Dark clouds blocked the sky, and outside the window, there was a heavy storm. Raindrops as big as beans hit the window, then gathered into streams on the window and slowly flowed down.

The wind blew the shadows of the trees onto the transparent glass windows, making them look like hideous ghosts, ferocious and creepy.

This situation is very suitable for shooting a horror movie.

But Bai Ningning found that even though she was timid, she didn't feel scared at all.

Bai Ningning ignored Qing Huai's bluff and easily took his hand from Yun Xian's neck, but her eyes went straight into his. "So, do you want to talk alone?"

He was clearly sitting on the desk, looking down at her, but he had the illusion that their eyes were at eye level.

Qing Huai stared at her, snorted coldly with a forced smile, and as if to vent his anger, he threw Yun Xian to Yun Youshun.

Yun Youshun instinctively caught his son. With a dull thud, he served as a cushion for Yun Xian and was knocked unconscious.

I don’t know if it was because of her amazing willpower that she persisted until she was sure her son was safe before fainting; or if it was because she was too exhausted from the intense mental fluctuations of extreme joy and sorrow.

Bai Ningning didn't even look at them. The more she cared, the more dangerous they were.

Qing Huai was slightly satisfied with Bai Ningning's expressionless face and lack of emotion in her heart. The corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up slightly, but he quickly pursed them into a straight line and stared at Bai Ningning with a stern face to see what other tricks she was going to play.

Bai Ningning let go of his hand and walked around to sit on the swivel chair behind the desk.

Qinghuai's hands suddenly felt empty, and he became slightly unhappy again.

Bai Ningning casually rested her hands on the armrest of the chair, her tone lazy and comfortable: "Let me ask a few irrelevant questions first. You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

She was below and needed to look up at Qinghuai, but her eyes and aura were like a queen, and her tone was gentle but with an air of calmness that brooked no room for questioning.

Qinghuai floated in the air, deliberately allowing his ghostly aura to spread wildly in the house, trying to create some sense of oppression on Bai Ningning.

Bai Ningning ignored him, supporting her face with her right hand. "From here to the Jun family, it's at least a few hundred kilometers. I borrowed the road from the underworld. What about you? Why are you here so fast?"

No one spoke, but it wasn't quiet at the moment.

There was a violent storm outside, and raindrops as big as beans were dripping on the eaves. The rustling of leaves in the howling wind and the sharp whistling sounds coming through the window were mixed together, like the screams of ghosts.

The room was not peaceful either. Qinghuai's ghostly aura was running around in the house, and the sounds of books falling and pages turning could be heard from all directions.

An ancient castle in the mountains, on a rainy day, haunted.

It certainly meets all the elements of a horror film, not to mention that there are real ghosts in front of you.

These ghostly spirits seemed to be conscious and did not approach Bai Ningning, leaving her a half-meter radius of peace.

Bai Ningning waited quietly for ten seconds. Seeing that he didn't speak, she calmly changed the question: "Did you know all along that the Ghost Alliance was related to you, or did you find out about it recently?"

The ghostly aura in the house quieted down for a moment, but only for a moment, and then it began to destroy the layout and facilities in the study even more severely.

The ghost energy knocked open the locked box in the corner, smashing the Lego puzzle inside into pieces and scattering the parts everywhere.

A Lego part hit the wall and bounced back, flying towards Bai Ningning's face. She didn't move, as if she didn't feel any danger.

When the part was ten centimeters away from her face, it was intercepted by an unknown ghost, stopped in the air, and shattered into powder the next second.

Bai Ningning didn't react at all, still looking at Qing Huai calmly: "Now you have the final say in the Ghost Alliance, right?"

"yes."

As Qing Huai responded, the window was knocked open by the ghostly aura, and the wind and rain rushed into the study with a chill.

The open window was not very close to Bai Ningning. The rain wet the books scattered on the ground, and the wind blew Bai Ningning's hair.

She could feel the cool breeze, but not a drop of rain fell on her.

"Okay, this next question is very important. I hope you can answer it."

Bai Ningning didn't seem to care about the answer to the previous question, nor did she care about the messy study room.

She didn't even care about the wind blowing her hair around.

Bai Ningning casually tucked her hair behind her ears, and when she tilted her head back, there was a very faint, barely noticeable smile on her face.

She asked, "Does it hurt?"

Qing Huai looked at her in a daze.

The window was closed again, blocking out the wind and rain, which made a shriller howling sound than before.

The Lego parts flying all over the room fell to the ground at the same time, and the scattered knocking sounds echoed with the sound of rain outside the window.

The ghost energy seemed to be at a loss at this moment, quietly reducing its presence, not knowing what to do.

Bai Ningning looked at him quietly.

She would wait ten seconds for the previous questions, and if he didn't answer her, she would move on to the next one.

But ten seconds passed and Bai Ningning showed no intention of asking the next question.

Qinghuai said nothing and stared at her.

This is the relationship between the two of them, connected by a string, which can be a dog leash or a kite string.

This thread cannot be cut or broken free.

It does hurt.

It hurts to be too far away from her.

This kind of pain seemed negligible to him, far less painful than being trapped in the Soul Transformation Formation day and night without seeing the future and hope.

Qing Huai narrowed his eyes: "You want me to hand over the Ghost Alliance to the underworld?"

