"Sang Mulan?"

Just as she crossed the road, Sang Que heard someone calling her nickname. She turned around and saw a tall boy wearing a basketball vest carrying two bags of fruit walking towards her.

"Xu Yichao?"

Sang Que subconsciously took a half step back and looked cautiously behind Xu Yichao's head. A shadow shrank suddenly, as if... it was afraid of her?

"Damn, how come you are so good-looking? Did you have plastic surgery or was I blind before?"

Xu Yichao walked up to Sang Que and stared at her with wide eyes, looking shocked.

Sang Que frowned, not knowing where Xu Yichao was coming from, but it seemed that there was something wrong with his aesthetic sense. Someone once showed him a photo of the Fairy Sister, and he looked at it for a long time and only said "average". In his eyes, there are no good-looking women.

At this moment, Sang Que's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a pale, small paper hand reaching out from behind Xu Yichao's head. The hand trembled and tried to cover Xu Yichao's eyes, but when it noticed Sang Que's gaze, it quickly shrank back.

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Later, the three men gathered people to cause trouble. Sang Que called a group of men and women, young and old, from the martial arts school and directly sent them to the police station. No one could escape.

She was holding a half-eaten pancake in her hand at that time. She knocked down the three street hooligans who were bullying her classmates with one hand and one foot. Then she stepped on the face of the leader, ate the pancake with an expressionless face, wiped her mouth and went to school.

Sang Que looked around and felt that the atmosphere was indeed not right. The last time he came, the village was dark, but it did not have this chilly feeling that made the hair on the neck stand on end.

Walking out of the ruins in front, the light from Xu Yichao's mobile phone shone on three plates surrounded by bricks on the corner of the street, as well as the offerings inside.

A black cat tried to steal the roast chicken but was scared away by the light from Xu Yichao's cell phone.

Xu Yichao looked at Sang Que, who frowned. Xu Yichao immediately said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Where in the world do ghosts come from?"

“Help! Help—”

Xu Yichao played with his hair and smiled, "What are you afraid of? It's not like I haven't seen ghosts before. Besides, there's a temple keeper here, so nothing will happen. Let's go. I'm familiar with the village. I'll lead the way for you. If anything happens, I can still... "

"Why is it so dark and foggy? It's bringing back memories of my childhood!"

Xu Yichao glanced at Sang Que, who was expressionless and exceptionally calm, and felt a little embarrassed. He straightened his back, took out his cell phone, turned on the flashlight, and shone it on the ruins around him, pretending to remain calm.

Sangque looked deep into the village. It was only five o'clock, but it was already as dark as before, which gave her a bad feeling.

Sang Que intends to let Grandma Xu Shufen move to her community. She has an empty house in the unit next door, but has not found a tenant yet.

Sangque asked back, "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here? Such a big box, is there a sniper rifle inside? Is the killer your true identity?"

Xu Yichao's words were unconvincing as he couldn't help looking towards the Fat Man's Pork Shop on the street ahead. He had lived in the village when he was a child and he knew about the dismemberment case in the pork shop.

Xu Yichao half covered his face and turned around and walked quickly. Sang Que glanced at the patrolling old man and could only keep up with Xu Yichao. While walking, he sent a text message to his mother, saying that she was doing some business in Xujiawan Village and would not be home for dinner in the evening.

I don’t know whether Grandma Xu’s fate has anything to do with her serving the mountain god. If it does, she was just serving a wild mountain god, but the consequences were so serious.

"Eh? It's not even the Ghost Festival yet, who's here to worship their ancestors?"

"You believe these too? Then... together?" Xu Yichao raised his hand and scratched his head, blushing slightly.

Sang Que kept a safe distance from Xu Yichao, holding a suitcase in one hand and the other hand in his pocket holding the Ghost Soldier Talisman.

Mmm... smells so good! Sister Hong wanted to grab Xu Yichao's arm, but suddenly there was a bang.

The boy classmate she rescued still runs to their classroom every day and stuffs snacks into Sangque's desk pocket. He has been doing this for more than a year, rain or shine.

