Xiao Xu, curled up in a ball and hiding in his clothes, knew that the aura of the people around him had changed.
It trembled and shrank back, feeling nervous as if there was a tiger in front and a wolf behind.
Seeing that the boy was still looking at her calmly, the female ghost was a little surprised. If other children saw her like this, they would probably scream in horror and run away. They would not be as calm as him.
Even if you look closely, you can still catch a glimpse of subtle disgust and aversion in those calm eyes.
She had been a ghost for many years, but this was the first time she had seen someone who wasn't afraid of ghosts. Could he be pretending? She suddenly became interested, twisting her head and body into a strange arc, crawling on the bloodstained bluestone slab, and slowly moving towards the boy.
Shen Yanjin's brows furrowed more and more. He pulled out the small sword from the wheelchair, and when the female ghost crawled to his feet and raised her face that was so rotten that it could not be seen clearly.
He stabbed down with a sword.
"Haha, ordinary weapons can't hurt me at all, you are careless, kid."
As soon as she finished saying this, the female ghost felt a sharp pain in her head. Logically speaking, dead people would no longer feel pain, not to mention that she was not a human.
The female ghost rolled over and over on the ground in pain, trying to take out the sword, but no matter how hard she tried to grasp it with her bloody hands, it would bounce away.
“Ahhhh—”
After a while, the female ghost with a distorted and terrifying face gradually turned into wisps of green smoke and disappeared in the yard, and the red satin that could be seen everywhere also slowly became transparent until it disappeared without a trace.
Xiao He breathed a sigh of relief. He used his little mouth to pull at the collar a few times. After seeing that the female ghost was really gone, he slowly crawled out from the collar. He subconsciously opened his little eyes and looked at the blood-red on Shen Yanjin's forehead.
There was a faint red light emanating from it.
It curiously moved closer and pecked at it, and the red light actually became a little brighter, making the face under the red light look stunningly beautiful.
Shen Yanjin raised his hand and grabbed the little fat girl who was making little movements on his forehead. Yun Luoguang's sleeves fluttered, and his voice was neither anxious nor impatient, "Stop making trouble."
“Chirp.”
It was just curious and didn't make any noise.
Xiao Xu, who had calmed down, was still staring at Shen Yanjin's forehead without even blinking.
It seemed to have discovered something incredible. The male protagonist possessed powers that even ghosts feared, but he didn't know it?
He couldn't see the red mark on his forehead.
Why?
This setting doesn't seem to be mentioned in the book. Did I miss it?
Xiao Xu tilted his head and thought deeply, but no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't figure it out.
Then, it was led back to the bedroom like a chicken being led.
Seeing the messy and gloomy room, Xiao Xu's mouth twitched suddenly, and he felt a little pity for Chen Yanjin.
Seeing how messy the room is, it's probably related to the female ghost. The female ghost must have turned into a physical form shortly after they left, and vented her anger in Shen Yanjin's room.
The servants probably came in to clean it up several times, but later they found that no matter how they cleaned it, it would return to its original state after a short time, which scared them to death.
Over time, I no longer dared to step into this strange yard.
Shen Yanjin stood up from the chair and silently tidied up the room. His injuries had not yet healed, and after a while, he felt a little overwhelmed.
His wide silk sleeves were covered in dust, and his face looked a little pale.
Inside the gold-threaded collar, the smooth white neck revealed sweat as clean as rainwater, dripping into the collar, which was suggestive.
Xiao Xu flapped his wings and landed on his hot shoulders, wiping the sweat from his neck with his soft feathers, as if he were using himself as a handkerchief to wipe away the sweat.
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