The love apartment begins with entering the police station

Chapter 493 A Chinese Ghost Story
At this time, there was a sound of mice chirping, accompanied by gusts of cold wind. Ning Caixian quickly covered his eyes with his sleeves and waited until he opened his eyes again.

What comes into view is a group of little ghosts, including the sheet girl, the bandage girl, the mummy girl (boy?), the slit-mouth girl, and other female ghosts of various strange shapes.

"Don't come over here, don't come over here, help, help."

Ning Caixian couldn't help but take a step back.

It is true that you get what you pay for. The twenty-year-old female ghost is so scary.

[Voiceover: Teacher Zeng said speechlessly: "What the hell are you doing? These female ghosts are not my type."

Yifei smiled secretly and curled her lips.

Zi Qiao smiled and said, "You deserve it for not paying me! You don't understand the principle that you get what you pay for."

Immediately, Ziqiao asked Zhang Wei, "Those bed sheet people, bandage people, and zombie women, aren't they all played by Zhang Wei?"

Yifei clapped her hands and emphasized: "Zhang Wei is the villain boss."

Zhang Wei smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll be on stage soon after I change into my skirt."

When Teacher Zeng heard that Zhang Wei was going to wear a skirt, her heart suddenly tightened, and she quickly warned him sternly: "If you dare to play Xiao Qian, I will die with you."

The following is the story. 】

At this time, a white silk wrapped around Ning Caixian's left arm and carried him up into the air.
Ning Caixian took a peek and saw that the owner of the white silk was a young woman in a white dress. She had a slender figure, long black hair that was mostly tied up in a butterfly bun on top of her head, a face like a lotus, and a pair of sad and pitiful eyes.

That’s right, it’s Hu Xiaoqian played by Yifei.

The woman brought Ning Caixian to a nearby house. She passed the white silk around the roof beam, but with a "hiss" sound, the white silk could not bear Ning Caixian's weight and broke.

Hu Xiaoqian stood not far away with her back to Ning Caixian. The bright moonlight outside the house shone in through the window. The wind messed up the woman's long black hair, and the hair blocked her face, making it impossible to see her expression.

Hu Xiaoqian walked slowly forward, sat down in front of the guqin and started playing.

The piano music is lingering and captivating, sometimes exciting and sometimes soft. When you hear the first few notes, you will unconsciously fall into the natural music and cannot extricate yourself for a long time.

Ning Caixian fell to the ground and did not get up. He rolled and crawled forward two steps and hugged Hu Xiaoqian's thighs.

"That's great, I finally found my relatives."

Ning Caixian rubbed his face on Hu Xiaoqian's white skirt, looked up at Yifei with excitement on his face.

"Hey~ Why did I become a ghost?"

To be honest, Yifei’s acting is a bit exaggerated. It was obvious that she was supposed to play Xiaoqian.

Ning Caixian smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Even if you become a ghost, at least I won't laugh!"

Hu Xiaoqian pushed Ning Caixian in annoyance, and Ning Caixian said shamelessly: "Anyway, I'd be happy to die under your skirt."

"Hey, hurry up, suck away my yang energy!"

As he spoke, Ning Caixian moved closer with a pout.

"roll!"

Hu Xiaoqian looked at Teacher Zeng with disdain, "If you do this again, I will scream molest."

Ning Caixian's expression suddenly changed, and he said seriously: "Qianqian, I came here specifically to give you Yang Qi, otherwise grandma will blame me."

"come on!"

Ning Caixian was already getting dizzy at this moment.

"More professional than me. Are you the ghost or am I the ghost?"

Hu Xiaoqian was not interested in feeding dog food to other onlookers, so she pushed Ning Caixian away.

Ning Caixian insisted on not giving up and shamelessly pursued her, saying, "Oh, don't worry, I have enough yang energy, I guarantee you will be satisfied. Come on."

"Come on, do you know how to write the word yang qi?"

Hu Xiaoqian's words instantly excited Ning Caixian. Ning Caixian stood up and said, "What a joke, who said I don't have yang energy."

Ning Caixian unbuttoned his clothes, revealing a large red "Yang" character on his chest, and laughed, "Look at the magic weapon!"

The word "Yang" emitted countless golden lights, and the little ghosts that were originally surrounding the crowd were unable to dodge in an instant and turned into ashes.

Hu Xiaoqian was shocked and quickly hid behind Ning Caixian. (At this time, Yifei could no longer bear Teacher Zeng's vulgarity and took off her helmet.)
Ning Caixian was left with only one word: "How about the words I wrote with cinnabar? Is it full of Yang energy?"

