"It's there!"

Zhiqiu Yiye pointed at the black shadow in front of a thatched hut and whispered in Ji Mi's ear.

Ji Mu's head turned slightly and was a little farther away. He was not used to people he was unfamiliar with being too close to him.

Nodded slightly, Ji Mo said: "I saw it, but we don't need to hide it anymore. That person is not a monster!"

"Well, it smelled it!" Zhiqiu Yiye shook his nose and said, "The figure has no demonic energy or the smell of ghosts, only popularity. However, in the middle of the night, what are you playing the erhu!"

At the end of the day, his words were filled with complaints.

"Wait!" Just as the two of them were about to go out, Ji Mo raised his hand, stopped Ye Zhiqiu, and said, "Something is coming!"

"Hmm? Let's take a look!" Zhiqiu Yiye was stunned, raised her eyes and looked around. After seeing a pale figure, she said, "A female ghost! She is walking towards the person who plays the erhu!".

"I saw it..." Although Ji Mi did not practice Taoism, his realm reached his level, and every move would drive the vitality of heaven and earth. There is no need to practice Taoism with martial arts, so he could naturally see ghosts.

"Hurry, Brother Ji, we have saved that female ghost! It would be bad if she was injured." As he said that, Zhiqiu Yiye was about to get up and kill him.

Ji Mi pressed Zhiqiu Yiye's shoulder and said, "Wait, that female ghost won't hurt that person."

"Well? How could it be! Anyone who is a ghost is not a good thing!" Zhiqiu Yiye said affirmatively, and saw Ji Mo shaking his head at him, then said suspiciously: "How can you be sure?"

"Because the female ghost has feelings in her eyes, and her affection for the person who plays the erhu!" Ji Mo said quietly, looked at Mo Li in her hand, as if she remembered Portilia, and her eyes became gentle.

"Clang!" Mo Li trembled slightly, as if he felt Ji Mi's gaze and responded.

Seeing this, Ji Hou was happy and he knew that this was a sign that Portilia was about to wake up.

However, because of this melodious sound of the knife, the erhu sound stopped abruptly, and the female ghost standing beside the person playing the erhu couldn't help but look back at Ji Mo and the others.

"Let's go out, you're discovered!" Ji Mo said softly, looking at Zhiqiu Yiye and said, "Don't take action first, see the situation before talking! Pretend to not see the female ghost..."

"I understand!" Zhiqiu Yiye nodded, looking very relaxed, after all, the female ghost was just an ordinary ghost.

"What are the two?" Seeing Ji Mi and the two, the erhu people raised their heads, and suddenly, their snow-white beards and wrinkled faces appeared in front of Ji Mi and the two.

"Two passers-by!" Ji Mo replied, but Zhiqiu Yiye was confused and impatient and said, "Old man, if you don't sleep at night, why are you playing the erhu? You are so cunning!"

The old man was stunned, not angry, but instead smiled loudly, stretched out his hand to stroke his beard that had fallen to his chest, and said with a smile: "Then this is really my fault!"

Seeing that the old man readily admit his mistake, Zhiqiu Yiye felt a little embarrassed and said, "It didn't scare me, but we..."

"I wonder why the old man played the huqin solo at this time?" Ji Mi interrupted Zhiqiu Yiye and asked for his doubts.

The old man's eyes darkened, his hand that was stroking his beard paused slightly, put the erhu in his hand aside, and sighed quietly: "Because I'm waiting for Zixiang..."

Upon hearing this, Ji Mi looked at the female ghost with tears in her eyes and realized it in her heart.

"Zixiang?" Zhiqiu was stunned and asked, "Who is Zixiang?"

"Zixiang is my beloved woman!" Even though she is old, the old man still seems a little unnatural when he talks about her beloved woman, and he looks very much like a little boy in his first love.

"What about her?" Zhiqiu Yiye continued to ask without any help.

The old man shook his head and said, "I don't know, when I made an appointment with her here, she said that at the third update, I would lead the way with the sound of the piano and meet me. Then we will go far and fly together."

Ji Mo looked at the old man with deep affectionate look at the female ghost standing beside him, and asked, "At that time?"

The old man said with a memory look: "Well, fifty-eight years ago..."

"Fifty-eight years!" Zhiqiu Yiye screamed in surprise and said incrediblely: "You have been here for fifty-eight years! You have been playing the piano for fifty-eight years!?"

"Yeah!" The old man nodded, without any sadness, but instead smiled softly, gently pressed his chest with his palm, pressing a love letter he placed on his chest, and said warmly: "Zixiang said she likes the piano I play, so I play the piano every day, hoping to wait for Zixiang!"

Hearing this, Zhiqiu Yiye opened her mouth and said in confusion: "So long, she..."

"She will definitely be back!" Ji Mo interrupted Zhiqiu Yiye's words again, who did not understand the relationship between men and women.

Hearing this, the old man nodded happily and said firmly: "Well, I know that what Zixiang promised me will always do, and what I promised Zixiang never disappointed her!"

After fifty-eight years of waiting, more than 20,000 days and nights, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, rain, frost, wind and snow, the sound of piano sounded on time every day, from black to white hair, looking at the smiling old man in front of him, such a shocking scene suddenly emerged in Ji Mo's mind.

This is the most beautiful picture that outlines with deep affection and adjusts colors with time.

"Woooo!" A depressing cry came, making Yiye Zhiqiu suddenly look at the female ghost, then seemed to understand something, looked at Ji Mo incredibly, and said, "She..."

At the end of the season, he nodded slightly.

Although the old man did not hear the ghost crying, he seemed to have some feelings. He looked at the place where the female ghost was, smiled softly, and opened his mouth and said, "Is it Zixiang?"

Perhaps, he had already realized something, but he didn't want to destroy the promises of the two of them...

The sound of the piano crying every night, waiting day and night, the old man spent fifty-eight years waiting for his lover, but he didn't know that her lover was by his side.

With the sad crying every night and waiting day and night, Zixiang spent fifty-eight years protecting her lover, but she could not touch her lover who was close to her.

One person and one ghost, one cannot see the other, and the other cannot touch the other, but it also took fifty-eight years to wait and protect. What kind of affection can be achieved so much.

How many fifty-eight years can a person have in his life?

For most people, it's probably the same...

Thinking of this, even Zhiqiu Yiye, who did not understand the relationship between men and women, was shocked by the deep affection between the two.
Chapter completed!