Strange Tales of the Ghosts - Chapter 102

[Chapter 102 Wolf husband (thirty-one)]

Xue Zhongfei was very puzzled when he learned that he had a relationship with Han Ruomei. He only knew her when Master Kuhai lent the big golden bowl to Han Ruomei. How could he say that it was arranged by God, so he asked with a smile “Brother Xu, don’t make fun of me, what’s the matter?”

“I didn’t make fun of you, but you didn’t know it yourself.” Xu Er laughed and looked at the female ghost about an inch tall on the ground. “Even she doesn’t know.”

“I don’t understand this, why I don’t know, she doesn’t know, but you know?” Xue Zhongfei thought that Xu Er was tricking himself, so he was a little dissatisfied.

Xu Erchao rolled up his sleeves and stood up, held the female ghost in his palms and said to Xue Zhongfei, “If you really want to know, come with me.” After speaking, he turned around and left, Xue Zhongfei had to follow behind, the two of them Going all the way to an abandoned dilapidated house with half-collapsed pillars and straw everywhere, Xu Erhuo sat directly on the ground without finding a clean place.

“Hey, don’t hurry when it’s dark, the house is leaking to keep people.”

“I’ll find some firewood to make a fire.” Xue Zhongfei looked at the rotten wood piled outside the house, walked over and picked a few that were pleasing to the eye.

After the fire started, Xue Zhongfei and Xu Erzhuo both sat around the fire, watching the flames keep fluttering, Xue Zhongfei wanted to speak a few times, but they all dismissed the idea. Xu Er knew by looking at Xue Zhongfei’s expression, so he put the female ghost on the ground, fearing that the female ghost would run around, immobilized the female ghost with an immobilization talisman, and said slowly, “If it weren’t for the great change more than a hundred years ago, There will be no demon slayer in today’s world…”

As we all know, a demon slayer is a profession whose profession is to slay demons and bring down demons, but the formation of a demon slayer is not that straightforward, and its twists and turns are like a tragic love story. Mo Chuchen, the originator of the demon slayer, was an honest man who devoted himself to cultivating the Tao. The smoky waterfall hangs on the cliff like a jade curtain. The insects and birds are singing, and the aura is unusual. It is a good place to practice. Mo Chuchen decided not to leave here.

On the first day of staying in Wuhua Mountain, it was also the first day for Mo Chuchen to be incapacitated. Mo Chuchen sat on the water stream with his eyes closed, like a statue. his cheeks. The days hurried like clouds, and it was five years in the blink of an eye. After Mo Chuchen finished taking a seat, he walked to the waterfall, undressed, and wanted to clean under the waterfall. Suddenly, he heard a burst of laughter, the silver bell-like laughter came from behind a large rock.

“Who?”

“I won’t tell you.” The man hid behind the stone and didn’t show up, his voice sounded like a young girl.

Mo Chuchen hurriedly put on his clothes again, walked to the big stone, and pulled out the person hiding behind the stone. It didn’t matter, but a woman was pulled out. Mo Chuchen was a monk. He let go of the hand holding the woman’s hair, lowered her head and said, “As a woman, there is no reason to peek at a man’s bath.”

“Why not?” The woman’s eyes were bright and innocent.

Mo Chuchen shook his head and taught a lesson: “This is not what a lady did.”

“Lady…?” The woman blinked and jumped in front of Mo Chuchen. “What do you mean by lady?”

This time, Mo Chuchen became stupid. Although he is a monk, he still knows the world. Who is this woman? To be so ignorant of etiquette makes Mo Chuchen very curious. In addition, this place is remote and uninhabited at all.

[End of This Chapter]