"What a powerful magic weapon."

Hu Xiaoqian, who had become an NPC, lowered her head and said shyly, "Oh, you can't judge a person by his appearance. Brother, your magic weapon is so powerful. Hurry up and put it away. I am almost conquered by you."

Ning Caixian burst into laughter.

[Voiceover: Facing Mr. Zeng’s unique smirk, Yifei, Xiang Yu and others said in unison: “That’s enough!”

Zhang Wei raised his hand and said calmly: "Don't panic, I came on too late, let me take care of this pair of bastards!"

"Hehe, sister Xiaoqian, it seems that we have made a good harvest today. We actually found a yang soul."

Ning Caixian was suddenly startled, wondering if other wild ghosts from Lanruo Temple had arrived. His eyes were fixed on the dark mountain gate not far away.

Just as he finished speaking, a faint breeze blew, and without hearing footsteps, one could see people. Five or six extremely charming women in snow-white gauze floated three feet off the ground into the mountain gate hall, staring at Ning Caixian, Hu Xiaoqian and the ghost, and smiled.

At this time, an extremely majestic voice also reached his ears: "You two bastards! Give me your life."

Ning Caixian wanted to repeat the same trick and take off his clothes.

A feminine aura calmed Ning Caixian, and six women attacked him like ghosts.

"careful!"

Hu Xiaoqian quickly waved her sleeves to protect Ning Caixian
The leading woman frowned and scolded softly: "Hu Xiaoqian, aren't you afraid of being blamed by grandma?"

Hu Xiaoqian came back to her senses and said coldly, "Do you really need to comment on how I, Hu Xiaoqian, act?"

Hu Xiaoqian's white dress fluttered in the wind. Her cold eyes swept towards the woman who was speaking, and she floated off the ground and rushed towards the leading woman.

At this moment, a gust of black wind swept through the door. The tree demon grandma (Zhang Wei) appeared in the ruined temple with a strange smile.

"Oh no, grandma is here." Hu Xiaoqian's brows suddenly frowned.

"Hahaha"

The tree demon looked at Hu Xiaoqian and Ning Caixian in front of her and laughed for a long time before she stopped laughing. She said in a cold tone, "You really don't know how to live or die."

The tree demon grandma spread out her palms, and her seven-inch-long black nails were surrounded by thick black mist. The black mist moved between her fingers and finally gathered in the palm of her hand.

The tree demon grandma waved her hand, and the black mist turned into sharp branches, shooting towards the motionless Ning Caixian.

Ning Caixian said in panic: "Help!"

At the critical moment, Hu Xiaoqian stood in front of Ning Caixian and was knocked to the ground by a blow.

Hu Xiaoqian lay on the ground and begged bitterly: "Grandma, please don't break us up, we are true love."

Ning Caixian shouted anxiously, "Big Beard, I'm going to make a mistake, help me!" The tree demon grandmother waved her fingers and sneered, "It's no use calling me daddy!"

"Dad!"

Ning Caixian was unable to move at this moment, and despair was revealed in his eyes.

"you call me?"

Yan Chiqiao appeared from nowhere and smiled at Ning Caixian.

Ning Caixian complained: "Brother, you are taking advantage of this."

Yan Chiqiao made a hand gesture and untied Ning Caixian.

"Remember to pay later."

As he said that, Yan Chiqiao yelled at the tree demon: "Monster, watch out for the fight. The sky and earth are boundless, and I will use the power of heaven and earth to help me. Spit~"

Yan Chiqiao spat into his right hand and used palm thunder.

At this time, the tree demon grandma took out Captain America's shield from somewhere and blocked the attack.

"Nani!"

Yan Chiqiao was a little slow to react when he saw this scene.

The palm thunder that was bounced back flew everywhere in the ruined temple, scaring away several charming female ghosts who were standing nearby.

Yan Chiqiao looked at him with some regret. Why didn’t he stand further away?
The tree demon touched the shield and said proudly, "You really think I am Hua Xiong? I am a thousand-year-old tree demon. Back then, I relied on my beauty to kill so many men. This is the equipment they dropped."

"The universe is infinite, the universe borrows the law"

Yan Chiqiao was about to use another palm thunder, but halfway through, he saw the tree demon holding Captain America's shield in her left hand and raising her right hand to reveal Iron Man's laser cannon arm.

With a "bang", Yan Chiqiao fell to the ground.

[Voiceover: Ziqiao points at Zhang Wei and says angrily, "Stop, stop, stop~ We can't continue this show. This guy is so shameless."

