The sound of the flute is faintly carried by the wind, low and full of resentment, as if complaining or crying, as if the flute player has endless desolation and sorrow hidden in his heart and has nowhere to express his thoughts. He puts all his thoughts into this faint music, and it is inevitable to feel sad and sad.

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Mr. Su threw down the book in his hand, opened the window and looked out. For several days in a row, he could hear this sad song every night. It was neither real nor real, but also seemed to be an illusion.

Such a sad tune came from the empty night, and the weird feeling was easily associated with monsters and ghosts. The young master couldn't help but sigh, he had already seen the monsters, and it wouldn't be surprising if another ghost or something appeared.

, he is already used to it.

The scholar Wen'er had just cooked the soup and brought it in. When he saw the young master standing in front of the window in a daze, he had to remind him, "Sir, don't look at it. You have been sick for many days and haven't recovered. You'd better rest early after taking the medicine."

Bar?".

"Stop!" The young master hurriedly turned around to signal him to shut up. The person playing the flute seemed to be disturbed. The sound of the flute had stopped before the song ended. The young master listened carefully again. In the valley, there was only the rustle of leaves swaying in the wind.

The sound of falling rushed past my ears.

"Sir, what are you...doing? Did you...hear something? Master..." The book boy had no choice but to remind him, "The medicine has gone cold!".

"Eh? Well, it would be great if it really was you..." The young master sighed sadly again, closed the window and picked up the book, but his eyes couldn't help but fall on the dry bamboo branch on the desk, which was his

He found a bit of unburnt souvenir from the edge of the cliff. He made a piece of dead branch into a bamboo flute and carried it with him.

"Taoist Master Lin said, it must be the bamboo spirit who is causing trouble again!" The book boy himself was nagging, "Although she fell off the cliff and died, she turned into a ghost and came back to haunt you. If it weren't for you, sir,

The aura of nobility on her body is too strong, that thing dare not enter the study, maybe you, sir, will be attracted by her..."

The young master was a little upset after being nagged by the boy, so he put down the book and left the study. He wanted to go outside and enjoy the night breeze to calm his troubled mind.

"Sir, you haven't taken your medicine yet!" The book boy came out to stop him and said, "You can't go out so late, Taoist priest Lin said...".

The book boy saw that Mr. Su had just turned around a clump of green cypresses and disappeared when he chased after him. He couldn't help but murmured to himself in surprise, "Why is he missing? He was here just now. Could it be... another goblin?".

Goblin?

The book boy thought of this and turned around and ran down the mountain. His young master was kidnapped by a goblin. He had to go find Mr. Lin to slay the demon and eliminate the evil spirits and rescue Mr. Su back.

The young master hid in the woods because he wanted to be alone and quiet. Ever since the girl in green hurriedly fell off the cliff with him, the young master became ill. He had been ill for several days. He couldn't take any medicine and was not in the mood to read sages.

The book seeks fame.

When Su Wen entrusted the child to him, he promised to take good care of her, but after only meeting her once, he killed her because of his stupidity and cowardice. Mr. Su sighed with regret every day amid self-blame.

He even wanted to jump off the cliff and die with her to comfort the regret and uneasiness in his heart. The man in white was right. He broke his promise to his friend and was worse than a beast with a human face and a beast heart!

However, he has to fulfill his filial piety when he goes to a high court, and he also needs to obtain a meritorious service and return to his hometown to honor his ancestors. He cannot be so selfish that he would die to escape. Therefore, Mr. Su has been living in this extremely contradictory mood during this period, and he is miserable.

The clouds dispersed in the night sky, and the moonlight was a little blurry.

In the hazy night, there seemed to be a figure standing by the bamboo bushes, fluttering softly in the wind. Although it was not very clear, there was a sense of familiarity.

"You...are you? Is it...her?" The young master was surprised. If he had seen such a shadow in the middle of the night before, he would have been frightened and fled. After all, if he wanted to be a saint, he had to save his life first.

But at this time, he hoped that he was not wrong. Even if he knew that she had fallen off the cliff and died, he still wanted to find her ghost and say a few words to her, and tell her his true thoughts, even if he was scolded as an elm.

