The carriage door slowly opened, Fu Ming moved his ears and immediately rolled and crawled out of the carriage, plunging into the amusement facilities with the lights flashing in front of him.

The little devil sitting on the window of the car: "..."

The little flower spirit secretly hung in the carriage and peeped at it: "Little master, there is no fun here, can I go back?"

Wanwan sent a message to the little flower spirit: "Okay, come back."

When the little flower spirit flew back, Wanwan had already got off the train.

Huang Xikong looked at her dressing herself up as a little ghost, and always felt... not too scary, but ugly and cute.

Wanwan took the small mirror and looked up beautifully, touched her crushed nose bridge and freckled cheeks, and blinked her big eyes.

"I always feel like something is missing?"

Wanwan stared at herself in the small mirror and murmured to herself.

Gumantong floated over with a lollipop that was about the size of her face. Looking at Wanwan who had changed her appearance, she looked shocked.

Wanwan looked up at him for a moment, and her little fist hit her palm, and she suddenly realized her mind.

"I'm so stupid!"

The eyes are the least similar.

Wanwan used spiritual energy to cover her eyes, and instantly, her big black and white eyes turned as dark as Gumantong.

...

Huang Xikong looked at Wanwan who was becoming more and more like a ghost doll, and thought about the way she brought her baby. It seemed that something was wrong.

Other people's cubs should be more beautiful, right?

Why are the cubs he brought out so keen on making ugly and obsessed with dark fairy tales?

Wanwan stuffed the small mirror into her pocket and shook her hand with Huang Xikong: "Uncle Huang, I'm going to play."

Gumantong looked at Huang Xikong who was standing still, then looked at Wanwan who was jumping happily and ran towards the rotating cup field. He hesitated for a few seconds and followed behind Wanwan.

Compared to the evil spirit master who is much more powerful than him, he still prefers the more interesting little friends.

It's the friend who looks similar to him now, and it's not easy to get close to.

It always feels that getting too close will be dangerous.

But it should be OK to follow her.

Gumantong was a little evil spirit who was in his heart. The group sat in the air and rolled forward a few times, and soon threw Huang Xikong at the end.

...

After Wanwan ran into the fence, she was attracted by the rotating cup in front of her.

Before she could react, she and the little ghost behind her who were rolling in the air were caught in the huge coffee cup on the turntable by the huge pear tree in the center of the rotating cup.

When she was amazed, Fu Ming's screams echoed on the land alone.

Wanwan and the little ghost climbed onto the chair of the coffee cup, tiptoed, and a small head appeared, looking at Fu Ming, who was locked in another rotating coffee cup.

Huang Xikong flashed from outside and sat opposite Wanwan.

Du Lian sat in the coffee cup of Gumantong, waiting for the machine to start running.

Wanwan looked at the huge pear tree in the center, with a few childlike fonts hanging - "Truthful Words Rotating Cup".

She looked at Huang Xikong in confusion: "Why is this coffee cup called the Truth Swirl Cup?"

Huang Xikong shook his head: "It's your idea to build a ghost paradise in a ghost creature. You don't know, how could I know?"

Wanwan thought it was a little bit too.

But she just came up with an idea, and Uncle Huang immediately found other ghosts in the ghost world to start executing.

However, the ghost paradise she actually built is quite different from the ideal blueprint she drew at the beginning.

But there were so many surprises, even better than she thought.

...

"Du Lian just showed me the general drawings of the paradise. I built the paradise in the ghost world according to his drawings. He asked other ghosts for help."

For example, the train they took just now was originally a few carriages buried in the tomb. Du Lian found a few ghosts to transform them into the track train Wanwan wanted.

The huge pear tree in the center of the rotating cup looked familiar.

Huang Xikong lowered his head and thought for a few seconds, and when he looked up at the pear tree, he couldn't help but look surprised.

