Yang Xuming was calm about the injury on his face.

But Ying Sixue couldn't calm down at all.

She came over nervously, staring at Yang Xuming's scratched face and asked, "But your face...was scratched by that black cat. Will there be any corpse poison in this way? ?"

Ying Sixue expressed concern.

Yang Xuming was taken aback for a moment, and touched the three shallow scars on his cheek.

"Uh...probably not?" Yang Xuming said, "This thing is not a zombie, it's just a ghost. How can there be any corpse poison."

Ying Sixue breathed a sigh of relief, "Is that so? That would be great."

Yang Xuming coughed and said, "Now that these two ghosts have been resolved, you should be safe. So I should almost retire... Well, Miss Ying, we will not change the green hills and the green waters, rivers and lakes. Goodbye, I should go home."

Yang Xuming wanted to go back and see what the dead soul said, this is not considered as a completion of the task.

Ying Sixue was slightly startled, "Is this... leaving so soon?"

Yang Xuming shrugged, "It's so late, and it's time to go home."

Ying Sixue shook her head, "Even if you want to leave, please Mr. Yang to wait a while. Your cheek and neck are all bloody, I'll help you deal with it."

"Uh... don't you need it?" Yang Xuming touched his neck, "I just go back and handle it myself."

There was a wound on his neck. Although it was not very deep, it was bleeding a lot.

Now the blood has coagulated on the skin, dry and inexplicably nauseous.

Ying Sixue was serious, "At least, should I express my gratitude?"

"Emmm...well," Yang Xuming said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Although he can go straight away, Yang Xuming thought he was covered in blood and went to take a taxi...I guess no driver would be willing to take him?

It is not impossible to even pull him directly into the police station.

Therefore, Yang Xuming still intends to deal with the blood on his body before going out, so as not to be regarded as a murderer.

The two returned to the living room on the first floor, and Yang Xuming sat down on the sofa.

Ying Sixue took out a small medical kit, squatted in front of Yang Xuming, and started to clean Yang Xuming's wound with hydrogen peroxide.

When cotton dipped in hydrogen peroxide touched the wound, the cold feeling felt a little uncomfortable.

Ying Sixue's movements are very gentle and his expression is serious.

The distance between the two is very close, and even because of Ying Sixue's movement of bending over and lowering his head, Yang Xuming's angle can clearly see the girl under the neckline...cough cough...

Yang Xuming looked away awkwardly.

Ying Sixue spoke suddenly.

"Mr. Yang, can you take the liberty to ask a question?"

"Uh...what's the problem?" Yang Xuming had some inexplicable guilty conscience-could it be that Yang Xuming was seen by the sister who discovered her disappearance? But he really didn't peep on purpose.

As an upright gentleman, Yang Xuming felt that he was wronged.

Ying Sixue did not notice Yang's guilty conscience at all.

She helped Yang Xuming clean the wound on her cheek very seriously, and said softly, "Now that the dust has settled, your friend...isn't there yet?"

"Uh..." Yang Xuming secretly glanced at the box containing Frostmourne, and saw the box without any response.

So, he could only say, "It should come to explain the situation to you later..."

"Then can I ask Mr. Yang one more question?" Ying Sixue looked at Yang Xuming's eyes very seriously and asked.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Yang Xuming looked away with a guilty conscience, "Excuse me..."

"Mr. Yang's friend... is actually a ghost?"

"..."

"Mr. Yang, why don't you speak anymore?"

"I……"

"Your face looks awkward."

"not me……"

"Your eyes are also very guilty."

"Haha...this...I actually..."

"Sure enough, I guessed it right?" Ying Sixue muttered to herself, completely ignoring Yang Xuming's awkward smile, "Mr. Yang was entrusted by the dead to help me, and that ghost... is Sun Xingyao?"

"After Mr. Yang mentioned Xiaobai before, I checked Xiaobai's affairs a bit and found out that he moved to Liupanshui two years ago."

"But then his father chased him and stabbed him to death. Since then, news of haunted people has spread in that abandoned villa."

"Even some time ago, there were foreign tourists who were confused by ghosts and strayed into the haunted villa, and there are records of their postings on the Internet."

Ying Sixue looked at Yang Xuming and said, "The ghost in that villa is Xiaobai, right? After his death, he was still unhappy and asked Mr. Yang to save me? That's why Mr. Yang came to me?"

"And every time I asked that friend for information, Mr. Yang's eyes would always subconsciously look at the wooden box... Is Xiao Bai in the wooden box?"

"Or...in that sword?"

Ying Sixue glanced at the wooden box, thoughtfully, "Mr. Yang’s diary will have a pair of ghost hands that can swallow the ghost. And Mr. Yang’s sword can kill the ghost, which is also unusual. But no matter how you look at that sword, it is just an ordinary COS prop."

"Maybe Xiaobai is hiding in the sword? But he dare not come out to see me?"

"After all, he has moved to Liupanshui for so long, but he never dared to tell me clearly. This guy...isn't he in crush on me?"

Ying Sixue looked at Yang Xuming with a smile but a serious look in her eyes.

"The obsession after it died is me? It is because of me that it persists and refuses to dissipate?"

Ying Sixue's voice was very soft, and her eyes were not aggressive.

But Yang Xuming was watched by her, but cold sweat broke out on his forehead, making him uncomfortable.

"Uh..." Yang Xuming opened his mouth and found that he seemed to have nothing to say?

This girl...what a keen insight!

Is it true that Bai Fumi is a vase?

Your vase is too connotative, right?

The two sides held a stalemate for half a minute. Yang Xuming finally rolled his eyes and knocked on the wooden box beside him.

"Hey! Sun, it's time for you to play."

Yang Xuming said with a pained face, "It doesn't appear at this time, are you planning to be a turtle for the rest of your life?"

At this moment, Yang Xuming suddenly understood why Sun Xingyao was so timid and afraid to confess.

Faced with the girl who had the insight of Max Sixue, I was afraid that he showed a little sign, and the intention had been seen through.

It seems that it's not that the dead house is too scary, but that the object of his crush is too strong.

Yang Xuming opened the wooden box and looked at Frostmourne in the box.

Ying Sixue also lowered her head and looked at this sword.

In the living room, there was a long silence.

Then, a middle-aged man's low roar suddenly resounded from the blade of the sword.

"Get out!"

In the next second, a fat shadow was kicked out, lying on the floor, looking at the two living people in the living room in horror.

Yang Xuming smiled, "Oh... come out?"

Ying Sixue frowned, "Xiao Bai? Is it really you?"