"You...what kind of weapon is this?!"

A slightly surprised voice suddenly came from behind, causing the smile on Ye Chen's face to freeze instantly.

He quickly turned around, pulled out the revolver from his waist, and vigilantly aimed at the girl in red who appeared behind him.

"Who are you?"

"What do you think?" the red-dressed girl said unhappily, "You just destroyed the paper cat that possessed me, and you're asking me who I am?"

Ye Chen was slightly startled, and then exclaimed: "It's you, you are not a monster, you are a female ghost?!"

The girl in red curled her lips, ignored Ye Chen's alert face, walked to the table behind him, and picked up the red paper with a distressed look on her face.

"Oh, it's completely broken. Do you know how difficult it is for me to cut a paper man? Ye Chen, you have to compensate me!"

"..." Ye Chen frowned, "You know my name?"

"Of course, I came here specifically to find you. I wanted to lead you outside the Ren Mansion first and then tell you my purpose. But who would have thought that you would be so abominable. Not only did you disguise garlic as sugar, but you also used it to bully a poor, weak and helpless little kitten. I am really angry!"

As she spoke, the red-dressed girl couldn't help but glare at Ye Chen, and the little girl's attitude between her eyebrows slightly lowered Ye Chen's guard.

He could feel that the female ghost in front of him didn't seem to have any ill will towards him.

But no matter what, a ghost is a ghost, and humans and ghosts are different. Ye Chen naturally did not dare to put down the revolver in his hand.

He frowned, glanced at the sleeping Ren Tingting, and said in a deep voice: "So what are you doing here?"

The girl in red turned her hand and put away the tattered paper cat, looked at Ye Chen and smiled: "Please go to the wild temple northwest of the village. My sister wants to see you."

"Your sister?" Ye Chen frowned and asked in surprise, "Is she also a female ghost?"

The girl in red smiled and nodded: "Of course."

Ye Chen looked strange when he heard this. He couldn't help but sighed and said, "Humans and ghosts are different. Although I am handsome, I am still a living person after all. Even if your sister likes me, I can't be with her. What's more, I am still a married man..."

Before he could finish, the girl in red laughed out of anger.

"You are such a narcissist. You even said my sister likes you - bah, you really don't know what's good for you. I'll let you know that although my sister is a ghost, she is extremely talented and has the appearance of a ghost fairy. Even if she wants to get married in the future, she will marry a powerful person in the underworld. You are just an ordinary scholar. What qualifications do you have to be taken seriously by my sister?"

Ye Chen smiled and said, "If that's the case, why does your sister want to see me?"

The red-dressed girl snorted and said, "My sister said that you were an old acquaintance of his when he was alive, but after her death, her memory was incomplete and she couldn't remember her past and your identity, so she wanted to talk to you alone."

...an old acquaintance during his lifetime?

Ye Chen was slightly startled, and asked thoughtfully: "Miss, do you have any evidence?"

The girl in red said proudly: "Yes, my sister taught me a poem and said that as long as I read this poem to you, you will go to see her!"

Ye Chen raised his eyebrows slightly and said with interest: "Oh? Read it to me."

The red-dressed girl coughed lightly and said solemnly, "Listen carefully—the scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow, looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only the wilderness remains, the great rivers have lost their roaring sound, the mountains dance... the mountains dance... what is the mountain dance?"

The girl in red was in distress and deep thought, just like the poor students in later generations who could not recite poems.

Ye Chen couldn't bear to watch, and couldn't help but add: "The mountains are dancing with silver snakes, and the plains are galloping with wax elephants, trying to compete with the gods!"

“Yes, yes!”

The red-dressed girl's eyes lit up, and she nodded repeatedly, saying, "That's it. It seems that you are indeed an old acquaintance of my sister. You even know this poem that my sister taught me!"

...an old acquaintance during his lifetime?

We must be fellow villagers from the previous life!

Ye Chen couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Although this poem "沁园春·雪" was written by the teacher in 1936, it was not published for the first time until 1945.

The timeline of this world is extremely early, let alone 1945, even 1936 has not arrived yet. The people who know this poem are either the teacher himself who already has a draft in his mind, or time travelers from the future.

The sister of the girl in red in front of me should obviously be the latter.

Thinking of this, Ye Chen couldn't help but confirm again: "Is your sister really a female ghost?"

The girl in red said unhappily: "Of course, would I lie to you?"

There are actually time travelers who have become ghosts?

This luck is even worse than his!

Ye Chen hesitated for a moment and said softly, "Please reply to your sister for me and tell her that I will go to see her at 9:00 p.m. tomorrow."

The girl in red frowned slightly and asked in confusion: "Why does it have to be tomorrow? Can't it be now?"

Ye Chen said softly: "Because I also want to bring Brother Li with me. Brother Li is also an old acquaintance of your sister."

The girl in red thought about it and nodded: "Okay, in that case, I will leave first. Humans and ghosts have different paths. Without the paper figurine, the ghost energy in me will not be good for you - Oh, by the way, don't forget to bring me forty-nine pieces of red paper tomorrow. You destroyed my paper figurine, you have to compensate me with another one!"

"Okay, okay, I remember!"

Ye Chen smiled and nodded.

Knowing that the red-clothed female ghost in front of him was the time traveler's sister, Ye Chen's mentality immediately changed.

He no longer cared about the previous offenses by the female ghost, and just thought it was a prank by his friend's sister.

