Chapter 36: As seen at first sight, autumn wind sad painting fan 3

The so-called living soul.

"The living soul is the same as the ghost, but the difference is that the body of the soul is still alive."

In the main bedroom of Hanfu, the tables and chairs were moved to one side. Wei Tanyi sat cross-legged and explained, "There are two possibilities for the formation of the soul. One is that the legendary soul is not possessed, and the other is cursed. The spells that make people's souls out of the body are very common. Lord Han must have heard of it. . "

Han Ruqi frowned: "Don't be a fool. I don't know, okay?"

Wei Tanyi glanced up at him, with an expression of hatred: "Don't you know whether you are tired of winning?"

"I've heard of..."

"It's usually harmful to win by borrowing things, and the way to turn a person into a living soul is also very simple. As long as the pillow of the person who has slept for more than ten years is hung on the wind and blown, the person's soul will leave the body within three days."

Si Si was surprised: "But how can anyone sleep on a pillow for ten years? Even if he can sleep for so long, wouldn't it be strange to be taken away?"

Wei Tanyi raised her eyebrows and said, "This has nothing to do with me. I'm just here to see the ghost today, not to investigate the case. If you are curious, ask Lord Han when the case is closed." After saying that, his hands were knotted and sealed.

Where there are ghosts, there can always be some clues left, and the anger will not disperse cleanly in a short time. Because the Yang sword has the effect of exorcising ghosts, Han Ruxu's room can be regarded as invulnerable to a hundred ghosts. As long as there is anger, it must be a ghost last night. Wei Tanyi restrained his senses and tried to read the traces of the soul from the air around him. After a cup of tea, he finally found it.

"It seems that I'm wrong," relaxing his tired body, Wei Tanyi got up and dusted his clothes. "The man was neither stimulated nor cursed. Not only was there no anger in the room, but there was a unique atmosphere that was the opposite. If I hadn't done the opposite way, I might not have found him."

What Han Ruxu cares about is not these mysterious spells: "Who is he and where is he?"

Wei Tanyi shook his head: "I'm afraid it's difficult to find. I can only be sure that he is not in the capital, otherwise the spring in my store will definitely change."

"Can we find him?" Si Si asked.

"He will come to the capital again, and according to what Lord Han heard, he came to find me, and he can't fly or go through the wall, so I just need to wait where he enters the city."

Han Ruxu has a head and two big: "How do you know which gate he came in from? There are nine gates in the capital, southeast and northwest, but it takes him nine days to come every day. If the matter is not clear, it will really reach the emperor's ears!"

Hearing the emperor's two-character Wei Tanyi, he couldn't help sneering: "You are too low on your emperor's master. I'm afraid he knows more than me. The emperor is not in a hurry."

"Who do you call the eunuch!"

"Whoever recognizes it will be scolded."

Seeing that they were about to fight, Si Si quickly inserted into the middle: "Well, okay, you two, don't quarrel. I, an old man, listen to you quarrel every day, and I will live a long life!" That expression is really rigid and eye-catching, which makes people laugh. "Lord Han don't have to worry about time. The master wants to find the soul earlier than you. In addition to me, the store can also send other gods to guard the gate. It's easy to stop him. If he comes to the capital tonight, he can see him tonight."

After eating the reassurance, Han Ruxu stopped humming.

"Siesi, let's go." Wei Tanyi was not so generous. He simply skipped saying goodbye to his master and strode out directly. The maidservant who brought tea was curious about what kind of relationship he had with his master.

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"Hee hee, look at him. He looks really handsome and extraordinary."

"Fuck you! Your eyes can't stick to people.

"Oh, he passed by. Oh, don't stop me. Let me see."

"Whip it, it's bad if he hears it."

"It's a pity that such a beautiful man is really like a flower. What a pity."

"What's the pity? Don't you want people's faces like flowers, but flowers like people?"

"Shh - you guys, don't shout."

The crisp voice is suppressed in the wind, and it is still lively and discernable. Some are delicate and naive, some are mature and steady, and there are many more that are not very clear, but without exception they are happy.

Mr. Xie Xiaozi held the scroll in his hand and walked along the path beside the flowers, trying to make his steps more natural and not be noticed by the girls who were hiding in the dark.

In fact, he could hear their words, but he couldn't see their people at all. Occasionally, when he met each other in his nap, he was still half covered by the pipa. He had to see the bright sleeve skirt running with the beautiful color, like a skillfully painted picture.

"What book is he reading?"

"I can't see it clearly either. Hey, did you see it?"

"It seems to be something... good strategy or something, how can you see it clearly?"

"Really, I really want to know what books he likes."

Mr. Xie smiled in his heart. Even if he knew it, so what? Will she show up to study with her? So many girls in the yard secretly looked at him, but everyone was ashamed to see him.

"Hey, he stopped. What is he going to do?"

"Don't be so loud. Do you want him to find you?"

"He came over... Ouch!"

There was a scream above his head, and Mr. Xie couldn't help looking up, but a premature osmanthus fell on his face.

Only this time, the whole yard was quiet, and the whispers disappeared, only the smell of osmanthus.

"Are you still there?" After waiting for a long time and didn't see them talking again, Mr. Xie finally couldn't help asking.

The answer to him was the fine osmanthus flowers shaken by the breeze, sticking to his hair crown and hair, as if the girl's fragrant sleeves were caged, fragrant on all sides.

"Why don't you come out to see me?" He asked anxiously, "I won't hurt you, let alone tell anyone about you. Don't hide anymore, okay?"

However, no one is willing to show up.

While being disappointed, a white shadow suddenly floated outside the arch in the distance. Mr. Xie ran over and grabbed the man in time.

It was not a woman who turned around. Although his facial features were amazing, his sharp and cold eyes and meticulous outline would not be born on the woman's face. Mr. Xie was stunned for a moment. He had never seen such a person at home. Who is it?

The other party was caught by him without panic or struggle. He looked at him like a deep pool of water, thinking that he could see through him.

"You...are you?" Although he was in his hometown, Mr. Xie was still short of breath.

"I'm a ghost." The other party said quietly.

"Ghost?!" Mr. Xie was so scared that he even forgot to let it.

The other party still looked at him with black eyes, and his beautiful face was lifeless, indeed like a ghost. Mr. Xie finally swallowed his saliva and was about to say something when he suddenly saw a red scratch on the side of the face of the person in front of him, and the blood flowed down his forehead.

"You, you are bleeding!"

The other party saw his panic, and he was not panicked at all when he heard his tuttering words. He just wiped his forehead with his hand, and the snow-white cuffs were immediately stained with blood red.

"You, you, who are you? Why is it that there is still nothing wrong with leaving so much blood? Mr. Xie finally knew that he was going to let go and retreated repeatedly.

"How can it be all right? Because of this injury, I have been dead for many years." The man still said calmly. The blood flowed along the bridge of his nose, the corners of his eyes, and his chin. Mr. Xie could no longer control himself and screamed and fled.