He is also willing to be stupid and stupid in his head.

"Young Master...do you remember me? Thank you..." There was an emerald green bamboo flute in her hand. It seemed that she had just played the flute music to lure him out.

But in the middle of the night, she was invited to meet by a ghost in this remote and uninhabited bamboo forest. Did she want to come back to seek revenge on him for being misunderstood?

"You're welcome! I was too stupid at the time. If I could have understood what you meant earlier, you wouldn't have..." Mr. Su stepped forward and wanted to hold her hand, "Follow me! Come back with me, I will

Protect yours well...".

After being pulled by him, the girl did not go back to the study with him. Instead, she stood there and sighed sadly. After the young master held her hand, he exclaimed in surprise, "How could you... do this?".

His hand slipped through the girl's body. His hand was empty and he didn't grab anything. Mr. Su fell to the ground and was stunned.

"Young Master is frightened!" The girl took a few steps back consciously and explained, "Young Master, there is no need to be afraid. Even though I am already a soul, I will never harm you...".

"Ghost?" Mr. Su didn't show any fear, but sighed, "I guessed it, it's all my fault. Tell me, how can I help you?".

The girl shook her head and said, "Young Master has helped me a lot. If I hadn't picked up the bamboo branch from the cliff and allowed me to condense into shape and escape from the bottom of the valley, I might have really suffered humiliation!".

"Bamboo branches? You mean...that piece of dead bamboo that has not been burned out?" Mr. Su asked in surprise, "Can it condense you into shape and escape from the bottom of the valley?".

It was not an unintentional coincidence that he picked up the bamboo branch, but he received guidance from an expert in his dream. Someone told him that if he wanted to see a girl, he should go to the cliff and find the bamboo branch. Sure enough, his dream came true.

"That's right! The bottom of the valley is so spooky and terrifying that it never sees the light of day. It is where the ghosts of the place gather and their souls are tortured. If you fall into it, you will be harassed by the ghosts, and you will be helpless that day..." The girl sighed quietly, "Although some people are born

But as a human being, he has the face of a human and the heart of an animal. If you spread rumors to confuse the public for your own selfish interests, you should be careful..."

Mr. Su was stunned for a moment and asked, "You want to say that Taoist Lin, he...is not a good person?".

"I'm just a demon soul, not even a ghost. I don't dare to pray that the young master will believe me, but I hope that the young master will be a blessing to the heaven and earth. I'll take my leave..." The girl bowed to the young master, turned around and disappeared into the bamboo forest.

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"Hey, hey...you...that flute girl..." The young master didn't know her name, but when he saw the bamboo flute in her hand, he blurted out, "Don't leave, I can protect you...".

She thought he would protect her before, but she mistakenly trusted him and placed all her hopes on him. But in the end, she was forced to fall into a deep valley and died without a burial place.

"You... don't believe me?" Young Master murmured to himself, "I don't blame you, it's all my fault! If I weren't so pedantic and stupid, if I believed in you, if I could understand your mind earlier, if I

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At this point, no matter how many assumptions you make, it is meaningless. If you only live in those 'what ifs' that you will regret later, you may be miserable, right?

Maybe he himself doesn't know whether Mr. Su has this idea, but someone has already thought of it for him.

Under the hazy moonlight, a wisp of black smoke slowly floated towards the edge of the bamboo forest. There was a wind in the mountains, which made the branches and leaves sway with a murderous atmosphere. Dark clouds covered the moon in the heavy night sky.

However, the wisp of black smoke kept traveling against the wind, passed through the pines and bamboo branches, and circled around the young master. The dark brown smoke spread silently, like a large invisible net, covering Mr. Su in it.

The young master is still thinking about the 'what if' possibilities. He wants to try his best to save the situation and make some compensation to 'Miss Xiao'. However, with his current ability, besides sighing here, even if he wants to break his head,

, seems to be of no help.

The black smoke swayed a few times in the night, and suddenly tightened down to cover Mr. Su's body. When Mr. Su felt uncomfortable and woke up from his thoughts, he was already wrapped in the net and could not move.
Chapter completed!