The girl in red seemed to have not expected Ye Chen to suddenly become so easy to talk to, so she glanced at him in surprise, and then after a little thought, she waved her sleeves.

In an instant, an invisible wave spread throughout the Ren Mansion.

Ye Chen seemed to be thinking about something, thinking that this must be the other party who had solved the spell that bewitched the soul.

After the girl in red turned into smoke and disappeared from his sight, Ye Chen put the revolver back into his waist, sat down on the edge of the bed, and gently shook Ren Tingting's shoulder.

"……What's wrong?"

Seeing Ren Tingting open her eyes in a daze, Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

…

…

The next morning.

Li Yun pushed open the door and walked into the yard with some depression.

He originally thought that Old Master Ren would soon turn into a zombie, but who would have thought that nothing happened last night.

What is going on?

In the yard, Uncle Jiu, who was sweeping the yard with a broom, caught a glimpse of Li Yun's expression and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

"Why, are you disappointed?"

"A little bit." Li Yun nodded, then looked at Uncle Jiu and asked in confusion, "Uncle Jiu, aren't you going to the mountain to find a good Feng Shui site for Old Master Ren today? Why haven't you left yet?"

When Uncle Jiu heard what Li Yun said, he became furious.

He said angrily: "It's all because of Wencai, that lazy donkey. He won't wake up unless he's called, and won't turn around unless he's pushed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wencai ran out carrying a pair of sticks of varying lengths on his back: "Master, I'm ready!"

Uncle Jiu looked him up and down and snorted, "Where's the compass?"

Wencai looked embarrassed and quickly turned around and ran back to the house to get the compass.

Looking at Wencai's back, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but shake his head and sigh: "He is so careless and forgetful!"

Ever since he had the idea of ​​taking in a disciple, Uncle Jiu has become more and more dissatisfied with his two disciples. He always thinks that if it were Li Yun or Ye Chen, they would definitely not make the same low-level mistakes as Wencai and Qiu Sheng.

It’s better to find a true successor as soon as possible!

If you keep going on like this, sooner or later you'll be killed by these two bastards and your life will be shortened.

Uncle Jiu sighed in his heart, and his desire to accept a disciple became stronger.

Li Yun was laughing as he watched from the side. This was the advantage of living in the charity cemetery, as he could see this comedy master and apprentice pair every day.

Soon, Wencai ran to Uncle Jiu holding a compass and carrying a measuring stick of different lengths.

"Master, I am really ready this time!"

Uncle Jiu looked at him again and nodded slightly: "Let's go!"

After saying that, Uncle Jiu placed the broom at the foot of the wall, put his hands behind his back, turned around and walked towards the gate of the charity cemetery.

Wencai smiled and greeted Li Yun, then quickly followed and asked in a low voice: "Master, what kind of land are we looking for this time?"

Uncle Jiu glanced at him and said calmly, "The best one is of course Lian Zhen Fa Zu, leaving the building and going down to the hall, opening the tent and rising and falling, sometimes big, sometimes small, passing through fields and crossing gorges, with a bee waist and crane knees, moving in a curved manner, with a vein in the center, a special cave star, a sharp and square figure, surrounded by dragons and tigers, and guarded by mountains and rivers -"

Wencai looked embarrassed and muttered quietly: "I don't understand."

Uncle Jiu snorted: "I just said this after I've already digested it!"

Wencai curled his lips and said, "That means there is something wrong with my stomach."

"It's not the stomach, it's the brain!" Uncle Jiu shook his head and sighed, "Your master has been wise and powerful all his life, how come..."

Wencai immediately smiled and continued, "If I, the disciple, were not slow, how could the master appear to be wise and powerful?"

When Uncle Jiu heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he felt both angry and amused.

"You little brat, are you trying to play the rolling knife trick on your master?"

Uncle Jiu raised his hand and pretended to hit him, and Wencai quickly dodged.

Just as he dodged, he accidentally bumped into Ye Chen who was walking outside the door.

The compass in his hand flew out and was easily caught by Ye Chen's empty left hand.

Seeing this, Uncle Jiu showed admiration and asked with a smile: "It's Ye Chen, why are you here so early? Did Master Ren ask you to come?"

"Be more careful next time."

Ye Chen handed the compass in his hand to Wencai, then turned to look at Uncle Jiu and smiled: "No, I'm here to see Brother Li."

Uncle Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

Ye Chen glanced at the compass in Wencai's hand and the ruler on his back, and asked curiously, "Are you two going to the mountain to find a Feng Shui treasure land?"

Wencai quickly said, "Yes, are you interested? Do you want to come along?"

What he feared most was going up the mountain with Uncle Jiu to look for a place with good feng shui.

Because every time he did this, he had to carry all the things for his master, and it would often take him six or seven hours. Wencai's physique was not as good as Qiu Sheng's, and running for six or seven hours was simply the most brutal torture in the world for him.

The best thing for him was to have someone to share the burden with.

But unfortunately...

“No!”

Although Ye Chen was very interested, he still refused with a smile: "I have something urgent to do with Brother Li."

"All right."

Wencai was a little disappointed, but Uncle Jiu glanced at the bag of red paper in Ye Chen's right hand and couldn't help but feel suspicious.

White and yellow represent yang, while red paper represents yin. Ye Chen is a living person, and it's not a festival, why would he buy so much red paper?