She wrapped herself in a ball with a quilt, striking like a headless fly.

Just can't rush out.

The woman shook her head, sighed sadly, and pointed to the direction of the door: "Young Master, the door is over there."

She reached out to stroke her face, looking sad. The one she loved to cherish most during her lifetime. After her death, I don’t know if she became ugly.

Is it so scary now?

As soon as Li Qiming rushed out, he rushed towards his brother's room, looking back and slapped the door hard.

If he knew that he would encounter ghosts when he lived here, he would not come to live there any more.

The palms of my hands were red, and there was no movement inside.

Li Jinxing woke up from the meditation and heard the howling of ghosts and wolves: "Brother...Brother, come out! If you don't come out, your good brother will die."

He stretched out his body, inhale and breathed, feeling that he had improved a lot.

I got up and got out of bed, and as soon as I pushed open the door of the room, I was staggered.

Looking at the man wrapped in a quilt, he muttered something, and he blocked the door: "It's so called the soul in the middle of the night!"

Li Qiming held the quilt, only his eyes were exposed, his face was pale, and he looked around and nervously: "Brother, there is a ghost, I saw a ghost."

Li Jinxing twitched his eyebrows and pulled him back: "Get back to your room."

"I really saw the ghost. She was floating, floating in front of my eyes."

Li Qiming shook his tail, broke free from his brother's hand, ran over to lie on the bed, and wrapped himself into rice dumplings: "I'm going to sleep here tonight."

He won't go out if he beat him to death.

Li Jin walked over and lifted the quilt: "Don't let me chase you."

Li Qiming grabbed him and begged: "Brother, my good brother, you can't leave me behind! I'm young and haven't lived enough yet, and I don't want to die!"

Li Jinxing reached out and touched his forehead: "Have you had a nightmare?"

Such a big man, why do you still look like a child?

"It's not a nightmare, it's a ghost, it's a ghost. That ghost is in my room, and it's still a female ghost."

Li Qiming looked at the wooden room and was mysterious: "Is this house too old and attracting ghosts?"

"Female ghost?" Li Jinxing raised his eyebrows: "Where did the female ghost come from? Even if there is one, you summoned him without worrying about anything."

"How is that possible? I'm not a yin body or something."

Li Qiming remembered something, had an idea, and remembered the piece of talisman paper that was holding her over in the sky.

He opened the quilt and touched it. A talisman floated out of the quilt, which was the one he took to.

A soft light emanates at this moment.

Seeing such a strange scene, Li Qiming went crazy: "Damn it, no! I didn't expect that thing could attract ghosts! What should I do now? Should I go to the next door to invite my sister-in-law over?"

How old is Xiaomu? Can he draw talisman paper for tricking ghosts?

These are all strange abilities.

"No." Li Jinxing refused.

At this time, it was time to sleep well, so you couldn't disturb her.

"Brother, let's sleep together tonight!"

Li Qiming looked shy: "I can't sleep alone. Let's go next door tomorrow and ask my sister-in-law to help?"

When I answered, I heard the familiar and misty female voice.

"Young Master, don't drive me away."

The female ghost came in, with a sad look on her face: "My name is Mudan, I am just a lonely ghost, and I have absolutely no intention of harming others. Can you not drive me away?"

Li Jinxing looked at the female ghost and asked quietly: "What are you doing here?"

"I was summoned. The world has changed so much. I have been dead for a long time. I can't even ask for help." Mudan said sadly.

I was disliked as soon as I came out. This taste was really bad.

"Which year did you die?"

"The 32nd year of the Republic of China."

Li Qiming was amazed that with his elder brother there, he was a little braver: "That's going to take eighty or ninety years!"

The woman said in a daze: "Has it been so long? No wonder everything I have seen these days is so strange."

She is still so young, she has been helpless all her life, living in the mirror and water all day long, and she dies before she can enjoy it.

The soul has not been trapped for so long.

She was unwilling to accept it.

Li Qiming poked out a head and asked curiously: "How did you die?"

Such a beautiful woman died at such a young age. If she were herself, she would not be willing to leave the world!

Mudan recalled: "The little girl was originally a Paramount singer. She was very popular for a while. Later, she was attracted by warlords and took her home. She became the eighth concubine of the warlords. She was favored for many years."

She entered Paramount at the age of fifteen and became the top singer of Paramount at the age of eighteen.

At the age of twenty, he became the wife of the warlord.

"A few years later, my master was killed by a new warlord. The new warlord looked at me and wanted to take me into the room. He was persuaded by a Taoist priest. The Taoist priest pointed at me and said that I was a monster. If I took me, I would end up like a warlord.

The new warlord gave up on me. After I was poisoned by the Taoist priest, my soul was trapped in a dark place. When I came out again, I became a lonely ghost and wandered aimlessly for several days. After passing here, I felt the summoning."

Li Qiming finally came out of the quilt: "It's been so long now, and the new warlords and the Taoist priest are gone!"

Mudan's face looked like a touch of intention: "No, the Taoist priest is still alive. After I escape, I am afraid of being caught again, so I hide from him far away."

Li Qiming was so scared that he even forgot to be afraid: "Then what do you want to do? Do you want to take revenge?"

"I don't want to take revenge, I just want to meet this world and the women in this world."

Peony looked yearning: "They are much better than mine at that time."

In her era, there were oppression inside and strong enemies outside.

Warlords fought everywhere, grab territory, gold, silver and jewelry, and women.

A woman without power is a product, and a woman from a poor family can only be traded at will. In such a place where she is sensual and sensual, she has no dignity, and is even given to powerful people or wealthy businessmen.
Chapter completed!