The oil-paper umbrella immediately started to vibrate up and down like a boiling oil pan.
"What are you going to do?" "Run quickly." "Slip, slip," and the last one is a long-tongued ghost who can't curl up his tongue.
Yu Sheng immediately stopped, holding something wet and soft in his hand, thinking that this thing would make me a rogue.
He grabbed hold of the soft object and pulled the ghost out, only to find that what he was pulling was her long tongue.
"Sorry, sorry." Yu Sheng let go of his tongue and wiped his hands on the rag.
The long-tongued ghost turned around and ran away, but Yu Sheng, who had sharp eyes and quick hands, grabbed his tongue again, tied it in a knot and tied it to a chair.
"Hehe, hehe", the long-tongued ghost stuck out his tongue and tried to break free, but was unable to do so.
"Let me go, let me go." The long-tongued ghost rushed up to scare Yu Sheng, but Yu Sheng pinned him down on the chair.
"I'm asking you, if you answer honestly, and if you're satisfied with the answer, I'll let you go later." Yu Sheng couldn't help but follow her conversation.
"Really?" The long-tongued ghost stopped, and when Yu Sheng nodded, he sat down quietly.
"How did you die?"
The long-tongued ghost rolled his eyes at Yu Sheng and flicked his tongue, but his handsome movement was stopped by the chair, so he said resentfully: "What do you mean?"
"Ahem." Yu Sheng was a little embarrassed at being despised, so he hurriedly drank to cover it up.
The long-tongued ghost looked at the wine and was a little greedy, "Give me some, too."
Yu Sheng was surprised, "Can you drink?"
The long-tongued ghost was surprised, "Why can't I drink? I'm telling you, you can't look down on my long-tongued ones."
"Okay, okay." Yu Sheng was a little tired and had to guess what she said. He poured a bowl of wine for her and untied his tongue.
The long-tongued ghost didn't run away anymore. It was like a cow drinking water, rolling up the wine with its long tongue and flicking it into the mouth.
"I'll go." Yu Sheng wiped his face with alcohol on his face.
"Sorry." The long-tongued ghost said embarrassedly.
Yu Sheng wanted to end the conversation as soon as possible, "Why don't you go to reincarnation?"
Yu Sheng was actually a little embarrassed when he saw the long-tongued ghost, "You don't have to get what you want?"
Yu Sheng nodded, "Otherwise I'll put you back again."
"So, so, so." The long-tongued ghost said hurriedly.
Then, as she spoke without raising her tongue, Yu Sheng made a few guesses, and then laughed unkindly.
The long-tongued ghost was angry with her husband and couldn't think about it, so he hanged himself with a rope.
But when she was suffocating, because she still had nostalgia for the world, she regretted it again.
However, the stool was kicked, and she could only die in infinite regret.
Because of the injustice of death and her nostalgia for the human world, she refused reincarnation and stayed in the world.
But before she could develop ghost powers, she was trapped by Wu Zhu and became his tool to exorcise ghosts.
"Now, are you going to stay in the human world, or choose reincarnation?" Yu Sheng asked her.
"Reincarnation." The long-tongued ghost told Yu Sheng that cultivating ghost power requires too much obsession.
She didn't know that, if she continued to stay in this world, she would soon be reincarnated, and there was also the danger of being trapped by Wu Zhu.
It's better to leave now.
"You can go now." Yu Sheng said.
"Really?" The long-tongued ghost opened his eyes wide.
Yu Sheng nodded.
"But I want to finish this bowl of wine." The long-tongued ghost said coquettishly.
Yu Sheng got out of the way and said, "Drink, drink."
The tongue of the long-tongued ghost licked the wine bowl, slowly turning into little white particles of light in the spray of water.
These light particles formed a delicate and beautiful woman, and then slowly dispersed.
"Thank you." A clear and soft voice sounded softly in Yu Sheng's ears.
After the light particles disappeared, the system's cold voice sounded in time:
Life is too beautiful, please don't give up easily. The host successfully rescues the trapped long-tongued ghost and is rewarded with ten merit points.
I will breathe a sigh of relief for the rest of my life, as a long-tongued ghost, and for my own merit.
He stretched out his hand and pulled out another ghost from the umbrella. It was the long-haired ghost that collided with the Heavenly Master that day.
Yu Sheng tied his hair to a chair, and after a long time the two of them sat down to drink and chat in peace.
The long-haired ghost stayed in the world to find a ghost, a female ghost, who was once his wife.
The long-haired ghost was a martial artist when he was born. He left his newlywed wife and rushed to Julong City because of being a escort. However, he was attacked by a ferocious beast Qiongqi when he was passing through Mount Gui.
Although the long-haired ghost and the others were lucky enough to escape, after arriving at Julong City, there were only a dozen people left in the team of hundreds.
The journey back was long and dangerous, so the surviving companions of the long-haired ghost decided not to return to Yangzhou City.
The long-haired ghost was homesick and determined to go back.
But the ferocious beast Qiongqi is an existence that even ordinary sword fairies cannot defeat. With it blocking the road, the long-haired ghost searched Julong City, and no one dared to go to Yangzhou City.
The long-haired ghost can only stay in Julong City, hoping that the ferocious beast Qiongqi will leave, or that a bold team will go to Yangzhou or nearby cities.
He waited for ten years, and when the long-haired ghost entered middle age, he finally heard the news of Qiongqi's departure.
So he happily followed the caravan that was the first to go southeast in ten years from Julong City and set off for Gusu City.
After going through many difficulties and dangers, he reached Gusu City and returned to Yangzhou City from Gusu City. It took him a year to finally return to his hometown.
When he entered Yangzhou City, it was already dark. He was walking on the street where his home was, and his heart was beating "thumping, thumping".
When he walked along the familiar road to the door of his house, he found that the front door was overgrown with weeds and seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.
Fortunately, there was dim light shining through the windows inside the house.
He hurriedly opened the door and went in, where he saw his wife lying drowsily beside the candlelight, with embroidery on the table.
His wife heard the noise and raised her head to find it was him. She was not very surprised and said with a smile: "You are back."
For a moment, he felt strange, feeling that he was in a dream, because his wife's appearance and voice had not changed at all in ten years.
But he didn't care to think about this anymore, and pulled his wife to talk to each other, but she insisted on getting up and cooking a meal for him.
That meal was his favorite.
He was indeed hungry at that time, and while he was devouring his food, he looked up and saw his wife looking at her blankly.
He said, "You eat too."
His wife shook her head and advised him to eat more, "It will be difficult to eat again in the future."
He didn't understand at the time, so he simply excused his wife and said that he would never leave again after coming back and would always be by her side.
His wife nodded and agreed with a smile. After he finished his meal, he made the bed for him and advised him to go to bed and rest.
He was really tired at the time, so he lay on the bed as he was told. His wife lay beside him and looked at him quietly.
He told about his guilt, waiting, longing and the hardship of traveling.
The wife talked about what happened after he left,
As he talked, he slowly fell into a deep sleep.
In the morning, when the sun was about three o'clock in the morning, he slowly woke up.
When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that the house was no longer clean as it was yesterday. There were spider webs everywhere and it had not been occupied for a long time.
When he sat up, he saw himself lying on the rotten wooden board.
He turned around to look at his wife anxiously, only to find that there was no one next to her.
Everything yesterday seemed like a dream.
It wasn't until he saw the dishes on the table that he had not had time to clear away last night that he was convinced that everything last night was true.
He had a bad premonition and ran out of the house in panic. He stood on the roadside and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar ruins in front of him with tears.
An old neighbor happened to be passing by and recognized him.
Under his questioning, the neighbor sighed and told what happened after he left.