"To be honest, it's not impossible." Bai Ningning accepted it reluctantly. "Ghosts can take over, but evil spirits are a bit more difficult to deal with. There are currently no suitable positions for them."

She seemed to be seriously considering the feasibility of the Ghost Alliance merging into the underworld.

Qing Huai was angry for no reason, and he couldn't tell what he was angry about.

He could find many reasons to be angry. For example, this evil woman actually wanted to use him as a tool to control the Ghost Alliance. For example, she was always thinking about saving people, completely disregarding the feelings of the ghosts, and meddling in his affairs several times. And she asked some random questions, deliberately making him angry...

She would always say something to ruin his good mood when he was in a slightly better mood.

But why is she always so nonchalant and calm?

Why isn't she angry?

Qinghuai's emotions were particularly extroverted today. For example, when he was unhappy, you could see with the naked eye that the evil spirit was raging throughout the room.

"Just be quiet." Bai Ningning brushed off the ash from the roof that fell on her. "This house isn't solid to begin with. If it collapses, you won't die as a ghost, but I will be crushed to death."

She seemed to be amused by her own words, her eyebrows raised slightly, and her tone became light and playful: "If I die, you will die too. Does dying together count as a suicide for love?"

Qing Huai felt that she was simply wasting his time, so he threw up his sleeves and wanted to leave.

Bai Ningning grabbed the corner of his clothes - it was impossible to grab him, after all, ghosts have no physical form. As long as he didn't want to be touched by her, she could only grab a ball of empty ghost energy.

But she held on.

He stopped too.

Bai Ningning was still sitting in the swivel chair. Because she reached out to pull him, her body leaned forward a little. She raised the index finger of her other hand: "One last question."

Qing Huai frowned and stared at her, as if saying: You troublesome woman.

"Forget it then." Bai Ningning let go of her hand, crossed her arms around her chest, leaned back, crossed her legs, and leaned back on the chair. "I won't ask anymore."

Qing Huai stared at her without lowering his head, and his tone did not yield: "I can only ask one question."

But it just sounds like a compromise.

As if he would answer this question no matter what.

Bai Ningning was finally satisfied, raised the corner of her mouth, and said straightly: "What do you think of me now?"

"trouble."

Qing Huai threw down these two words, and the black shadow rolled up and disappeared again.

Bai Ningning suddenly felt that the study became empty.

But in fact, this place is not empty. The father and son of the Yun family fell to the ground, and all kinds of books in the house were scattered all over the floor. There were also some Lego parts dropped everywhere. The area near the window was wet by the rain, and the wet pages of the books were lying on the ground miserably, and the paper was wrinkled.

Bai Ningning couldn't help laughing and complained quietly: "Please keep following me."

That wasn't actually the question she wanted to ask.

She had wanted to ask Qing Huai before, why couldn’t she break the string between them when she could?

Don’t want to or can’t?

There was no reason for his visit this time. It seemed like he was deliberately looking for trouble, but he didn't gain any advantage. It even seemed like he was taking the initiative to send Yun Xian back to her.

Bai Ningning then walked past the books and scattered Lego parts on the floor, went to the Yun family father and son, and squatted down to check on their situation.

The floor was littered with books, as if they were deliberately creating trouble for her and not wanting her to pass.

But these are hardly threats.

There were some black and purple ghost handprints on Yun Xian’s neck. They could not be eliminated in a short time, but they did not pose a threat to his life.

Yun Youshun was not seriously injured, but he was in a very messy state after crying and screaming, and his clothes were covered with dust and stains.

Bai Ningning took out her phone and called the Chu family to report that she was safe: "I'm fine for now, but it's raining heavily on the mountain. Please come and pick me up after the rain stops."

Chu Ze turned on the radio and asked, "Can't you come back directly from the underworld?"

Bai Ningning looked at the rain outside the window and explained, "The Yun family father and son fainted. If I leave from the underworld, I won't be able to take them with me."

"Father and son? Yun Xian is here too?"

Bai Ningning: "Yes, it's a long story. I'll tell you when I get back."

It was raining heavily outside the window, with no sign of stopping. The mountain roads were muddy, and after the rain the dirt roads became wet and soft, making them unsuitable for driving.

Bai Ningning thought for a moment and changed her tone, "Forget it. The muddy road on the mountain is not easy to walk on. Let them take me down the mountain when the rain stops. You can just wait for me at home."

"Goodbye, call me when the rain stops." Chu Yuyan suddenly spoke, his tone as calm as if he was teaching her the basics of taking a taxi. "Big brother has a private jet, let him find someone to pick you up."

He was not at ease leaving his sister in the Yun family.

Not to mention that this family is a fence-sitter, what if ghosts or mysterious spirits seeking revenge come knocking on their door?

Bai Ningning vaguely heard the sound of the dial key, and Chu Yuyan seemed to be on the phone.

Bai Ningning couldn't help but laugh: "Okay, thank you dad and second brother, and thank you eldest brother."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and no sound could be heard. Bai Ningning suspected that the call was hung up or the signal was bad.

Chu Ze suddenly shouted: "What did you just say? Say it again?"

"I said..." Before she could speak, she vaguely heard the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Then the old father howled: "Your phone hit my foot!!"