I agreed to wait for me to come back and go to find Yasha and Fan Wuxue together. What happened? As soon as I came back, Qingyang brought me a sloppy note and opened it and saw that it was no different from what I thought. However, Qingyang stood in front of me, with his slim waist and mouth so that he could lift a small bucket.

From the bottom of my heart, I was the little follower who was intertwined between Dahei and Xiaobai. After all, my previous friendship was limited. Regarding the matter with Yasha this time, I did not have a firm stand and said to Xiaobai. Xiaobai did not say anything wrong or did it. It would be best if he and Dahei were dealt with by himself. As for me, I would wait at home.

Of course, I was really angry at the beginning, and after I figured it out, I felt much more comfortable. Now I just prayed: But don’t just have a group of lonely ghosts at this critical moment.

Qingyang was upset for me, and he pinched his claws and seemed to be secretly talking about Xiaobai's name. I squatted down and picked up the little guy, stroked the tuft of white hair that was raised, "Tell my mother, did Xiaobai tell you something before leaving?"

Qingyang raised his head, lit Zou Zhou's chin with his nose, stared at him, and muttered in a low voice: "Brother Xiaobai just tell me and let me wait for you to come back."

"Just just say this?"

"Yeah, that's right, mom."

I thought Xiaobai would leave behind words that made me feel warm.

Because the palace of Wuchang is remote, even if you open the door and sit on the threshold for a day, you won’t see one or two ghosts passing by. But I just like this, quietness is suitable for thinking. After settling down, such a quiet moment is rare, but now I am a little uncomfortable.

After coaxing Qingyang to sleep, I took out the Hundred Ghosts Book from my clothes, walked out of the room quietly, walked out of the room lightly, sat on the swing made for me by Xiaobai in the yard with a bamboo tube, and began to concentrate on reading.

One hour later.

Bang bang bang bang...

Suddenly, Yin Jing suddenly made a strange sound, which really made me feel unconscious, but the content in the book firmly attracted me to read it one by one. In this way, I didn’t deliberately pay attention to where the sound came from.

However, the sound became louder and louder. When I heard it, it seemed to be coming from the room. It was so noisy that I had to put down the book and walk into the room. I glanced casually and didn't see anything? But the noise in my ears was still making trouble.

Qingyang was very well-behaved. After following me, he had never seen him make trouble once. It was absolutely impossible to make things in the house sound. I couldn't help but think: Could it be that some people know that the two Lord Wuchang have gone out to steal or do other bad things? If I think about it further, I couldn't help but get goose bumps on my body and suddenly felt a cold in my heart.

First, I closed the bedroom door and took a quick and rushing step, staring at an iron stick leaning against the corner of the dining table. I subconsciously hugged the clothes tightly, held it without caring about the sound, and walked carefully along the strings of black footprints left on the ground. After walking hundreds of steps, I came to the kitchen, thinking that it would be possible that it would be a mouse to steal it? I glanced around and tiptoed to open the cabinet. The leftovers leftovers left in it were still there last night, but the fact was not what I thought.

The iron stick was too heavy, so it was placed on the ground. I didn't think much about it and turned around, but I found a ghost standing in front of me. Maybe I was frightened enough, so I stood calmly, staring at the strange ghost in front of me. I just didn't listen to the command of my head and couldn't move.

He was one head shorter. At first glance, the top of his head was bare, as if it was an old tree without leaves in the cold winter, and it was still the kind of old tree with its own light. He was wearing a black Hoori and a self-defense little sword inserted around his waist. He dressed quite like that, and he felt like a majestic old man.

I seemed to have seen this ghost somewhere, and I thought about it for a while without results. I found that the old man had stared at me for a long time and continued to observe. The portrait in the book appeared in my mind. I suddenly realized and couldn't suppress my excitement, "You... are you a slim ghost?" He stretched out his hand. In order not to say that it was an ungrateful ghost, I immediately withdrew my hand and waited for his answer.

In the past, the first time I saw a slut who was disgusted or afraid of his own ghosts or humans, and was so excited that he was incoherent.

"Yes, yes, I'm a slim ghost. What's your name?"

The serious face made by the slippery ghost immediately turned into a sunflower.

It is really appropriate to say that it is a flower, because I have never seen an old man smile so brightly.

"My name is Zou Zhou. If you come to Xie Bi'an or Fan Wujiu today, you should go back first. They are not at home if they have any troubles these days."