Then what price does one have to pay to become a disciple of the so-called Taoist master in this strange world? "Her husband died of illness in his sixties. For more than ten years, the temple keeper grandmother has been living alone in the village. My grandmother said that she never charges money for reading fortunes for the villagers and makes a living by picking up waste. She uses all the money her husband saved for her to support college students."

At this moment, Sang Que caught a glimpse of half a paper face behind Xu Yichao, and then the woman tripped over her own feet and fell to the ground, failing to hug Xu Yichao.

She looked behind her in shock, then stood up, hugged her arms, and said to the two in a trembling voice, "There is a ghost! The butcher from the Fatty's Pork Shop is chasing me with a knife. My friend is still locked in the pork shop. Please, help me save him."

Xu Yichao was so scared that he leaned towards Sang Que, "Sister, who are you? Why are you screaming here?"

Sister Hong screamed and pulled her hand back in fright, and a brick fell from somewhere and almost hit her foot.

Xu Yichao scratched his head awkwardly, and suddenly saw an old man with a red armband coming from the corner, looking around.

The village was shrouded in green mist, and except for the occasional cat meow, it was eerily quiet.

Sang Que felt that the paper girl on Xu Yichao's body didn't have any ill intentions, but she was very possessive. She walked in front of Xu Yichao, separating her from Sister Hong. The noise she made would affect her search for other evil spirits.

"Don't be narcissistic. I don't like you."

Xu Yichao originally wanted to say that he protected Sang Que, but then he remembered that at the beginning of the first year of high school, Sang Que became famous in an alley next to the school.

During that time, there was a rumor in the village that the fat man chopped up human and cat meat and sold it as pork, which made him afraid to eat pork for a long time. He starved to the point of being skin and bones, and was finally forced to eat by his grandfather.

"Stay away from him and don't touch him."

Xu Yichao is very outgoing and acts like a fool to everyone.

Sang Que understood that Xu Yichao must have been blinded by a ghost before, so there was something wrong with his vision when looking at women.

"ah!!"

"I went to look for her, too."

Xu Yichao picked up the fruit in his hand and said, "I was telling a story in the group a few days ago. When I mentioned the temple keeper grandma, my grandma asked me to bring some fruit to visit her. After all, she is my lifesaver. I forgot about it while playing games in the Internet cafe this morning. I just remembered it now."

Xu Yichao used his mobile phone to shine in the direction where the woman was running, and saw the black cat running quickly across the center of the street, and nothing else.

"Are there other people in Grandma Xu Shufen's family? Did she say where she would move to after the demolition is completed?"

After seeing the two men clearly, the woman instinctively pounced on the taller and stronger Xu Yichao.

Hearing this, Xu Yichao's eyes widened, and his ears turned red with stimulation from Sang Que's domineering attitude.

"It's bad! Dongzi's uncle is actually patrolling here. He definitely doesn't allow people to enter the village casually. He is the hardest to talk to. Come with me."

Sang Que suddenly remembered that in addition to an old man, she also saw two children around three years old in Xu Shufen's house.

A woman screamed and ran out from the street in front. The light from Xu Yichao's mobile phone gave her hope of life. She crawled towards the two men as if there was a murderer chasing her from behind.

"I think you'd better go back first. Something doesn't feel right in the village today."

The woman had messy curly hair, her red skirt was torn in several places, her face was a mixture of sweat and tears, and her eye makeup was all smudged. She was none other than Sister Hong, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Detective Spirits.

Before Xu Yichao's fiery heart could be cooled by a basin of cold water, he quickly coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment.

The paper figure behind him looked at Sang Que for a moment before slowly shrinking back.

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* Once again, all the stories that are about to happen are fictional and false. They do not reflect or substitute any real places, characters or events. They are all made up by the author with his eyes closed and irresponsibly.

If there are any similarities, then they are similar. What can you do to me? Just a little bit ~ 　　 　 (End of this chapter)