The sharp alarm ringtone broke the silent night, and one hand stretched out from the quilt, turned on the bedside light, took the cell phone beside the pillow, looked at the time, it was already nine-thirty in the evening. Su Muzhe put down his cell phone, went to wash his face and let himself wake up.

After getting the backpack containing the talisman paper compass and peach wood sword in it, Su Muzhe picked up his cell phone and dialed: "You are waiting for me at the entrance of the alley, I will arrive in ten minutes."

After changing into neat clothes, Su Muzhai carried a bag and locked the shop door and rushed to the entrance of the alley.

A few days ago, he saw a message on his website (ps: This was also created by Huang Yi for help). A man said that he bought a villa and the villa would be haunted every Monday. The ghost would always sing a song every time he appeared. If he didn't fall asleep that night, there would always be white shadows swaying in front of him. If he fell asleep, there would be another woman with a sad face in his dream looking at him faintly and asked him why he didn't come back to see him. The man also tried to leave on this day.

In the villa, when I came back, I saw the house full of blood-written "Why did you leave me?", which scared him several nannies and hourly workers. The man didn't ask the Taoist priest to catch ghosts, but those Taoist priests either told him that they were not capable of catching this ghost or were randomly cheating money, and they couldn't catch the ghost at all. The man was desperate to see this website, and with the idea of ​​being a dead horse as a living horse (this statement made someone very unhappy) came to ask Su Muzhe to help catch the ghost.

Su Muzhe asked about the specific time when the ghost appeared. It was about 11 o'clock in the evening of the third day of each month, and decided to see what was going on. After all, if this matter is solved, he will get a lot of reward...

When he arrived at the entrance of the alley, a black car was parked quietly. Su Muzhe glanced at the car logo and curled his lips secretly. The evil rich man was.

Seeing him coming, the car door opened and two burly sweating in black suits came out. One of them asked, "Is it Mr. Su?"

Su Muzhe nodded, and the other person opened the rear door and respectfully made a "please" gesture to Su Muzhe: "Please get in the car."

When Su Muzhe got into the car, the man in the suit also entered the car. The car was running all the way, and the two were very silent all the way and didn't say a word.

About ten minutes later, the car arrived at a villa, and one of the men in the suit took Su Muzhe out of the car. Su Muzhe looked up at the villa in front of him, secretly estimated its value, and then sadly found that his assets could not even buy one-third of the villa.

The man in the suit took Su Muzhe into the villa, and turned seven or eight corners in a familiar way and entered the living room. The living room was brightly lit. Su Muzhe found that the design and decoration here were a bit rustic and antique. He guessed whether this place was an old house before.

The man in the suit asked Su Muzhe to sit here first, and he went upstairs. Su Muzhe picked up a piece of pastry on the table, took a bite and found that it tasted really good, so he thought that he would do it some other day, and he probably liked to eat it very much.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming. Su Muzhe looked up and saw a handsome man in his early thirties wearing casual clothes walking down the stairs. The man in a suit who had just climbed the stairs quickly went downstairs and walked out of the living room.

After the man walked down, Su Muzhe also got up and walked over, and found that the man was very tall, almost half a head taller than him.

The man smiled lightly and stretched out his right hand to Su Muzhe: "I am Song Rong."

Su Muzhe also stretched out his hand and shook the man: "Hello, Mr. Song, I am Su Muzhe."

Song Rong looked at him without any trace, feeling a little unbelievable that the boy in front of him was a Taoist priest (here was not). After all, the Taoist priests invited in the past were all in their forties or fifties, and the boy looked only in his early 20s, with a beautiful face than a celebrity, and wearing silver-gray contact lenses...

Su Muzhe saw Song Rong's distrustful eyes, and there was a black line. He coughed and interrupted the man's gaze: "Hehe, this is not a beautiful contact lens, I am born with yin and yang eyes."

Song Rong was a little embarrassed, but he didn't show it. He asked with concern: "Master Song has any way to take this ghost?" He was really miserable by this ghost.

When Su Muzhe heard his name, he was speechless and didn't want to refute it, so he replied: "Then I will make a judgment after I see that ghost."

