
Qian San smoothed his messy hair and thought about it calmly.
He didn't think anyone could escape unscathed from the ghost in the well he raised.
And no one would have expected in advance that as long as they entered the formation, the things in the well would come out. Everyone who had seen "it" before was already dead, and no one survived.
Moreover, the well water only made one sound, and there was no other sound other than that. It should be resolved.
In this case, he shouldn't be so anxious and lose his grace.
After calming down the rumbling heart in his chest for a while, Qian San put the dagger back on the table, took off the hanging coat, put it on, dressed it neatly, and tied his hair with a hairband.
After making himself look no different from the handsome young man in the day, he was ready to go out.
Not to mention, his figure is on the thin side, neither tall nor short, and very balanced. Although he is already over 30 years old, he has a gentle and fair appearance, like a white-faced scholar, and has a calm demeanor that scholars do not have.
It's no wonder that so many women who don't know his true face are attracted to him, and matchmakers also love to match him.
He really pays too much attention to his image, as if the shell he has built outside of the liar is the side he works hard to maintain day and night.
Qian San picked up the dagger again and looked out the window again.
After he was convinced that it was not Lianxiang, he opened the door. Even so, he was only a few steps away from the door, a distance that he could retreat to at any time.
Step into the courtyard and scan around.
The expected blood splatter did not happen, the ground was clean, and not much water even splashed at the mouth of the well.
Strange, where is the body of the uninvited guest?
Could it be that the ghost in the well missed a hit and escaped?
"Good evening, Master."
Beside the porch, the parrot that noticed him coming out opened its mouth and its duck-like voice was not pleasant at all, but instead added a strangeness to the atmosphere.
Qian San doesn't want to hear the parrot talking now. The parrot is quiet when someone comes. What's the use of making noise at this time?
He reached out and pinched the parrot's neck and threw the bird into the well like a pot.
With a plop.
The parrot didn't even utter a scream, the water in the well gurgled, and a few seconds later, a pale hand faintly stretched out from the mouth of the well.
The hand had clear joints and grasped the edge of the well mouth. At the same time, a black head of hair slowly rose up.
The ghost in the well was safe and sound, Qian San frowned: "Was there anyone just now?"
He was asking, but he felt something was wrong.
The thing in the well didn't speak.
(End of chapter)
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