Zhang Wei spread his hands and said innocently, "Yifei asked me to play a villain who is more powerful than Ultron, so it's normal for me to add these props."

Teacher Zeng glanced at Zhang Wei and said, "Humph, I won't let you succeed."

Ning Caixian helped Yan Chiqiao up from the ground and asked, "What should we do now?"

Yan Chiqiao spat out a mouthful of blood and whispered, "The only solution now is to use the Calming Spell and write a rune on the palm of your hand with cinnabar. Then you have to stick the rune on the tree demon's head."

Ning Caixian urged anxiously: "Then what are you waiting for?"

Yan Chiqiao said helplessly: "But I don't have cinnabar?"

"I have."

After saying that, Ning Caixian undressed.

Yan Chiqiao spat a mouthful of 82-year-old phlegm on Ning Caixian's chest, then rubbed it. Then Ning Caixian drew a spell on his hand and chanted a spell, "Heart-calming spell, divine weapons are urgent, hurry up as the law commands."

Ning Caixian raised his hand and rushed towards the tree demon grandma.

The tree demon waved her hand disdainfully and sent Ning Caixian flying.

"You guys underestimate me too much."

The tree demon grandma looked very smug and didn't notice Yan Chiqiao standing beside her at all.

"Go to hell, Tathagata Palm!!!"

Yan Chiqiao shouted as he handed the twenty yuan between his fingers to the tree demon grandma.

The tree demon grandma and Yan Chiqiao exchanged palm strikes, fell to the ground, and said angrily, "What a strong yang energy."

"I beat it back to its original form?"

Yan Chiqiao looked at the tree demon grandma who was hugging his thigh and asked in confusion.

The tree demon grandmother said softly to Zhang Wei's face, "I am not a tree demon, I am a creeper."

Hu Xiaoqian on the side joked: "Now he is the hero's man."

Yan Chiqiao said speechlessly: "I just ate lunch, you want me to vomit it out."

After playing for a day, Yifei hugged her notebook and said, "I can't really tell these stories to my students. It's all your fault. You wasted another day of my time."

Xiang Yu said indifferently: "You can tell them the story of Zhanbo."

Yifei couldn't help but nodded when she heard that. Zhanbo's story was still very touching.

Zhanbo had initially completed his poverty alleviation work and was preparing to return to the city center to reunite with others.

There is a little girl in a poverty alleviation village. She is going to middle school soon, and the village committee says the expenses are a little higher than primary school, and her family is very poor.

Zhanbo heard about this before he left, so he prepared to take the money with him.

When I got there I found out that the little girl had drowned while playing in the pond the day before.

The village committee said: "This money is not needed. There is another family whose living conditions are also very poor. Give it to them."

Then when he was about to leave, Zhanbo thought about going to her house to take a look. The little girl has a grandfather, and since he has come this far, he might as well take a look.

After entering the room, I realized that the person had only passed away a few days ago. The old man was still in his deep emotion and was sitting on a mat, staring at the sky.

In the small living room in the inner room are photos of his wife, son, and granddaughter. Zhanbo remembers that when he was doing the investigation, his son was working away from home and was hit on the head, resulting in a concussion and being stunned. His wife couldn't make it and passed away within two years. Later, his son and his wife died one after another, leaving only a granddaughter.

Zhanbo took out 1000 yuan on the spot, thinking of buying a white envelope for the child, as it would be difficult for the elderly at home.

Zhanbo found an envelope with money in it, left a mobile phone number on it for him, and said to the old man: "If you have any problems in the future, call me on this number, and I will definitely help you if I can."

On the second day after Zhanbo returned to the city center for a temporary stay,
Suddenly I received a call from the traffic police saying that an old man was driving a farm tricycle with a load of watermelons and was stopped by the traffic police in the city center.

Zhanbo originally thought the old man was here to sell watermelons.

After arriving at the scene, the old man said: "I'm not selling it, I grew this myself and I'm giving it to you to eat."

The old man thought Zhanbo was leaving, so he borrowed a car overnight and set off in the early morning, fearing that he would not have the chance to repay the favor.

Zhanbo hasn't reacted yet.

The old man said, "I asked the village secretary, the money you gave me was your own money, not from the government. I came here to thank you."

Zhanbo was stunned at that time.

A 70-year-old man drove a three-wheeler at four in the morning. He didn't know the road and had no navigation. He relied solely on asking for directions along the way. It took him six or seven hours to drive hundreds of kilometers before he reached the city center.

That day, Zhanbo returned to the village with red eyes and eating watermelon.

(End of this chapter)