Song Rong nodded, and the two sat at the table together, looking at the clock on the wall. It was already ten:34. Su Muzhe opened his backpack, took out the peach wood sword in turn, and placed it on the table. Song Rong had long been used to this set and was not very interested, so he asked Su Muzhe: "I see Taoist Su is still very young, are you in college now?"

Su Muzhe nodded, and Song Rong asked again: "Which university did Taoist Su study at?"

“xxxx University.”

Song Rong said in surprise: "The Taoist Su is still my junior."

Su Muzhe took the time to look at him in his busy schedule. Xxxx University is a prestigious university, and it is not surprising that Song Rong, a social elite, graduated from this university.

Su Muzhe put the things one by one. Song Rong looked at them and suddenly asked, "Don't you need to set up an altar?" He remembered that several Taoist priests had to set up an altar first.

Su Muzhe pressed the veins that burst out from the corner of his forehead, but did not answer.

The two were talking nonsense when a flash of light suddenly went out and the living room was dark.

Su Muzhai frowned, and then heard a faint voice sounding in the room. Listening carefully, you can vaguely recognize that the voice sings "After parting, the two places are missing each other, only three or four months, but who knew that for five or six years, the seven-stringed zither was unintentionally played, the eight-line script was inexpressible, and the nine-rings broke from it. The ten-mile long pavilion was looking through, thinking, thinking thousands of thoughts, and helplessly making the man complain. Thousands of words can't be finished..."

The voice was getting closer and closer, and it became more and more sad. Su Muzhe saw a faint white light flashing in front of him. A woman in white floated over and Song Rong's voice sounded behind him: "Master Su, it's her."

Su Muzhe watched the white-clothed female ghost float towards them, quietly put her hands behind her back, twisted a small stack of talisman paper from the table, grabbed Song Rong and then stepped back, throwing the talisman paper out with one hand: "Don't!"

The talisman paper scattered in the air, and pierced the female ghost in a round shape and fiercely, trapping the female ghost firmly in it!

The female ghost in white wanted to move forward, and the talisman paper suddenly burst out with golden light. The female ghost hid back in fear when she touched the golden light, and then touched the talisman paper behind her. After several times, the female ghost finally stopped acting. She stopped in the talisman paper circle, looked at Song Rong sadly, and shouted "Wu Lang" with tears in her eyes.

Song Rong retreated again. Su Muzhe looked at the female ghost carefully at this time. She was wearing an ancient white dress with a beautiful face, but her skin was a little blue, and she was not as ferocious as an evil ghost. Su Muzhe then understood why the Taoist priests had not caught this ghost before. She had no malicious intentions towards Song Rong, but only had deep love. Taoist priests were not allowed to kill such ghosts who had no malicious intentions towards humans. Moreover, this female ghost was too attached to the world. Perhaps she had an unfulfilled wish in this world, and because of her deep obsession, she was bound in the world. Some Taoist priests had passed on and had not succeeded.

Su Muzhe's eyes suddenly emitted white light. The female ghost had only seen Song Rong, but she was a little panicked when she saw this. She bowed to Su Muzhe: "Young woman pays homage to you."

Su Muzhe stared at the female ghost and asked, "Do you know you are dead?"

The female ghost nodded.

Su Muzhe asked again: "Who was you during your lifetime? Why did you refuse to reincarnate?"

The female ghost said sadly: "I am from the Dayan Dynasty. I have been childhood sweethearts with Wu Lang since I was young. Later, Wu Lang said that I would go to Beijing to take the exam and would come back to marry me regardless of whether I was in the first place or not. I waited for five years, but Wu Lang did not come back. I died of depression because of my longing. Now I finally found Wu Lang..." The female ghost paused for a moment and looked at Song Rong, "But Wu Lang doesn't know me anymore..."

Song Rong's face had not changed, and he guessed that the female ghost had recognized the wrong person: "My name is Song Rong, not the 'Wu Lang' you are waiting for!"

The female ghost's expression changed drastically after hearing this. It turned out that her pretty face had become a bit ferocious. She seemed unacceptable and tried to forcibly break away from the talisman paper. "Impossible, you are Wu Lang. I have been waiting for you for so many years. How could I admit my mistake? You are lying!" She roared, and her cherry mouth cracked an incredible arc, and she could clearly see the creepy fangs in it.
Chapter completed!