The sound of the hair dryer barrel stops.

Xu Qing stopped arranging Jiang He's hair, thought for a moment and asked, "What does it look like?"

He subconsciously felt that Jiang He had seen something he didn't understand, such as an aunt wearing a facial mask and going out to get express delivery or something passing by the window...

"The hair is long, longer than mine."

Jiang He said, turned around and pushed his hair to the front, covering his entire face, and explained: "That's probably what it looks like."

"..."

Xu Qing frowned. It was quite a visual impact for Jiang He to cover his face with his long hair in the middle of the night. "Then what?"

"Then his face turned very white, very white, just like...whiter than the wall." Jiang He pointed at the snow-white wall.

"No..."

"He's also wearing a blue, weird-looking robe with such long sleeves—"

Jiang He continued to gesture.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Xu Qing lost his composure and turned around to look around the living room. Considering the recent rumors of being haunted, he suddenly felt guilty.

What on earth did Jiang He see?

"..."

"..."

The two of them stared at each other and fell into silence.

Even when Jiang He was drying his hair, his sword stood upright and leaned against the leg of the chair.

"Ahem... Well, ghosts don't exist. There is no such thing in this world. It has to be scientific. Think about it. If this ghost thing really existed, how many people would have died over the past few thousand years. How many people would die?

Yes? Where do they live, right?"

Xu Qing tried to explain this kind of thing scientifically: "You may be too stressed and hallucinating. Dry your hair quickly and go to bed."

A girl comes to a completely unfamiliar world all alone. It is normal to have random thoughts. If she is a weaker woman, she may collapse directly...

Jiang He obviously didn't believe what he said, but he didn't say anything more. He turned around and continued to let Xu Qing help him dry his hair. His hand quietly touched the hilt of the sword and tightened it.

"Ghosts are very scary things where we live," she said.

"It's also something very scary here."

"Really?"

"Of course." Xu Qing flipped up her long, silky hair and added, "But the problem is that it doesn't exist. It's completely impossible to exist. Do you understand?"

"Then why were there mages catching ghosts a few days ago?"

"Because others mistakenly think there is a ghost, but in fact there is not."

"Yes, I saw it."

"..."

The lights in the living room were bright, and Xu Qing felt a chill for no reason.

There are already existences like Jiang He, so it doesn't seem like something outrageous to see a ghost appear?

"I don't know if my sword can hurt it." Jiang He frowned, thinking about how to protect himself in this dangerous world.

"Stop talking, make it look like the real thing...I'll ask Uncle Zhao to borrow the peach wood sword tomorrow and see if I can borrow it."

"good."

The hair dryer was whining, and the two of them were thinking about their own thoughts. Jiang He's hair was quickly blown, and he stood up and shook his head, not forgetting to pick up his sword.

"Thank you, young hero."

"No need to be polite."

Xu Qing responded with a decent gesture, unplugged the plug, put the hair dryer away, and urged: "Go to bed quickly."

"I……"

Jiang He hesitated to speak, hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and went back to his room.

The light in the living room was turned off. After a while, Xu Qing remembered that she hadn't taken a shower yet, so she turned it on again. She took off her slippers and went into the bathroom. There was still a trace of water vapor inside, bringing with it a warm and humid temperature and the fragrance of shower gel.

After all, there is a big difference between living with two people and living alone.

If you were alone, you might be a little scared after hearing Jiang He's description.

After thinking about it, Xu Qing shortened the time it took him by one-third of the usual time after taking a shower. He dried his body and ran out with his clothes in his arms. When he was about to turn off the light in the living room, his eyes glanced at the computer on the table and he made a move.

, an idea came to mind.

…

In the bedroom cleared out from the utility room.

Jiang He listened to the noise outside and sat on the bed for a while with her sword in her hand. She should have practiced sword practice at this time and then went to sleep, but she didn't want to move at all.

There were several piles of clothes neatly folded on the bedside, which Xu Qing bought for her. Although the style seemed a bit weird to her, it was still much better than the short skirts and shorts she saw on the street.

Jeans, sweaters, jackets... Jiang He observed everything carefully every time he went out, and he was very sure that the ones Xu Qing bought for her were all very conservative ones.

The young hero is a good person...

Under the pillow was a coarse linen suit, the same suit he had worn when he first came here. Jiang He reached out and took it out from under it, put it on his lap and looked down, stroking the patches with his fingers.

Compared with the clothes I'm wearing now, the shoulders are slightly narrower, the sleeves are much shorter, and the thick fabric feels rough to the touch——

If she were still in the village, Erniang should have had this dress cut and altered for her, right? Add some sleeves and make the collar looser.

The boss... the second mother...

"Martial arts come from fighting, don't be afraid of pain! If anyone looks down on you, beat them as hard as you can until they surrender, and no one will dare to mess with you!"

"...Little girls don't even know how to sew clothes. They spend all day wielding swords. Let's see how they get married... Come and try this dress. If it doesn't suit you, take it back and I'll help you change it."

Just over a month has passed, but it seems like a long time has passed.

It's been more than a thousand years.

Jiang He rubbed the patches on his linen clothes, let out a long sigh, collected his thoughts, put away his clothes, and raised his hand to pick up the sword next to him.

No matter where you are, you have to live and live well after all.

This dangerous world...

She made up her mind to practice martial arts against that disheveled ghost, and was about to practice her sword.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

The room door rings.

Holding the sword, he went over and opened the door. Jiang He was slightly startled to see Xu Qing standing at the door with a dark face.

"come here."

Seeing Jiang He open the door, Xu Qing didn't say anything nonsense, turned back to the table, pointed at the computer and said, "Is this what you see?"

He just felt something strange. After taking a shower, he turned on the computer, but it didn't turn off. It was just closed and entered sleep mode. He looked at the player record again, oh.

The old corpse in the mountain village.

Jiang He tightened his grip on the sword nervously, "Yes, I saw it on the surveillance camera."

"..."

Xu Qing gnashed his teeth and didn't know how to explain that clairvoyance is clairvoyance, video is video, and surveillance is surveillance.

There are more than 300 gigabytes of various video movies on the D drive he made. If Jiang He continues to watch them like this, it will be a proper world of high-level martial arts. Science is useless!

Looking at Jiang He's frightened eyes, Xu Qing was angry and funny. When he was a child, he was so scared by Chu Renmei that he didn't dare to go to the toilet...

"Forget it, you go to bed first and I will explain to you tomorrow."

"If in the middle of the night..."

"Don't worry, nothing happened." Xu Qing interrupted, shaking the mouse and clicking the cross, "Okay, I've sealed her, sleep peacefully."
Chapter completed!