The voice was ethereal and distant, yet it was as if it was in my ears instantly.

"He Xiaoman..."

"He Xiaoman..."

"He Xiaoman..."

He Xiaoman did not answer the other party's question directly, but asked the other party: "Who are you?"

"He Xiaoman..."

"He Xiaoman..."

"He Xiaoman..."

She didn't know whether the other party had no intention of communicating with her or just couldn't understand the human language. She still insisted on calling He Xiaoman's name at the top of her lungs.

He Xiaoman had three black lines hanging from his forehead: Brother, you came up here and called me three times to ask me to agree. Do you have a purple, gold, red gourd, or a mutton-fat jade purification bottle? If you want to ask me for help, I am not very sincere.

Have you? You should tell yourself where you are now!

After asking who the other party was again to no avail, He Xiaoman became completely irritable: "Are you the one who doesn't want to stay in Xiaonanhe... ghost?"

On the dry Xiaonan River bed, only the cold wind howled, and after He Xiaoman's roar, everything fell silent.

She waited for a long time but did not see the other party's next step. She suddenly regretted it and began to examine herself: Am I too rude? Should I agree? Should I ask the other party in return?

But she was also afraid that if she agreed, she would follow in the footsteps of the great sage. She didn't have the all-powerful abilities, she was just a weak and helpless little beauty.

After waiting for a while, the cold wind blew more and more fiercely, and there was no news of anyone or ghosts.

Apart from Yuan Dewang, He Xiaoman had no experience in dealing with ghosts. As time passed, she felt anxious and depressed. It would be great if ghosts were as straightforward as Yuan Dewang!

The bulletin board was always quiet, with no task progress or prompts at all. Obviously, this meant that she had not yet come into contact with the dear friend who needed to return to his hometown.

In desperation, He Xiaoman had to start talking to himself again: "I sincerely want to help him, but what should I do if he doesn't come out?"

The bulletin board remains as quiet as a chicken.

It seems that the rules do not allow the bulletin board to give her any further reminders.

He Xiaoman started to circle around the three big rocks, wondering if the address given by her fourth uncle was wrong? But she followed the route strictly according to her uncle's instructions. The distance was about the same, and there was a small turn ahead.

, there is a willow tree that has fallen down in the corner, and there are three big rocks in the crown of the willow tree.

That's right, every point matches.

Could it be that my assumptions were wrong? This matter has nothing to do with the fourth uncle digging sand?

Homeowners are really not that easy to do. The longer they stay outside, the colder they feel. Especially when there are no buildings to block the wind, this coldness can penetrate deep into the bones.

He Xiaoman was so cold that he gritted his teeth, so he decided to use his trump card - burning paper money.

She really didn't want to use this method unless she had to.

She asked the shop owner, but if you don’t know the other person’s name, you won’t be able to receive it unless you are in the other person’s cemetery. And burning paper in the wilderness can also easily attract some ghosts to come and snatch it. The person used a very strange method.

He glanced at He Xiaoman and said, "Try not to go alone at night. It's easy to attract things."

He Xiaomanhun nodded and thanked her nonchalantly and left. She was actually scared, but she was just rushing to find something for her trip. I asked you whether this feeling of "knowing that there are tigers in the mountains and preferring to travel to the tiger mountains" is exciting.

Now He Xiaoman was really stimulated. It had been an hour, and her nose was so cold that her nose was dripping with cold, and she didn't see the nameless ghost coming out.

Just as he was about to take out the various gold and silver treasures he had prepared to attract the money-obsessed ghost, He Xiaoman suddenly discovered that fog had started to form around her.

It was clear that just now the moon was clear and the stars were thin and the cold wind was howling, but now all that can be felt is an increasingly thicker mist.

Is that the one who came?

The original owner and He Xiaoman once played a trick on the wall. Is this another form of tricking on the wall?

Sure enough, everything around him began to gradually become blurry, and He Xiaoman could no longer see the three stones and the willow tree dumped on the river.

"He Xiaoman..."

"He Xiaoman..."

"He Xiaoman..."

here we go again.

It seems that this ghost must call out three times every time it appears.

However, the more the other party called out like this, the less He Xiaoman dared to agree.

You only have one life, if you lose it, you are really gone.

"Who are you? If you have any unfulfilled wishes, you can tell me and I will try my best to help you."

"You help me? You'd better help yourself!"

The voice suddenly stopped calling her name, and instead answered He Xiaoman in a ghostly manner.

What surprised He Xiaoman was that the bulletin board still said nothing. Could it be that the building order also had a signal dead zone? Or was her bulletin board down?

The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and the light of He Xiaoman's headlight could only shine in front of her eyes, but it still made her aware of a rolling fog in the thick fog. A feeling of extreme danger made He Xiaoman subconsciously take a few steps back quickly.

Thanks to her usual efforts to climb up and down and move beer boxes to give herself a body that responds quickly, a black shadow brushed against He Xiaoman's cheek and flew past, disappearing into the fog again. If it weren't for the thick shadow where the black shadow disappeared.

The fog rolled in so differently that He Xiaoman almost thought he had been dazzled just now.

There was no time for her to think, and the mist on the left began to billow again. He Xiaoman reached out and touched his treasure bag. At the same time, he suddenly remembered that when he was a child, he heard the old people say that when you hit the wall, you are afraid of dirty things and the strong yang energy.

, so as long as there is the sun, the wall will not appear.

I heard that watering a wall with child urine will cause it to collapse.

But she is only a twenty-seven-year-old virgin.

Besides, even if it works, she still can’t pee now!

Touching a cylinder in his hand, He Xiaoman suddenly felt blessed. He didn't know if this thing could be considered a strong yang energy.

She took out the anti-wolf spray, held it in her hand, pointed it at the mist that was boiling like boiling water, and sprayed it with a "pop" sound.

"Zhi~zhizhi~"

As expected, the dense fog there became much thinner, revealing a small, black and skinny figure in the fog. The thing had a strong bounce and came straight towards He Xiaoman's face. Its two withered and dark bird claws were trying to blind He Xiaoman.

eyes.

At the same time, there was something in the mist on the right that seemed to be about to pounce. The one in front of me has not been solved yet. The helper of this thing has arrived again. Fortunately, He Xiaoman remained calm in the face of danger. Although his heart was pounding and almost about to pop out, his thinking remained the same.

Make the most correct judgment calmly.

Suddenly a large, gleaming kitchen knife appeared in her hand and slashed at the thing that was about to hit her face. The other hand was aimed at the thick fog and made several "puff" sounds in succession.

There were endless screams of "squeaking" in the mist, but the worst thing was the one that wanted to blind He Xiaoman's eyes. He Xiaoman's hand holding the anti-wolf spray was always facing the mist defensively, while the other hand was on

The hand in the treasure bag had already grasped the kitchen knife tightly.
Chapter completed!