In the corner of his tomb, there is a bronze-shaped tree-shaped lampstand, which is shaped like a pear tree, with more than a dozen candlesticks on it, and the others are pear blossoms inlaid with solid color crystal stones.

Crystal stones were very rare in the Jin Dynasty at that time and were introduced from Gentiles.

The tree-shaped lampstand in his tomb was said to have used up all the crystal stones that had been paid for tribute for five years.

The tree in front of me... the more I look at it, the more I look like the bronze tree-shaped lampstand.

Du Lian quickly confirmed his guess: "This tree is indeed the lampstand in the tomb of the adults, but it is just a burial weapon and has not produced spirituality. We just found a relatively powerful ghost, attached to the lampstand. We are now in the superimposed ghost creatures, and everything we see is an illusion in the ghost creature."

Wanwan opened her mouth slightly and secretly tapped on her eyelids.

The spiritual energy overflowed, the bizarre pictures in front of me faded in an instant, and the colorful lights around me disappeared.

Only the bronze tree-shaped lamp standing in the boundless darkness, three meters high, silent.

A lot of copper rust has grown on the tree-shaped lampstand, which is no longer as gorgeous as it was when it was cast at the beginning, but Wanwan is still extremely shocked to see it.

Perhaps he noticed that Wanwan was peeking at the true appearance of the lamp. The old ghost who was originally attached to the tree-shaped lamp appeared from a lampstand below.

Wanwan saw the old ghost, combed in a simple bun, wrapped in a navy blue cloth scarf, slowly pulled out half of her body, bent down at Yuanjiu, and bowed her hand to salute.

Wanwan looked at him a little shy, hid herself, and looked at Huang Xikong beside her.

"Uncle Huang, he is paying homage to me."

Huang Xikong smiled and said, "It's okay, family servant."

Wanwan felt it was not good, so she stood on the fixed seat, imitating the old ghost just now, and bowed with both hands.

The movements are a bit clumsy, but they are cute and simple.

Du Lian's voice came from the coffee cup next to him: "The ghosts who are now staying in the ghost world are respectful to Lord Wanwan from the bottom of their hearts."

"If there weren't a little adult here, there wouldn't be an adult today."

I am afraid that shortly after leaving the tomb, I began to lose my mind and completely turned into an angry, bloodthirsty thousand-year-old evil ghost.

Huang Xikong did not interrupt, but just lowered his head and looked at his fingertips lightly.

Wanwan hid in the chair and asked secretly, "I am so powerful?"

Huang Xikong flicked her forehead with his fingertips. Although the yin energy was burned open, his smile did not diminish.

"Things that you think are insignificant are already a great kindness for some people and ghosts."

To prevent him from falling into the ranks of evil ghosts.

It is Wanwan's greatest kindness to him.

Wanwan held her cheeks with both hands and said happily: "I want to tell my brother when I go back, see if he dares to underestimate me in the future."

Huang Xikong picked up the shoes she had accidentally kicked off on the ground and said slowly: "Are you still angry now?"

Wanwan was suddenly asked, a little confused.

"Don't be angry, I'm so happy now."

"Just be happy." Huang Xikong gave her shoes and asked her to put them on by herself, and said calmly, "Don't be angry about Fu Ming's kind of person, it's not worth it."

I promised Wanwan to set up this amusement park more to make her happy.

It was just by the way to scare Fu Ming.

Now Wanwan's attention has shifted from Fu Ming to this paradise.

Then all his efforts will not be in vain.

Wanwan suddenly understood what he was thinking, nodded, and said obediently: "I'm not angry."

"Brother is still fine now, Uncle Huang cares about me very much, and I am already very content."

Huang Xikong looked at her: "This paradise will not be demolished in the future. If you want to come in and play, just tell me when the time comes."

Wanwan jumped happily: "Good~"

...

Seeing that there was no haze on Wanwan's face, Huang Xikong glanced at Fu Ming, who was noisy in the distance.

Now……
Chapter completed!