Before leaving, Shen Beizhu turned around and asked, "Sister, where is Bai'er?"
"That child was just like you when you were a child. He disappeared after leaving private school." Shen Xiqin raised his eyes and looked at Shen Beizhu, "Third brother, I have nothing to do with Liu Ziyan. I only have your brother-in-law in my heart."
Shen Beizhu clasped his fists and left.
Watching his leaving figure, Shen Xiqin murmured, "Everything I do is for the Shen family."
"The personalities of your eldest sister and your second sister are quite different."
Shen Nan's paintings are unruly, while Shen Xiqin's paintings are gentle and graceful.
Shen Beizhu curled his lips, "The eldest sister used to be just like the second sister. She became gentle only after getting married and having children."
When Shen Xiqin was still in Prince Shen's Mansion, she was even more willful than Shen Nanhua, and no one in the whole government could control her.
Thinking of the past time, Shen Beizhu couldn't help but smile.
After returning to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Yan Yan lay straight on the imperial concubine's couch and drove Shen Beizhu to the side room.
Qingyu, who used to draw symbols and meditate, was also lying on the couch. His breathing was steady and he seemed to have fallen asleep.
For a while, Shen Beizhu had nothing to do and was lying on the bed in the wing room.
The bed was softer than the imperial concubine's bed. It had not been so comfortable for a long time, and I fell asleep as soon as I closed my eyes.
In a daze, a refreshing fragrance surrounded him, and his whole body seemed to be lying in a sea of flowers.
The delicate gauze slid across his face, and Shen Beizhu unconsciously searched for the scent.
Gradually approaching with a fragrant breath, he stretched out his hands to hug the woman in front of him.
"Click——"
When I leaned forward, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of my neck.
Shen Beizhu shrank his neck, feeling like it was about to break. When he opened his eyes, he saw Yan Yan looking at him with an unfulfilled look.
"How long do you want to hug me?" Yan Yan asked sadly.
Hearing this, Shen Beizhu's eyes were confused for a moment, and he looked intently at... the thing in his arms.
"Eh-" He took a breath of cold air.
Shen Beizhu threw out the things in his arms.
A ghost that could not be identified as male or female, with disheveled clothes and covered with malignant sores and tumors.
Like the bumps on a toad's back, it covered its entire tongue. The ghost stretched out such a terrifying tongue and looked at Shen Beizhu with watery eyes and bewilderment.
Shen Beizhu followed Yan Yan. He had seen the world and was no longer afraid of these disgusting-looking ghosts.
But after seeing the charming eyes of this ghost, he couldn't help but feel his stomach churn.
Covering his mouth, he bent down and began to retching.
"Weren't you still looking obsessed just now?" Yan Yan walked to Shen Beizhu and looked at him coldly, "As my good grandson, you are so useless, can't you notice that something is wrong at all? ?”
"I, vomit, I thought, vomit, you were, vomit, around, vomit, so I, vomit..."
"Okay, okay." Yan Yan waved his hands in disgust.
The ghost behind him had been controlled by Qing Yu, and shivered into a ball. When Yan Yan walked towards it, he wanted to crawl into a crack in the ground.
Yan Yan lowered his eyes, stared at the ghost, and frowned, "So weak?"
"I think so too." Qingyu also frowned, "I thought it was a fierce ghost, but it doesn't even look like a resentful ghost."
"But it dares to provoke us." Yan Yan approached the ghost and saw that its soul was shrinking into a ball more and more, with a lack of ambition.
Since you don't want to go to the underworld after death and choose to be a ghost in the world, don't look timid.
What is the difference between a ghost like it and the rat that everyone shouts about during the holidays?
Qingyu took out her long sword and wanted to drive away the ghost.
Without any effort at all, the ghost that was still huddled in a ball disappeared.
The opportunity for reincarnation is only at the moment of death.
After becoming a ghost, if you want to reincarnate in the underworld, you have to look at opportunities. If you meet a kind-hearted ghost, you will be able to help you along, but if you don't, you will just die.
As long as Qing Yu stepped forward to stop him before he made his move, the ghost would have a chance to be reincarnated.
But she didn't.
She felt it was unfair to other ghosts after death.
As they are clerical Yin officials, immortal and immortal, the price is fair, otherwise only heavenly punishment will be waiting for them in the end.
Shen Beizhu vomited so much that his stomach almost vomited. After the ghost disappeared, he discovered that they were in Xu Yiyuan's bedroom.
I remembered what Yan Yan said during the day, "Tonight you will know what the ghost in the painting looks like."
It seems that Yan Yan and Qing Yu set up a trap early on.
The pillow cover on the secret play picture scroll has been taken off, but Shen Beizhu didn't think it was him who took it off.
After thinking for a moment, it should be Shuangmao.
Yesterday, Yan Yan warned everyone, but he didn't tell Shuang Mao that he couldn't reveal the scroll.
Shen Beizhu didn't want to ask how he got into this bedroom. Anyway, Yan Yu and Qing Yu had more magical powers than the other.
"Lead Shen Beizhu out." Yan Yan took down the secret play scroll, his tone colder than the snow outside.
Qingyu picked up the long sword and took Shen Beizhu out of the bedroom without asking any questions.
"Why is she angry?" Shen Beizhu and Qingyu walked outside the yard.
"It's probably you, Master Qi Shen."
"I?"
"That ghost is just an ordinary wild ghost, not even a serious ghost. Mr. Shen, you followed Miss Yan and actually got hit by it. How can Miss Yan not be angry?"
"So that's it." Shen Beizhu said disappointedly.
"This is for you." Qingyu returned the white silk paper to Shen Beizhu, "Master Shen, you'd better put this thing away properly."
In the bedroom.
Yan Yan looked at the secret play picture in his hand, and with cold eyes he collected the picture and rolled it into a bundle.
He paused, turned around, and threw the scroll violently.
"Ding--"
The scroll hit the soft bronze mirror and fell onto the dressing table.
Stepping forward and looking at himself twisted in the soft bronze mirror, Yan Yan's eyes were as gloomy as stagnant water.
He stretched out his hand, and a huge sickle appeared in his hand, with its sharp tip standing on the mirror.
After a while, when Yan Yan impatiently stretched the sickle forward, ripples appeared on the surface of the bronze mirror like water, and the tip of the sickle was sucked in.
Just after the tip of the knife was sucked in, cracks suddenly appeared on the mirror surface, and the cracks spread until the entire bronze mirror finally turned into pieces.
"I'm stealing souls, what do you think?" Yan Yan looked helplessly at the bronze mirror.
With a move of his hand, the tip of the sickle was nailed to the dressing table.
Suddenly, a wisp of black air floated under the tip of the knife, and disappeared after touching the soul-stealing knife.
"After all the trouble, it turns out you were the one causing the trouble."
As soon as she finished speaking, she pulled up the sword and smashed it on the dressing table.
In an instant, the dressing table fell into pieces.
The evil ghost hiding inside jumped out and left. With a wave of the sickle in Yan Yan's hand, it pierced its heart and lungs.
Hanging on the Soul Reaver Knife, it kept screaming, and then stopped making any movement after a while.
Yan Yan glanced at the door. Outside the door, facing the courtyard, stood Qingyu and Shen Beizhu.
He knocked the handle of the knife in his hand lightly on the ground.
A formation unfolded and surrounded the entire bedroom.
After the door to the underworld opened, she kicked the evil ghost down, closed the door, and then took back the formation.
With Qingyu's ability, if she didn't deploy the formation, she would definitely know her identity.