A few days later, he was hit by the old witch's soul-refining whip, and the entire ghost was almost dispersed. After confirming that all this was not Huang Liang Yimeng, Nan Ke Yimeng and Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, he finally accepted the fact that he had traveled from a ghost to a ghost and transformed into Nie Xiaoqian.

He will be gone from now on, and his identity in his previous life will disappear. He is her and Nie Xiaoqian.

She was born into an official family and her hometown was in Qinghua County. Her mother died early and her father was an official outside. She followed her since childhood.

A month ago, her father offended the treacherous ministers in the court and was framed and lost his official position. On the way home, he was chased by bandits disguised as horses sent by treacherous ministers.

Her father escaped by chance, but she unfortunately died and was buried under an old locust tree in the Soul Conqueror.

Her father was considering taking the old locust tree as a sign, and when it settled down, he would take her bones back to his hometown for burial. Unexpectedly, her father was killed immediately, leaving only a portrait of her painted on the night when her bones were buried.

I feel sorry for his father, and he will never have a place to bury him.

After straightening the memory, Nie Xiaoqian realized that as a newly dead ghost, even the first seventh day passed.

But such a new ghost was imprisoned by the thousand-year-old witch within a few miles of this radius when he woke up his consciousness. He was unable to be reborn, had no freedom, and suffered the suffering every day.

Of course, if she surrenders to be a female ghost under her grandma, helps it seduce men and absorbs yang energy, essence and blood, although she still has no freedom, at least she will not have to suffer from the pain of soul refining whip.

But could she do this?

She didn't mean to be a kind ghost, but in her opinion, that kind of scattered matter is more terrifying than death or scattered souls.

If the Jade Emperor asks about the world, it will be miserable for the female ghost to travel through time.

If heaven really has a spirit and ask about human affairs, Nie Xiaoqian will definitely answer loudly like this.

Anyone who dares to face her will say that life is not at the right time, it is better to be a ghost, and she will definitely spit on his face.

No, she must have slandered his face and made him creepy all night and see him all night.

If someone sees her eyes at this moment, she will definitely see that what is full of the eyes is the resentful eyes of birds flying across the mountains, because she feels that her ghost path is bleak and cannot see where the hope is.

Just hiding and complaining, self-pity is not her style.

So she comforted herself that there were still benefits of being a ghost.

The leather bag contains blood, the red and pink skeleton, all colors and fate are empty. She has no real entity, so she has no desire to eat, drink, defecate, urinate, and sleep. She doesn't even need to take a bath. As a female ghost, she is not a woman, and she doesn't have to worry about her aunt coming to her house.

If the transformed person is not a female ghost, but a woman, there will inevitably be Tian Kui’s worries.

Nowadays, there are fewer trivial worries.

Without the desires and needs of normal people, they don’t even need to sleep, so there will be a lot more time.

There is no computer, no WIFI, no lights, and no figures in this world. There is one tree demon, and there are many female ghosts, but she is not one of them, and she doesn't want to be one of them.

Of course, I am afraid in their eyes, Nie Xiaoqian is a lonely and arrogant confused ghost, and he disdains to join him.

Behind Lanruo Temple is a mass grave. The people of Guobei County call it the Soul Conqueror. It is the old witch and the female ghost under her command. She is different from her way of doing things and she is unwilling to stay for too long.

She usually only goes to Lanruo Temple or Xiaojing Lake.

The old witch was coaching her several times and beat her to death. Seeing that she would rather die than surrender, she would hold on even if she wanted to sanitize. It seemed that she understood that what she needed was water grinding and not to force her too much. Therefore, the two stalkers who were responsible for stalking were not as tight as before, and she was able to walk around.

A pair of bows bent and fine fibers are pink and bright, with plain white and spring beauty, and a small, unbearable sky foot. Stepping on the stone path covered with fallen leaves, walking towards the lush forests and bamboos surrounded by mountains and waters.

Nie Xiaoqian didn't know when Lanruo Temple was abandoned. She saw that the outer alleys of the temple were scattered and the walls were rotten. Among them, the pine, old cypress, long forests and ancient trees were shrouded in shadows.

Walk through the fog and wandering in the misty wasteland, cross the decaying walls everywhere, and enter the deserted temple where night sounds silent.

The pagoda in the temple is majestic and magnificent. The tall and towering stone statue of Vajra Venerable is full of eyes and looks ferocious. The basils in the courtyard are taller than people, with lush grass, autumn wind blowing leaves, monks' houses on the east and west sides, empty corridors and leaking houses, and doors are all covered.

