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“Little girl, how do you know?” Grandpa Tupo was curious: “Indeed, after the yellow pickpocketskin had built the tomb, it had just hung on the tombstone and died seven days later. And then two in a row... less than a year later, a dozen yellow pickpockets died clean. Everyone in the district said it was evil. The Yellow Pickle Birdman really built a grave and buried his own family. ”

“Because there are spiritual ghosts who are about to mature in the ghost lamp temple, high people buy the ghost lamp temple and set a seal, which is to prevent spiritual ghosts from hurting people. Yet someone pushed a ghost lamp temple and built a grave on it. This is too old to move the earth... spiritual ghosts can trace the smell of the tombstone back to the tomb owner and his family and swallow their energy. Dead families are good. It's good without dead Nine.” Yoshiko Yu replied that there was no need for this knowledge to be kept secret from ordinary people, so she straightened it out.

Grandpa Tubo was silent for a long time, staring at Yoko Yu and calling out two words: “Superstition! ”

“Young people, to believe in science, knowledge is power. Don't be such a superstitious ghost!” Grandpa Tubor is a fashionable old man.

“Boo-hoo!" Book sailing couldn't help laughing.

After laughing, however, he felt a little cold in his heart.

Is it really just superstition? Really, is there such a coincidence?

Yu Souzi's face suddenly blushed again, so embarrassing; she sometimes had a very thin face.

Good thing Grandpa Tupo hasn't been involved in this topic for a long time. He's a very talkative old man. He knows a lot about all kinds of messes in the North and the South.

Book Sailing and Yoshiko Yuba rest until 9: 00 p.m. at Tubori's Grandmother's house, where guests enjoy themselves.

Borrowed a Tubor motorcycle, Shuhang and Yoshiko Yue back to the hotel.

“Get some rest.” Book sailing felt like a day down, exhausted, and after bidding farewell to Yoshiko Yu, he went into his room to rest.

Yoshiko Yu smiled and waved.

Later in the night.

“Senior, wake up. Wake up." In his sleep, Song Shuhang felt a cold little hand patting himself in the face.

“Hmm? Let me sleep a little longer, I'm sleepy.” Song Shuhang waved hard and patted what was on his face.

“Senior, wake up. It's almost time.” Those two little hands rubbed his face hard.

The little hands are icy and comfortable when pressed against the face.

Sleeping sweet booksailing could only open her eyes vaguely and then find a super big beauty standing beside his bed, rubbing his face hard... is Yoshiko Yu.

The so-called day is thoughtful and the night is dreamy.

I spent the morning with Yoko Yu, so I dreamed she'd rub her face in the evening?

What kind of strange dream is this? I dreamed of a beautiful woman and she rubbed my face?

The dreams broke up and kept me asleep because I was really sleepy.

So Song Shuhang closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

“Senior, wake up, it's not a dream!” Yoshiko Yu clamped her cheeks and rubbed them hard.

Song Shuhang finally woke up.

Shit, it's not a dream. In the middle of the night, Yoshiko Yu climbed into his room.

More importantly... only he has the card, how did Yoshiko Yu get in? This is the 23rd floor!

He looked at the time, midnight at 11: 00.

Girl, touching my room so late at night is easy to distort.

“What is it?” Song Shuhang tried to stay calm, asked.

“Let's go to the Ghost Light Temple.” Yoshiko Yu replied: “At 12 o'clock in the evening, it's easiest to find a ghost. ”

What, ghost?

Girl, you came all the way to J City to find Ghost Light Temple to catch that ghost?

Where's Father Pit? It is!

He thought it was important for Yoshiko Yu to come to Ghost Lantern Temple... he had no idea that someone would rush to J City for such a thing as' ghost catcher '.

But he couldn't help but torment Sooko Yuba.

“All right, I'll be right up... Um, Miss Yoshiko, could you excuse me for a moment?” Song Shuhang smiled bitterly - although he had no habit of sleeping fruit, he was only wearing a pair of panty slits, so sorry to come out and stand in front of the girl.

And by the way, when you come to a man's room in the middle of the night, the girl is not afraid of his wolf sex?

Uh... maybe Yoko Yuba isn't scared. Song Shuhang really wants to be a wolf, absolutely a tragedy.

Yu Sooko blinked and nodded, turning around and not looking at the book sailing.

Song Shuhang: “…”

He just got up helpless and quickly put on his pajamas. Then I went into the bathroom and changed my clothes, wiped my face and woke up - I had already accompanied her to J City, so now I'd rather stay with the gentleman and go crazy with her.

“Driving a motorcycle?” Book Sailing asked.

“Mmm.” Yoko Yu nodded her huge suitcase.

Song Shuhang: “Are you sure you want to carry such a large suitcase? ”

Soft feathers were picked, and the suitcase was single-handedly held over your head like a feather: “No problem, no space. ”

Song Shuhang feels his knees are a little soft again.

……

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The roaring sound of the motorcycle disturbed people's dreams late at night. Song Shuhang resolutely bolstered the throttle and quickly left the hotel area.

In the direction of Grandpa Tubor's guidance, the two people quickly found the forest. It's not hard to find, just because it's a grave, nobody knows it's a ghost lamp temple.

If you can't get past the front locomotive, you can only park and walk.

“Do you need my help?” The Book Sail asked.

“Don't worry, seniors, a ghost in the district can't hurt me. I'll fix it soon, Senpai. You can just plunder the array for me.” Yoshiko Yu giggled.

In the conversation room, the two men had come to the burial place of the Huang Dagen family.

Huge chair-like graves, which were popular fifty or sixty years ago. It is unclear whether Huang Dagen knew that his family was dying and that the grave was huge enough to bury all four generations of fourteen.

As it was late at night, the graveyard appeared a little shady.

Song Shuhang couldn't help but hold onto his coat. “You can't really hit a ghost, can you? ”

On the other hand, Yoshiko Yu has begun to act.

When her big box opened, there was a layer of brilliance shining. Song Shuhang can see a pile of jade tablets, there are hundreds of them!

There's also a big purple gold bell, like copper, not copper, not gold, but it gives a -- it feels expensive!

“Whoo!” Yoko Yu spit out a sigh of jealousy gently. She had dark hair without wind, and her appearance was refreshing!

Yoshiko Yu then reached out and pulled out a silver metal stick in the box, inserting a circle around the grave. These silver sticks also seem expensive. She pulled a string of strings of paper from the box, wrapped around a silver metal stick.

It wasn't over, and she pulled out all kinds of powder and spilled it on the side of the cemetery. These powders don't even know what they are, and they spill a faint light, which is even nice.

Song Shuhang found a clean stone to sit down and watch Yoshiko Yu busy at the grave.

Until he fell asleep, his eyes felt a little blurred.

I don't know how long it's been.

When Song Shuhang's fans opened their eyes again, they saw Yoshiko Yu dancing in the cemetery... Dancing in the middle of the night in the cemetery, this girl's interest is really special!

Huh? At the girl's side, it seems like there are two other groups of green light flashing, like dancing for Yoshiko Yu, even beautiful. The only regret is that the site is not very beautiful, and the cemetery makes this beautiful scene weird.

Such a beautiful view, when it's taken and saved!

Book Sailing reached into his pocket and took out his cell phone. It has to be said that Song Shuhang's heart is huge. When ordinary people see this scene, the first feeling is to pee. The guy's still trying to record the scene.

The phone slipped out of his pocket and landed on the floor, inadvertently, his hands stiff, as he was still in a state of confusion.

The fluorescence of the phone screen illuminated a strange object under his feet!