She was originally a master. She is a master brother, nothing else, just a sweet mouth, she loves to listen to what she says!

"Senior Brother Xiao has heard a lot of rumors outside, right?" Zhao Xuanjing seemed to be smiling but not smiling, making Xiao Yurong a little uneasy.

"It's nothing more than that Senior Sister knows yin and yang, I know that." Xiao Yurong was still naive.

Just know yin and yang, don't all Taoists in the world like this?

Zhao Xuanjing smiled: "Our senior sister should be sending some drinks to the ghost now. The ghost... should be standing within three steps of Senior Brother Xiao's left."

"How do you know?" Xie Qiao was quite surprised.

"You have been looking at that place just now."

Xie Qiao was a little disappointed. She thought that the prince could also see him.

"The ghost?" Xiao Yurong laughed, "You guys can really joke, how can the ghost follow Xiao? Xiao is not afraid of shadows, and never does anything wrong..."

Xiao Yurong supported his backbone and looked very calm.

In Xie Qiao's heart, scholars are not too courageous. For example, Wen Lancheng, who met in the suburbs a few days ago, Zhao Xuanjing and her eldest brother both had calm faces and their faces were as usual, so Wen Lancheng looked like a dish, which was not easy.

Xiao Yurong should be about the same.

Unexpectedly, he was so calm and relaxed. This courage is really good?

"Junior Brother Xiao’s idea is correct. You have a sense of righteousness in your heart. You don’t dare to invade the crooked ways. The ghost I crossed today was pitiful and dying. He just wanted to drink a few sips of alcohol, so I posted it last night. Under the bed, I kept scratching the board with my nails, making me sleepless..." Xie Qiao also briefly described the ghostly appearance.

This ghost looked pretty among all the ghosts she had seen.

The complexion is also ruddy, but it's not good enough to have a disheveled hair.

Xiao Yurong stood still, with a stiff expression on his face.

Zhao Xuanjing smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Yurong believed that Sister Mo would not lie to him.

and so……

Is there a ghost?

What should he do now? Want to... stand, sit, or move?

He struggled slightly with his hands twice, and finally thought that Sister Mo and his brother did not move, he restrained the horror, but still couldn't help but breathe in. After a short time, the cold sweat would be Down.

And Xie Qiao did not continue to pay attention to her, but waited for the ghost to finish drinking, and after confirming it, he put the ghost away.

There are many ghosts near the Mid-Year Festival, and she is going to Mengjiapu again. The road is not safe, so she brought a lot of good things. The bottles for the ghosts are also very complete. Even, she also brought things for opening the altar, etc. When the day comes, he will go directly through the puppet door and send away the ghost on the road.

At that time, the scene will definitely be concealed, and talking to Xiao Yurong in advance will also make him psychologically prepared.

The action of Xie Qiao's collection of the ghost made Xiao Yurong's expression worse.

"Senior brother, don’t be afraid. People are going to die. The dead are similar to the living, just like clouds and cotton. I have this ability, and it’s a good thing. If the younger brother has a last wish after his death, you can come to me. At that time, I will be able to do it for you, and not let you die with regret." Xie Qiao said again.

Zhao Xuanjing couldn't help being happy.

It's okay not to say this, it's so clear that Xiao Yurong can stand it.

I just watched Xiao Yurong's face turned blue and white, and gritted his teeth, squeezing out an ugly smile: "Much, thank you Sister..."