It is because no one lives in the nori temple, but the door is closed when autumn is gone.

In the east corner of the hall, there is a relatively intact attic with a light like beans.

At the swaying lights, bursts of tender, tender, and weird and charming laughter came from. Although they were low and weak, they were constantly flirting with each other, just like soft stroking, attracting desire and extremely charming.

Nie Xiaoqian is a ghost and will not be confused by this voice. However, although she was mentally prepared, she did not expect that this scene would appear in front of her so quickly. At this moment, she just wanted to cover her ears and escape from this obscure ghost temple.

But before she could leave, the laughter disappeared.

The moment the laughter dissipated with the wind, a shrill scream of horror suddenly sounded, the door of the attic opened, and a shadow with a disheveled dress came out, it was Xiaoqing.

Xiaoqing saw Nie Xiaoqian standing in the attic as if she was stunned. She tidied up her dress slightly, glanced at her with charming eyes like spring water, smiled contemptuously, and turned her neck high and left.

She laughed, not sure if she laughed at Nie Xiaoqian and was late, or if she laughed at Nie Xiaoqian that was too stupid and ungrateful.

Nie Xiaoqian's face was as pale as paper, and her body was filled with cold air. Her limbs seemed to be frozen by Xuan Bing. It was very difficult to take a step.

Although she really wanted to escape, she decided to face it. When she came to this world, escaping was not a solution.

When she finally climbed up to the attic, she saw that the door in the attic was still open, and in front of the remaining lamps surrounded by blue smoke, the twisted branches were dancing, and countless black shadows were rustling like snakes and pythons, and the disgusting smell was as strong as ink, and it was dizzy.

In the blink of an eye, all the black shadows were collected, and an old face filled with gluttonous desire and greedy twisted turned over. The tip of the tongue was slightly lit between the two blood-purple lips, and a drop of bloody red blood remained at the corner of the mouth.

The old witch seemed to be busy digesting the man's yang energy and blood that he had just absorbed. She only looked at Nie Xiaoqian coldly, snorted and left with a cold look.

After a while, Nie Xiaoqian came to her senses from the tremor and hesitated to take a step inside. Her bare feet seemed to be stepping on a steel knife, stinging to the bone.

She slowly walked to the side of the low table, picked up the candlesticks and fire sticks that had been knocked over to the ground, and lit the candles.

There were several books on the short table, and the breeze blew, and one of the half-read ancient books flashed with words such as "virtue not to be cultivated".

On a mat that was a few short distance, there was a corpse. The flesh and blood had been drained, so dry that only a layer of skin was left wrapped around the bones. In the sockets of the skull, a pair of eyes that had lost their glory were wide open, and they died with their eyes open.

She grew up under the Zhenghong Banner in her previous life and had never seen a dead body. Now she should have been afraid of seeing this terrifying and frightening mummy, but maybe she is now a ghost and mummy is in front of her, but she calms down.

Nie Xiaoqian looked at the mummy and knew that the mummy seemed to be withered, but if she smelled the blood of a living person, she would smell the wind and get up to cause trouble.

"Before a person dies, the valley energy, the qi of the qi, and the catastrophic energy will remain in his throat. If he dies, he will accumulate in his throat. He will become a mummy. Therefore, you must be successful in your life. The most important thing in death is to die. If he dies, he will harm others and yourself."

Thinking of a few words, she opened her hand and tore off the gauze cover of the attic, covered her eyes with her bulging eyes, and opened the window. Tomorrow, when the sun comes out, the dust will return to the dust and the soil, and there will be nothing left.

If this scholar was not so impatient, he might not die for a while. Unfortunately, the word "sex" was the first. It was not Liu Xiahui or Ning Caichen who was either determined or innocent or had no control.

Besides, no matter how hard you struggle, you will eventually die.

Entering Lanruo Temple is equivalent to entering the gate of hell. A poor man with no power to tie a chicken will make you immortal.

In other words, Ning Caichen is innocent and kind in nature, and has Xiaoqian's conscience, loves him and pity him. He also has the help of a paranormal expert like Yan Chixia, so he can escape the disaster.

If Ning Caichen broke in at this time, without Xiaoqian's support, Yan Chixia's maintenance would be even a hundred or ten.

"I tasted the ecstasy taste before my death, and it was also considered a death under the peony flowers, and it was a ghost.

With a sigh, looking back, Nie Xiaoqian's eyes fell on books, "The Analects of Confucius", "The Great Chapter", "The Doctrine of the Mean" and "The Book of Rites".
Chapter completed!