When the slippery ghost heard this, it seemed like he had known before. No hair on his head did not mean his chin was still hairy. The slippery ghost touched the tail along his beard, and his rough fingers rolled into his gray beard and looked at the strange thing. He nodded comfortably and smiled: "This is just right. I just want to come to you today, so you don't have to worry about me."

The slip-headed ghost really said that, as I saw the slip-headed ghost walking into our bedroom, I hurriedly followed. Seeing the slip-headed ghost stepping on two steps, leaning against the bed, holding Qingyang's tail without hesitation and throwing it into my arms, doing something to not make noise at me, yawning on my back, climbing onto the bed without even taking off my shoes, covering my eyes with my cover, lying down and snoring directly towards me, falling asleep.

Damn, this face is really not too thick. I muttered silently in my heart.

The book says this: If it is a slippery ghost visiting, don't let him enter the door. Once he sits down, he may never get up again. You can suffer from trouble. It can be said that he is a notorious monster who never leaves - Slippery Glaze.

Hahaha. Is it alarmist or is it true?

I just hope it is the former.

I heard from Manzhu's tone that she had a bad impression of the sloppy ghost. Besides, Manzhu's body is weaker than me, so it is impossible to involve Manzhu when dealing with the sloppy ghost. When Yan Mo was in the mansion, although he had an extremely wise assistant and sister Yan Luo, he was still busy with everything. Even if this was not the case, I couldn't ask them for help when the sloppy ghost broke into our house.

I, Zou Zhou, are also great. Even if I am the only one, I can drive the slut out.

Do it as soon as you say it.

The confused Qingyang didn't know that he had been thrown out of the bed, and I put it on a rattan chair by the window and continued to sleep.

I don't want to do this kind of pediatrics when I lifted the quilt and threw it with a pillow. I guess the sloppy ghost must be hungry and thirsty when I came here from afar. I simply treated all the food in my house and didn't buy it myself. He is not a fool. He is lazy at home and has nothing left in the end. What's the point of leaving it?

The snoring of the slippery ghost was shocking enough. I woke up Qingyang. After we entered the kitchen together, it was still clear through the two doors.

I thought there was a bottle of Japanese sake left in the wine cabinet, which came in handy. However, I asked Qingyang to pack up first, and then put it in a pot with the dried tea leaves and put it on the dining table in the main hall. And I picked a few cucumbers from the vegetable field in the corner of the yard and made pickled cucumbers. The remaining sausage was diced, stir-fried with radish, and made an egg tomato soup. Everything was OK.

"Let's have dinner." I took off my apron and called Qingyang to wash my hands together.

Less than a minute.

Sure enough, Qingyang and I just sat on the seat, and the slip-headed ghost yawned and sat on the chair we left behind in a row, not saying anything politely. She sat opposite me, and quickly pursed her mouth, picked up the chopsticks and tasted every dish, and gave her a thumbs up, "I didn't expect that you can cook such a good first-hand dish, little girl, you will be so lucky if you marry you." After the words, the slip-headed ghost wiped out the fallen leaves, killing all the dishes, and the plates were added cleanly, as if they had been washed.

Ignore the praises for me and how do you know that I am a girl? Did the sloppy ghost run out of the slum?

I lowered my head and saw Qingyang swallowing. It was obvious that it was looking forward to trying the dishes I had made. In fact, I was also curious about how much my skills have improved.

I had no choice but to pick up the chopsticks and knocked on the edge of the bowl, "Since I'm full, how about you try this tea again?" I stood up and put the cup of water that poured the tea in front of the slippery ghost.

"Yeah yah yah yah... It's not bad, it tastes much better than the tea from where we are."

I don’t guess whether the slippery guy really likes it. However, I have eaten and drunk. Don’t you want to say anything else to my master?

I pretended to be very happy, poured another cup for the slip-on ghost, sat opposite him and waited quietly for him to speak.

However, after finishing the meal, the slippery ghost just went to bed, and he didn't leave a word and walked to the room to prepare for a long time. He made me angry and wanted to vomit blood.

Qingyang didn't want his mother to be angry with the sloppy head ghost, blocking the sloppy head ghost's way, stretching out her claws and baring her teeth, "You left the table and slept with no thanks to your mother. It's really irresponsible!"

The slippery ghost touched his bare head, laughing and crying, turned around and bowed to Zou Zhou, "Yes, yes, this raccoon cat is right, thank you for your kind hospitality. I am very sleepy now and want to have a sleep. I will definitely thank you again after waking up."

Should I be angry? Or should I be angry? After all, I am also the master, so I squeezed out a smile and nodded:
Chapter completed!