"I'll show you to take a closer look."

Bai Yujun took Xia Lan into the village with an umbrella, because of the talisman, ordinary people can see Xia Lan, but today the crowd is too crowded and no one notices, and no one can recognize that the gate was out of sight seven years ago. A girl who doesn't move forward.

Xia Lan nervously adjusted her hair accessories and fiddled with her clothes, even though she was a ghost, she still wanted to maintain her most beautiful side in front of Li Lang.

"Do I look good?" Xia Lan asked.

"It's beautiful."

Bai Yujun wasn't lying. Although Xia Lan wasn't that top-notch beauty, she was also a Xiaojiabiyu type of house girl.

The happy Xia Lan showed a long-lost smile, but Bai Yujun added another sentence.

"The beauty that belongs to you is not someone else's but your own."

This sentence is a bit profound, Xia Lan doesn't quite understand it.

Both the gentry and the villagers who came to visit Mr. Li were curious to see the two young women walking into the village holding paper umbrellas, especially the girl in white was even more eye-catching. Occasionally, some people felt that the girl next to the woman in white seemed familiar...

Standing near Li's mansion, watching Li Daguan visit his parents from afar.

Then, first came out of the carriage a chubby boy wearing silk and satin, about five or six years old, and then a woman came out. I met my parents with my children, and the family of five enjoyed themselves happily.

Bai Yujun turned her head to look at Xia Lan, and saw that she was sad.

"That should be the daughter of a minister's family, with a high style."

Xia Lan remained silent, sadly watching a family of five walk into the courtyard, laughing and laughing like poisonous thorns in her heart...

"I...can I go in and find him?"

"No, it's too dangerous. Tomorrow will be rainy and there will be no sunshine. I'll take him up the mountain."

"it is good……"

"Let's go."

Bai Yujun held up her umbrella and took Xia Lan, who looked back three times at one step, away, leaving the village where she lived for a short life, and returning to the deserted mountain. Humans and ghosts have different paths, and there is only so much Bai Yujun can do.

Back to the barren hills.

The barren grass is dry and the wind is bleak, and there is nowhere to say it is desolate.

Bai Yujun put the bookcase under a big tree, untied the heavy weapon, and sat cross-legged on the boulder to practice, cultivating both body and mind. In the distance, Xia Lan held a paper umbrella and looked at the mountain road as usual the end.

As night fell, the sobbing singing echoed again...

Nothing to say all night.

In the early morning, the sky was overcast and the sky was dark.

Looking at Xia Lan who was full of anticipation, Bai Yujun picked up the horizontal knife and ran down the mountain with lightness kung fu.

Li's residence is preparing for ancestor worship. All the officials and gentlemen seem to be doing their own ancestor worship. The village is bustling with activity, but the house outside the village is deserted. It is not that no one has suspected that the death of Xia's daughter has something to do with Li. After all, many people saw it with their own eyes when they left the village and went up the mountain, but sometimes people don't need the truth.

Came to the village under the mountain.

After thinking about it, Bai Yujun climbed over the wall in the backyard of the Li Mansion, and then threw a fireball into the kitchen in the front yard.

Successfully causing chaos, while no one was paying attention, he grabbed that senior official Li Lang and Li, knocked him unconscious with a punch, and threw him away easily outside the wall.

The person who was caught was Li Qiancheng, who was exactly the Li Lang that Xia Lan was talking about.

Youyou woke up, opened her eyes and found that she was being carried by someone and ran wildly, her stomach was spinning and she wanted to vomit but she couldn't vomit, her head still stumbled on the ground from time to time, and her scalp was burning hot.

"Help... help..."

"To shut up."

Li Qiancheng only felt that his waist was tight and his abdomen was stuck, and he couldn't catch his breath and almost suffocated.

I don't know how long it took, but when the speed slowed down, I realized that I had already climbed up the mountain and walked to the mountain. Looking at the mountain, Li Qiancheng felt absent.

In the past seven years, the vegetation has changed greatly,

However, he still recognized that this was the place back then. Every time he returned to his hometown, he was far away from here and wished he would never come again. He turned his head and looked at the girl in white. Just give money and let people go.

After walking for a while, Li Qiancheng was thrown on the ground with a plop, causing pain all over his body.

Bai Yujun stood by the road and looked at the grass.

"The surname is Li."

"Ah...ah?"

"There used to be a girl who gave everything she had to a scholar, but in the end the heartbroken strangled the girl to death with her own hands. Tell me, how should this heartbreaker be punished?"

Bai Yujun turned around and looked at Li Qiancheng with a smile.

"Who the hell are you? Are you a human or a ghost?" Li Qiancheng yelled in horror.

"Me? Of course I'm not human."

To tell the truth is easy to be misunderstood. Of course it is a snake and not a human. Hearing that the beautiful woman in front of him is not a human, Li Qiancheng was immediately frightened, his legs trembled and he couldn't stand still.

"Stay away from me... When I go down the mountain, I will find an expert to beat you to death!"

Bai Yujun was too lazy to talk nonsense, so she opened the paper umbrella, and Xia Lan appeared...

"Ghost..."

The number one scholar back then seemed to be as timid as a mouse. After he went up the mountain, he was taken aback. He really obeyed the saying "Don't do bad things and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door." .

"Li Lang...I'm Lan'er...don't you know me..."

"Go away! Why are you still pestering me when you're dead! At worst, I'll burn paper money for you every day... Are you trying to kill me by tricking me into going up the mountain? I'm not afraid of you! I'm an official!"

When she saw Xia Lan's toes floating off the ground, she was frightened to death.

The barren mountains were very noisy, and Li Qiancheng didn't even listen to Xia Lan's words.

"Li Lang...can you take me home..." Xia Lan begged bitterly.

"I won't take you home, a dead ghost...I beg you to let me go...I still have a wife and children waiting for me so I can't die..."

"Did you forget the vows you made at the time... You said you would treat me well..."

"I didn't say that! Not a word!"

Xia Lan looked miserable.

"Then... take me home, just like when you took me up the mountain..."

"No! Don't come near me!"

Xia Lan begged Li Qiancheng there and only cared about howling ghosts and wolves, and didn't listen carefully to what Xia Lan said.

Bai Yujun didn't have time to waste, so she walked up to Li Qiancheng and grabbed Li Qiancheng's long black hair and lifted it up. Not to mention, it's really easy to be pulled into braids with long hair.

"It's too ink-stained, why is it so hard to ask you to help bring the bones back?"

"Excuse me..."

Slapped back the remaining half of the sentence, waved the scabbard to part the grass to reveal the dead bone inside, and then looked closely at Li Qiancheng's face close to the dead bone.

"Did you see, this is Xia Lan's corpse, you hurry up and take the corpse back for burial, the elders are crying like an old lady."

Who would have thought that Li Qiancheng would go crazy as soon as he let go.

Maybe it's because the frightened extreme will turn into crazy anger. After letting go of him, he immediately grabs the dead bones and smashes and kicks Xia Lan's dead bones like crazy. After seven years of wind and sun, the dead bones are so fragile that they are broken in the blink of an eye. trampled into slag...

Bai Yujun was stunned...

Xia Lan was also shocked...

Li Qiancheng, who was smashing bones, suddenly felt his whole body tense, just like the feeling of being stared at by a wild beast when he was a child, his hands and feet were cold and his whole body trembled, and he turned his head carefully to look behind him.

Turning his head, he saw a knife resting on his neck, and the beautiful woman had an indifferent expression.

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