Refuse to spoil!The milk bag is the most curly working child in Xuanmen

Chapter 3
Qi Susu thought about it seriously: "Then put it in the underworld first, and let Uncle Ming Huang keep it for me."

Although he really wanted to give it all to Su Su, Murong Bai really had no better way.

Can't suppress Susu's peach tree, Susu doesn't have any pretty flowers to look at, and will definitely hit him.

Therefore, Murong Bai waved his hand, and the ghost convoy behind him slowly moved back in the direction of the road.

Qi Susu came under the peach tree, took advantage of the wind when Murong Bai came and didn't leave, picked up a bunch of peach blossoms, and handed it to Murong Bai, who didn't give it a gift:

"The peach blossoms in the yard are Susu's favorite, and the favorite is for Bai Bai!"

Murong Bai took the flower, looked at Qi Susu's big eyes that could talk, and became happy too, and hummed heavily.

"When will Su Su go back to the underworld to see, the father misses you, and was thinking about whether you were fat or not yesterday."

Qi Susu thought for a while: "It may not work for the time being, I am the master of the nine generations, and I have to protect Xuanqing Temple."

Murong Bai respected her opinion very much: "Well then, should the elder Yuelu for the past few months be exchanged for human coins and credited to Xuan Qingguan's account?"

Qi Susu: "Yes! Master will be poor after he retires. I have to raise a great master, and I will definitely need money."

After talking about serious things and giving gifts, Murong Bai was the prince of the underworld, and there were still a lot of things in the underworld waiting for him to deal with, so it was impossible to stay in the world for too long.

So the little boy in the black robe and the silver crown pursed his lips and turned back three steps, the little girl waved her little hand.

The light disappeared into the air, but Murong Bai left.

After saying goodbye to Murong Bai, Qi Susu went back to the house.

When the master saw her coming back, he stroked his beard, patted her head, and said with a smile, "Meet Your Highness Murong?"

Qi Susu nodded: "I brought me a lot of gifts in vain, but I was afraid of flooding the peach tree, so I asked Uncle Ming Huang to keep it for me."

Master Xuanqing nodded, lamenting the talent of his eldest apprentice from the bottom of his heart.
Master Xuanqing of the past dynasties were all profound in mysticism, and they really also served as officials in the underworld at the same time.

For example, he is the magistrate of the 41st Temple, with a high status, and it is a nominal name, which shows his cooperative relationship with the underworld.

Although Qi Susu was young, he was born with extraordinary talents. At this age, he has already been named an elder in the underworld.

Master Xuanqing was sometimes really happy for Xuanqing Guan, to have such an excellent master of the nine generations of Xuanqing.

Qi Susu on the side was very lively. After greeting her master, she happened to see Shen Zhuoran.

The young Yintang in front of her was black and bright, she tilted her head, but still couldn't hold back, she ran over with her short legs: "Uncle Shen!"

Shen Zhuoran saw Fu Qiming's cute little sister, and greeted him kindly, "Susu!"

Qi Susu hesitated for a while.

The master said that the bloody disaster should not be talked about with others, but Uncle Shen is very interesting, and he is also a good friend of the junior brother, so let me talk about it... It's okay, right?
Qi Susu: "Did Uncle Shen ever do anything strange?"

Shen Zhuoran was taken aback: "Huh?"

Qi Susu pointed to Shen Zhuoran's forehead: "Uncle Shen, your hall is black, I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster!"

Shen Zhuoran laughed, because the old fortune-telling liar under the overpass often said the same, so he just touched Qi Susu's head: "No, uncle has dark skin, and he didn't do anything weird."

Qi Susu insisted: "Uncle, you are lying, you must have traveled far away recently, and you have caused disaster because of this far away!"

This sentence instantly scared Shen Zhuoran into a cold sweat.

It's a bit strange that he's really traveled far recently.

He loves wild adventures, and he loves going to strange places.

A few days ago, I went to a famous spiritual cave with a few friends.

He and his friends were tenacious and unyielding. Although all kinds of weird things happened along the way, they still didn't give up and went all the way to the bottom.

To their surprise, there was nothing at the bottom of the cave, only a wooden coffin. It looked very old, and a lot of spider webs were born.

But the lid of the coffin was open, and there was nothing inside.

The group was very disappointed, but they came back once, so they took a picture of a circle of friends, posted a message, and then went home and went home to wash up.

After this incident, Shen Zhuoran, for some reason, often heard the sound of scratching the door when he was sleeping at night.

When I went out in the morning and looked at the door, I saw that the door was intact, and it looked like it was scratched at night.

Shen Zhuoran thought it was a nightmare, so he didn't take it seriously.

Unexpectedly, a few days later, I heard the news of the death of a brother who was traveling with me.

This incident was also on the news, because when he died, his eyes were round, his limbs disappeared, and there were bite marks on the fracture, as if he had been eaten, very strange.

The public security suspected that someone maliciously retaliated, and Shen Zhuoran felt horrified when he saw the news.

However, everyone has a fluke, and he thinks it may be a coincidence.

But it's strange that since his brother died, the sound of scratching the door at night has become louder.

The peaceful days were broken three days later.

One of his fellow brothers died again.

Before his death, he also called a psychiatrist, claiming that he could not sleep, and suspected that he had suffered from persecution paranoia.

Why can't I fall asleep?
Why do you suspect that you have persecutory paranoia instead of depression?

What did he hear?
Shen Zhuoran almost didn't dare to think about it.

After this incident, the sound of scratching the door I heard when I went to bed at night became clearer, and sometimes I could hear someone whimpering and crying outside the door.

Shen Zhuoran vaguely had a hunch.

It's like...it's getting close to him.

However, people who engage in such supernatural adventures as him have a common sense.

That is unbelief.

He opened the WPS document, tried to explain the problems he encountered in a scientific way, and made a table for analysis and sorting.

It's just that this issue is a bit complicated, and before he can explain it, the nosy Young Master Fu finds out.

Fu Dashao immediately judged that he had hit a ghost, and was going to take him to see his senior sister, and let his senior sister with profound mana go take a look.

In fact, it’s okay to have a look. An old Taoist nun who has lived in Taoism for 50 to [-] years, Shen Zhuoran felt that it was not impossible to ask her to do a ritual to deceive herself and provide psychological comfort.

It's just that Fu Qiming's senior sister is only six and a half years old!
Are you still in kindergarten at the age of six and a half?

Can you really show him?
He also saw the performance in the Taoist temple, but he still didn't believe that Qi Susu really had such ability.

Magicians have fooled his eyes like this before, they can not only kill ghosts, but also make ghosts alive.

Qi Susu is also a cute little magician.

Therefore, Shen Zhuoran refreshed his spirits and scolded himself for being a liar.

He didn't take it to heart, and smiled more tenderly: "No, uncle has always been honest at home."

(End of this chapter)