"Ye Qiuhen" was in pain and begged for mercy in horror: "It's not me that wants to harm you, it's not me!"

The female voice with a Jiangsu accent is definitely not Ye Qiuhen’s Mandarin with a straight voice.

"It's not you who hurt me? Then why are you leading me to this room? Tell me quickly!" He Lingyu poked Ye Qiuhen's eyebrows with his fingers.

"It's Ye Qiuhen, it's her!...I'm afraid of light. Where there is light, I dare not come out to attach myself to her." The female ghost said tremblingly.

He Lingyu sneered: "What did she lead me here to do?"

Although He Lingyu said this, he had already believed it a little.

The gray, white, yellow, black, red and green are the highest level of the blue ghost, and the most resentment is also the most resentment. Yesterday she saw this female ghost, with only a light yellow color all over her body, which means that this is just a new ghost. Although she has resentment, her magic power is mediocre. As this female ghost said, she dare not attach to the living person where there is light, and she can only hide in the ring. In this bathroom where the sun cannot shine in, the female ghost can easily attach to Ye Qiuhen.

The female ghost said quietly: "I don't know why she is, or maybe she doesn't want to deal with you. She listened outside the door of this room for a while before going downstairs to find you to open the door."

While she was talking, He Lingyu's fingers never left her eyebrows, and he poked them from time to time. The female ghost couldn't stop being poked back by her, and finally could only press onto the wall.

Of course, what is attached to the wall is Ye Qiuhen’s body.

"You'd better be honest. Since I can see you, I can beat you to death and never be reborn. Tell me honestly who you are? Why are you attached to Ye Qiuhen?" He Lingyu stepped forward again, and Ye Qiuhen's body had already squeezed into the wall again. Fortunately, the walls of the inn were quite solid.

"I...I have no malice, I just want to find that bad guy Chen Yuejiu." The female ghost gritted her teeth.

"Chen Yuejiu? Ye Qiuhen's dead husband?" He Lingyu asked.

The female ghost who was originally shivering suddenly straightened up, and she said viciously: "Yes, it's him. He is not dead. He is still in the world. He must be still in the world!"

At this moment, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door. There was no floor in the corridor. The leather shoes were stepping on the wooden floor, and the sound was particularly clear.

Then a man's voice came: "Who is inside?"

He Lingyu glared at "Ye Qiuhen", put down the fingers that were pressed between her eyebrows, and said to the door: "I am Lingling, come in and close the faucet."

As soon as her voice fell, a middle-aged couple leaned in. It was Mr. Yang and Mrs. Yang who lived in Room 203.

The two of them came back from outside and saw the door half-closed. They were worried that there was a thief, so they asked, and when they saw it was the waiter of the inn and the beautiful lady living next door that they had met this morning, they felt relieved.

The two of them apologized, saying that they must have been in a hurry when they went out and forgot to turn off the faucet.

He Lingyu said nothing, and when he glanced at Ye Qiuhen's eyes were facing Ye Qiuhen's eyes. Seeing that the blood color at the corners of her eyes had just faded, he knew that the female ghost was hiding in the ring again.

She and Ye Qiuhen walked out of Room 203 one after another. Ye Qiuhen looked very tired, no longer the thrill of the moment he had just gone downstairs to call her. It seemed like she hadn't had a good sleep for a few days. She walked to the door of Room 205, just nodded to He Lingyu, and walked in. The door slammed and the sound of chains hanging inside.

He Lingyu shrugged and hummed a song and walked down the stairs.

Spinach was still sleeping in his room, and the hall was empty. He Lingyu sat down behind the front desk, looked at the wall clock, took the notepad, and wrote back at 10:45 in the back of the column 203.

She put down the atomic pen casually, and the tabletop was smooth. The pen rolled a few times and fell under the table.

He Lingyu had no choice but to bend down to pick it up, and his eyes fell on his feet. She was wearing a pair of running shoes. In the morning, she went to the cliff wearing these shoes.

A thought flashed through her mind, and the sound of leather shoes stepping on the wooden floor seemed to sound in her ears again, and in addition, there was also the sound of women's high heels.

She stood up and ran to the door, and saw Aunt Zhao feeding the cat.

There are seven or eight cats in the inn. According to Aunt Zhao, these cats were picked up by Shui Mei. They are obedient. Although they are stocked, they don’t usually go far and play near the inn. Aunt Zhao is busy in the morning and has no time to care about them. They can only have time to feed them every day near noon.

Seeing He Lingyu running out hurriedly, Aunt Zhao asked, "What's wrong? Are there any customers who want to start dinner in advance?"

The lunch time at the inn is 12 noon, but occasionally guests will ask for dinner in advance.

He Lingyu shook his head and said, "No need to worry if there is no customer request. By the way, Aunt Zhao, have you seen the guests from Room 203 come back just now?"

Aunt Zhao said, "Why didn't you see it? The lady leaned forward to see the mage of the copper pot beside the water. She was called by her husband and asked her to be careful."

Speaking of the mage of the copper pot, Aunt Zhao looked proud. When a travel blogger came here, he took a photo of the mage of the copper pot and put it on the website. After that, many people came here to visit.

He Lingyu raised his eyebrows gently and smiled, "It seems that this person also likes to raise succulents, and comes here to see the name. No wonder they come here but don't go to the mountain to see the scenery."

"Who knows, they didn't ask me how to grow flowers, nor did they secretly pull the leaves... But, it's really the same as you said. These two people went out early in the morning, but didn't walk far away, just took photos in the bamboo forest behind the inn. There was no bamboo, and there was anything to take photos." Aunt Zhao said helplessly.

The inn led a stream from outside and dug a small pond. It raised hundreds of succulent plants under the water. Perhaps the climate in the mountain is particularly suitable. The succulent plants in the inn are all prosperous. In addition to the copper pot mage, there are many of them that are amazing.

Because most succulent plants can reproduce again with leaves, people often pull the leaves back. Whenever a guest praises the good planting here, Aunt Zhao will look down on her, beware that someone is too savage when pulling the leaves, which will hurt these precious plants.

He Lingyu smiled and said, "It's a good thing not to pull the leaves. Besides, the scenery in the bamboo forest is very good. I think they just like bamboo."

After saying that, she reached out to tease the cat who was eating, chatted with Aunt Zhao for a few more words, and then returned to the hall.

She did not stay in the hall, but went straight to the room on the first floor of Spinach. She might be worried that Shui Mei would come back at any time and Spinach did not close, probably to be able to hear the noise outside, but he obviously overestimated himself. At this time, he was lying on the bed, sleeping like a dead pig.

He Lingyu didn't care about it, and picked up a cup of cold white on the bedside table and poured it on the spinach's face.

Spinach bounced from the bed with a strange cry and stood steadily on the ground. Instead, it scared He Lingyu. He was really underestimated by you before, but I didn't expect you to have such explosive power.

"You are sick!" Spinach roared, with headphones on his ears.
Chapter completed!