Seeing Brother Nian's innocent face, I really wanted to go up and help him, and then throw him down. It's so embarrassing for me, why don't you make him stupid? Then you can't bully me, hehe......

"One is useless waste, the other is a half-grown child, is there really no one in your ghost hunting door?"

Hearing this, I snorted coldly and said, "Old monster, you are so rampant, my ghost hunting sect is the number one sect in the world, and any person can destroy you." If you dare to speak wildly, see if I don't tear your mouth apart!Hmph......"

When the female ghost in red heard this, she smiled disdainfully and said: "Just say that you don't practice fake tricks, let the old lady see how many catties and taels you have as a ghost hunter!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately stretched out a pair of claws and pounced on me.

Seeing this, I didn't dare to slack off, and immediately bit the tip of my tongue, and a mouthful of true yang saliva squirted out violently.

My dad told me that he said that biting the tip of his tongue and spewing out the blood in his mouth is actually one of the Heavenly Master's spells, called True Yang Salivation!

Yang Qi is the right way to restrain all supernatural powers, and tongue blood is the strongest blood of Yang Qi in the human body, when encountering tricky evil ghosts, most of the casters bite the tip of the tongue first, so that one can spew out true yang saliva at a critical moment, and the other can avoid the invasion of ghost qi into the body, so that they can also get on the way.

In fact, this is the first time I've used True Yang Saliva for the simple reason that I'm afraid of pain.

Dad said that when he was young, he caught ghosts, and he had to bite the tip of his tongue more than a dozen times a day, and I didn't think it was a big deal, but now I don't think so, woo...... Because it really hurts!

I endured the burning pain on the tip of my tongue and hurriedly protected the Seven Star Dragon Yuan Sword in front of me. Although the true yang saliva spewed out by this boy of mine is more powerful, but this female ghost in red has been dead for hundreds of years, and if she is hit by my true yang saliva is only a few steps back.

Seeing her pounce again, I immediately picked up my true qi and slashed away. This red-clothed female ghost didn't take me seriously, how could she know the power of my Seven-Star Dragon Yuan Sword.

I saw that her palm had just touched the sword body of the Seven Star Dragon Yuan Sword, and she immediately retracted. Looking at her hands again, there was already green smoke, and she screamed "wow" in pain.

At this moment, I finally let out a bad breath, and before she could react, I slashed down with a sword.

The female ghost in red suffered a lot, so naturally she didn't dare to underestimate me anymore, so she hurriedly stepped back. I didn't think that this retreat happened to collide with Brother Nian who had just gotten up.

When I saw it, I almost fell headlong, and then I reluctantly put down the sword in my hand.

The unlucky Brother Nian turned out to be ...... was accidentally hit by this female ghost.

It's a pity that he holds the vajra in his hand, and before he can launch it, he has become a refuge for this red-clothed female ghost. The next scene, I really can't bear to look at it directly.

I saw Brother Nian, a big man, suddenly cocking his orchid fingers, his legs together, and he looked twisted and pinched. If I hadn't eaten enough today, I would have vomited to show him.

"You little dead ghost, why are you staring at people like this? Am I too beautiful?"

I suddenly heard a flock of crows flying over my head, is there a mistake? Just like a bear, he still talks about beautiful words? Isn't this disgusting to me?

"Ugly bastard, get out of my brother's body. Otherwise, I'm ...... I'll scold you to death!"

As soon as my words fell, Brother Nian crossed his waist, stretched out his hand and pointed at my nose and said, "Little stinky shameless, I want to scold my mother, you don't even know your mother if I can scold." Believe it or not?"

"I ......" I was speechless.

What the hell does this female ghost think? Playing with me? If it weren't for her in Brother Nian's body, I would have to split her.

No, I have to think of a way, since martial arts can't work, then I'll write it.

I reached out and combed the hair on my forehead, and then I looked like I thought I was cute, and whispered, "Auntie, I ......."

", who is your aunt? Old lady, I'm just twenty-eight years old this year!"

Well, I've lost to this shameless female ghost again.

After a little bit of emotion, I said with a smile again: "Little sister, you must be very lonely when you live alone in the well, right? Why don't I chat with you?" What do you think?"

Hearing this, Brother Nian wiped the sweat on his forehead with his orchid fingers, and then hugged his arms and said, "Okay, see if you're still good." The old lady will chat with you for a while. Say, what do you want to talk about?"

What are you talking about? yes? What can I talk about with a century-old female ghost?

I'll have to think about it, ding, there it is.

I cleared my throat, then smiled and said, "Little sister, you are so beautiful, there must be a lot of boys chasing you, right?"

Hearing this, Brother Nian pursed his lips and snorted softly: "That's natural, old lady, I was a flower in Tun'er when I was alive, and whoever saw it wanted to marry home!"

I endured the discomfort in my stomach and continued to smile and asked, "Then who did you marry in the end? How did you die in this ancient well?

When Brother Nian heard this, he immediately lowered his head, and then reached out to cover his mouth and sobbed. It must have been said in her heart, so it made her cry.

At that moment, I suddenly didn't hate her so much, maybe she was just a poor wretch.

Brother Nian cried for a while, and then quieted down a little.

"Little one, would you like to hear me tell me about my past? I remember that it was the twelfth year of the Republic of China, when a feast of flowers was held in the town. Because of my outstanding appearance, I have become a recognized Tun'er flower in Tunzi. Each Tun'er had to choose one person to attend the feast of flowers, so I couldn't shirk it, so I had to rush to the town to participate. I didn't think about it, but it was because of this election for Oiran that I fell into the abyss of no return. Woohoo......"

Speaking of which, Brother Nian began to cry again, and I always felt a little uncomfortable for a big man to wipe his tears with his sleeve like this.

Brother Nian cried for a while, and then continued: "At that feast of flowers, I overwhelmed the crowd and won the Oiran crown in one fell swoop. Unexpectedly, he was one of the foreign ministers in the town, who was very old and had tuberculosis, and the most disgusting thing was that he still had pus on his face. I, a twenty-eight-year-old woman, how can I marry him and be an eighteen-year-old aunt?

I refused in every possible way, but I had no choice but to accept the orders of my parents and the words of the matchmaker. But just as I put on my wedding dress and was about to leave the cabinet, the old man was dying. I didn't even have time to get on the sedan chair, so I became a widow. The mother-in-law's family refused to recognize me, so I had to continue to live in Tun'er. Later, when the situation was turbulent, a young and handsome man broke into my life. The two of us spent the moon and the moon, and soon fell in love.

At that time, I only had one wish, which was to marry him, farm and weave with him, and have a group of dolls. Sigh only sigh that you are born in troubled times, and you can't help yourself. Just as I put on my wedding dress for the second time and was about to board the sedan chair to pass through the door. My one was taken away by the government, saying that he was a rebellious revolutionary party. For a time, rumors spread. Some people say that I don't abide by women's morals, water-based poplars, and some people say that I hit Kefu and am lonely all my life. I couldn't bear it, so I put on my wedding dress and jumped into the well. I'm just chasing my own love, is this really wrong? Should I be pointed at? Little brother, do you think I should hate, should I resent?"

Indeed, the story of this female ghost really makes me very sympathetic. But as the saying goes, a poor person must have something to hate, is she really not doing anything wrong?

I don't think things are as simple as she says, but what went wrong?