Fu Yue casually pulled a little girl in the crowd and asked with a smile, "Little sister, what's wrong?" ”

The little girl was thin and thin, her skin was quite white, she had a small face the size of a palm, and her eyes were a little scary, but she looked a little malnourished at the age of fourteen or fifteen.

I can't say how beautiful it is, but it's pretty beautiful.

There was no blood on his face, and he looked like a ghost.

Fu Yue was taken aback.

The little girl said weakly, "Sister, what do you want to ask me?" ”

Fu Yue lowered her voice.

"Sister wants to ask who the dead person over there is over there?"

A weird smile appeared on the little girl's face, and her pale face became more and more gloomy, "Oh, the one who died, that's the son of Zhao Yuan's family." ”

Fu Yue continued: "Do you know that little sister......

Before she finished her words, at this time, someone passing by looked at Fu Yue with a very strange look and pointed at her.

"What's the matter with this girl? It's a pity that she's so beautiful, but it's a ...... with a brain problem."

"It looks like it's true, what are you talking to the air in broad daylight?"

Hear this.

Fu Yue subconsciously looked at the two people, and suddenly felt a chill behind her, and when she turned around again and looked in the direction of the little girl.

I found something very strange.

The little girl is gone.

It's like vanishing out of thin air.

Fu Yue froze in place, her beautiful peach blossom eyes were stunned, everything around her, the numb and indifferent faces of pedestrians, everything seemed to swallow her, and the oncoming sunlight was cold.

Until a slender hand grabbed Fu Yue's shoulder and shook it a little hard.

"Jiang Ji, Jiang Ji."

Only then did Fu Yue come back to his senses.

The snow-clothed monk's beautiful face flashed a little melancholy, he took Fu Yue's hand and pulled her to a secluded place with few people, and then asked, "What happened to you just now?" ”

Fu Yue asked tentatively.

"You just ...... Did you see me talking to a little girl? ”

In Fu Yue's expectant eyes.

Fan Xiu shook his head slowly, his thin lips closed one by one.

"What I just saw was you talking into a cloud of air."

Fu Yue: "! ”

She was completely skeptical of life.

In broad daylight, hell alive.

Fu Yue looked around and found that there was no one around, so he moved closer to Fan Xiu, stood on tiptoe, attached it to his ear, and said softly: "I may have seen a ghost......

The girl's lips are closed one by one.

The hot breath that was spit out was sprayed on the side of the man's white ear, and it was slightly itchy.

Fu Yue roughly described the girl's appearance again, and after listening to everything, Fan Xiu gradually frowned.

A teenage girl with a thin look and big eyes...... Isn't that what that female ghost looks like?

"That's her."

The snow-clothed monk opened his lips, and the sudden words made Fu Yue a little confused, "Huh? What she? ”

Sanskrit meditation is concise and to the point.

"The female ghost."

Fu Yue instantly exploded: "! What the? ”

Fu Yue, who knew the truth, burst into tears.

In broad daylight, she was the only one who saw it......

Fu Yue burst into tears in her heart.

She looked at the snow-clad monk in front of her with a wooden face, "So, why is it only me who can see that female ghost, could it be that she is eyeing me?" ”

Brahman was silent for a moment.

Reassuring: "I will protect you." ”

"The breakthrough should be in that girl, and since you can see her, maybe she'll find you again."

Right now.

A soft girl's voice sounded in Fu Yue's ears, it sounded very close, but it seemed to be very far, very weird.

"Of course."