Nie Xiaoqian did not show up and floated over directly, looking at the dozen people coming in from a distance or near.

These people couldn't see Nie Xiaoqian, but Nie Xiaoqian could clearly see them, men and women, elderly people, silence boys, and a patient carrying them.

She was surprised to find that among the group of people, except for the patient, men, women, young and old, the qi and blood were very strong. Especially the middle-aged scholar holding a book in his left hand and his face was as sad as if he was emitting bitterness. His qi and blood were so strong that there was a big fire burning. She felt the fiery heat ten feet away from her.

This group of people seemed very cautious. Even after entering the deserted ghost house, they were afraid that someone would know that they had come in, and they didn't even light the fire. They held hands and walked in the darkness in the fallen leaves and grass about a foot high.

For a moment, there were only rustling winds and lonely footsteps.

After walking for a long time, I came to the gate of the ghost house, and quietly waited for about half a stick of incense. I made sure that there was no one nearby, and then I clicked and someone took out a scythe to light the fire.

After the candlelight was lit, the middle-aged scholar walked to the door, pulled out the door latch, creaked the door, and slowly opened it.

Then three men quickly walked out of the crowd and carried three boxes into the door, with several flower guns and flag guns inserted into them.

Nie Xiaoqian said nothing and watched quietly, looking at the boxes, flower guns and flag guns. These people looked like juggling teams running around the world.

But if a juggling team does not sell their skills, they will not stay in a store, and they will sneak into this ghost house and settle down. There will be something strange.

The juggling team took advantage of the night to enter the Li family's ghost house and the house under the attic.

What is even more strange is that they seemed to be worried that the light would leak out. When they entered the house, they immediately pulled out a few pieces of black linen from the box, covered up all the light-transmitting areas, and finally demolished the furniture in the house and lit the bonfire.

Nie Xiaoqian was curious and never left. She watched the middle-aged and down-and-out scholar directing the others, quietly busy and settled down.

When the hot water boils and you can eat dry food with water, the middle-aged scholar finally spoke: "Okay, you can speak, be careful not to make noise. Although it is secluded and there are no people nearby, you should be careful of accidents."

As soon as he said this, everyone seemed to have received an imperial edict and breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, the adults were relaxed, and the three bald children were looking around carefully, especially outside the house, the crying sound of the cold wind blowing through the window frames, like a ghost, making them nervous and unable to extricate themselves.

"Will there be ghosts here so dark?" One of the children trembled and asked the adult next to him in fear.

Although the remaining two children did not speak, they looked the same, and they all looked up slightly, waiting for the adults' answer.

"Don't be afraid, there will be no ghosts in places with a lot of people. There are so many of us, and ghosts are so scared that they run away in panic when they see them." An old man touched the boy's head and comforted him.

Under Lao Cangtou's comfort, the three boys calmed down a little, and ate dry food with hot water. They were so tired that they couldn't open their eyes. They each lie in their cotton jackets and fell asleep.

Nie Xiaoqian, who was sitting on the beam of the room, couldn't help but snort in secret when she heard this, that is, this female ghost is a good ghost and has a good stomach. For the sake of the future of our Ming Dynasty, she can't bear to scare the buds of our Ming Dynasty. Otherwise, you can't spend a peaceful night here.

The three of them fell asleep, but the adults tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. They were talking quietly in the remaining bonfire.

"Didn't this be called a ghost house? Why don't there be even a mouse or ant? It's just dust, so clean that it doesn't look like a place to stay in a ghost." A young man in his twenties took a sip of water and said.

They didn't know that Nie Xiaoqian often practiced the "Taiyin Shape Refining Method" here, refining the evil spirits, and scaring all the flying bats, rats and ants to escape.

"Ghost House? Hey, it's just a nonsense that ignorant people want to come out to scare themselves." A proud and unknown truth appeared between his eyebrows and said coldly.

Only after he finished speaking, he immediately felt a cold wind coming from behind, as if something strange was blowing at his neck from behind, and suddenly it became ice into his bones, and his whole spine became numb. It was so cold that it was hard to get cold. When he turned around, he saw only a mottled pillar.

His face changed suddenly and he stood up suddenly.

Nie Xiaoqian, who had squirted a gloomy ghostly and completed the prank, had already returned to the beam of the room at this time.

"Jiang Chen, what happened?" The young man sitting next to him immediately became alert when he saw this.

"No, it's okay. I felt very cold when I was blown by a cold wind." The arrogant young man named Jiang Chen replied in a hoarse voice.

In fact, the house had been sealed tightly with linen, and there was no wind blowing in, so the other people's faces became strange.

"There are ghosts and gods on your head, Jiang Chen, it is better to be cautious in words and actions in such places." Lao Cang, who had comforted the child before, said with some meaning.

Nie Xiaoqian glanced at the old Cangtou and knew that the old Cangtou actually couldn't see himself, but he was old and had many taboos: there were ghosts and gods three feet above his head. Well, gods are gone, ghosts are real. Unfortunately, you have too little fate with ghosts and have no blessings to see.

"We are like this, we are hiding in the morning and coming out at night, and we don't even dare to see people. In fact, what is the difference between being a ghost?" Speaking of ghosts and gods, a middle-aged woman sighed, "Oh, if we are born at the wrong time, it will be even more miserable than being a ghost."

"When will this day of running away all the time come to an end?"

"All the kings under the world are kings. With the great sins we have committed, there is no place to stand, and escape for a while."

"A serious crime? Those who steal the hook will kill the marquis who steal the country will be just a success or a defeated enemy."

"I'm afraid it's time to lose your head, and it's over."

...

Not far away, I was sitting alone in the corner, still holding a book in my left hand. I heard my companions say despairy words without stopping them, but my face became deeper.

"Brother Lu, Acheng seems to be unable to do it."

Hearing the screams, including the middle-aged scholar, except for the three children, all surrounded the patient at the same time.

The patient is a middle-aged man who is too thin to lose his body. He lies motionlessly on a broken blanket, his face as gold paper, and his breathing is so weak that it is not far from death.

Seeing this, the middle-aged scholar Brother Lu finally put down the book on his left hand. His right hand stretched out and pressed it on the middle-aged man's left chest. His internal force was pouring out like water. At the same time, his empty left hand opened the middle-aged man's top.

I saw a wound as big as a fist under the left shoulder of the middle-aged man. The pus and blood kept oozing out of the wound, making a foul smell. The middle-aged scholar's brows were suddenly tightened into the character "Sichuan", and the sorrow was deeply penetrated into the wrinkles like a knife.

Even though the middle-aged man received continuous internal support from the middle-aged scholar, his face improved slightly and did not change much.

"Brother Lu, what should I do?"

To cover everyone's retreat, the middle-aged man was injured countless times. The worst was that he was hit by a dog-toothed arrow. Because he was chased along the way, he had no time to stop and cultivate, so the arrow injury became worse and tortured him to the point of being strong and 60% of his vitality was gone.

"The meat near the wound has rotted and needs to be removed immediately." Middle-aged scholar Brother Lu said in a deep voice.

"Digging meat?" The young man next to him was shocked.

It is rumored that Guan Yun had long scraping his bones to cure poison during the Three Kingdoms period, but after all, it was a long time ago. Isn’t the real flesh-cutting now equivalent to Lingchi?

"If it cannot be removed immediately, Acheng may not last for two days." explained the middle-aged scholar Brother Lu.
Chapter completed!