Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

Xia Qingluo goes out from the side door, closes the door and is ready to go home.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening.

Xia Qingluo stood at the door and didn't dare to move for a moment.

The street now seems to overlap the sun and the hell.

Ghosts are everywhere, mixed in the endless crowd. Not only are they not afraid of the Yang in the crowd, but some ghosts look obviously happy.

Happy... It's like shopping!

This is Xia Qingluo's feeling at the bottom of her heart.

She touched the cane whip on her wrist and her heart settled down.

Walking forward as if there were no one else.

Maybe it's because there are too many ghosts. The weather tonight is a little cold.

Xia Qingluo looked at the bus. In the narrow space, people and ghosts crowded together. It was an unspeakable strange feeling.

Her home is not far from here.

If you leave, you'll be there in fifteen minutes.

As soon as the idea turned, Xia Qingluo went on the pedestrian road.

The night was cool and some of the air was uncomfortable, but fortunately there was no sense of oppression.

When she was halfway there, she heard a buzzing voice behind her.

She suddenly looked back, but she was stunned.

On the pedestrian road behind her, countless ghosts followed, and countless pairs of eyes stared at her with both fear and some desire.

When she looked around, she didn't know when there was fog all around. There were voices of people and cars passing by.

But I didn't really hear it.

It's like some tinnitus in your ears.

Open and far away.

Is this trapped by a ghost?

Xia Qingluo didn't want to move her wrist, and a vine whip with glittering green light appeared on her hand.

She coldly looked at the ghosts who wanted to approach but didn't dare to approach, and scolded, "if you dare to follow me, I will make you scared."

Those ghosts were obviously startled, but they didn't leave, and more ghosts were joining.

In the dark night, peerless eyes were staring at Xia Qingluo. Even if there was a rattan whip in her hand, her heart felt hairy.

The two sides were deadlocked for dozens of seconds, and Xia Qingluo ran away.

The same is true of those ghosts, just as Xia Qingluo has a magnet.

Xia Qingluo suddenly stopped and looked back again. Sure enough, the ghosts still followed ten steps away.

I really have the strength to stick to it.

She can't run anymore.

If so many ghosts were brought home by her, their parents would not be able to stand such a strong Yin Qi.

She lifted her mouth, held the cane whip in her hand, turned around and went away against the dark ghosts.

Tonight, the moon also looks gray and hidden in thin clouds.

One step, two steps... Only five steps away from those ghosts.

Closer, see more clearly.

It's really all, men, women, old and young.

What they have in common is that their eyes have only one emotion.

Is some inexplicable eagerness.

She frowned when she remembered the words of big belly. Was she really like the sunshine of all things in the eyes of ghosts?

Why can't Yunqing see it? Instead, it's the yin-yang master who knows it.

Is it because it comes from the underworld?

Do you have anything in common with ghosts?

Xia Qingluo no longer thinks about it. When she raises her whip and is about to pull it over, a clear but obviously immature Buddhist name suddenly comes from the fog on her side, "Amitabha Buddha in the south!"

She was stunned, slowly put down her whip and looked at the figure suddenly in front of her.