Fast Transmigration: Save Him

Qing Jiu bowed his head and touched his nose with his fingertips: he said, "have a clear conscience, not afraid of ghosts and gods". Is it not fear to hold the chopping sword so tightly?

"Sir, madam, I've said all I have to say. You'll stay in bed tonight. No matter what happens, don't come out, especially here at this table! I think it's going to be dark. I'll go first! " The shopkeeper quickly stood up and rushed out.

Qing Jiu looked back at the half open door and looked up at the crossbeam of the room. What the shop boy said was full of holes.

What kind of woman can reach the high beam here? Does that woman really hang herself in his shopkeeper's house? Why did the ghost come here?

"I guess that woman was strangled by the shopkeeper and the waiter." Qing Jiu closed the door, gently biting his lower lip, round eyes turning, small head is thinking fast.

"Why didn't the ghost take revenge on them? Looking at him, the ghost should have killed a lot of people, but the two of them were safe? " Zhou Yichen asked suspiciously. He didn't quite believe Qing Jiu's inference; Are you even perfunctory and killing innocent people?

"I think he looks normal. He doesn't seem to be haunted by evil spirits. I don't understand that. But if we can catch the ghost tonight, won't it be clear? " Qing nine said with a smile, a pair of rubbing hands.

Along the way, Zhou Yichen has experienced some things, but he has to catch ghosts

"I have a clear conscience and I am not afraid of ghosts and gods!" Qing Jiu, like Zhou Yichen just now, walked slowly past him and patted him on the shoulder.

"You

"I'm going to have a rest. I should be very tired tonight." Qing Jiu shrugs helplessly, opens the cabinet beside the bed, takes out a quilt from inside, spreads it directly to the ground, lies down and closes her eyes.

Zhou Yichen smiles, walks to the bed, sits on the ground, holds the sword in his arms and stares at Qing Jiu.

Looking at it, Zhou Yichen only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier

"Song Qingjiu, I don't like you!"

"Get rid of her!"

"I only like you

"Zhou Yichen! Zhou Yichen

Zhou Yichen opened his eyes and gasped. He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and saw Qing Jiu squatting in front of him, staring at him nervously.

"What's the matter with you? Have you had a nightmare? " Qing Jiu is sleeping well when she hears Zhou Yichen's breathing become very heavy. She opens her eyes and sees that his face is full of sweat. Her eyes are closed and her expression is very painful.

Zhou Yichen closed his eyes and made sure that Qing Jiu was in front of him. After reaching out, he put her in his arms. The special aroma of her hair penetrated into his nose and let his hanging heart settle down.

Why do you have such a dream? Is that person in the dream Qing Jiu? How could he harm Qing Jiu? And he was as like as two peas in the face, and the face was as white as a Qing.

Zhou Yichen held Qing Jiu's hand tightly and closed his eyes. Suddenly, he felt a kind of lost and recovered feeling.

Qing Jiu was so bewildered that he could only raise his hand and pat him on the back a few times to comfort him.

She took a breath and smelled the light sandalwood on Zhou Yichen.

This smell is as like as two peas Fu Chengqing. Qing Jiu took a few more breaths to make sure that this was Fu Chengqing's taste, even the shade was the same.

Her memory can never be wrong.

"Cough, cough! Qing Jiu and Yi Chen, listen to the wind Xue Lin didn't know when he had woken up. He heard a strange wind and the sound of the windows in the room being blown open by the wind.

Just beside the bed, the two people holding together quickly separated. Before they had time to be embarrassed, a burst of crying came from far and near.

Zhou Yichen nervously looks at Qing Jiu, almost holding his breath.

Qing Jiu put his index finger to his mouth, made a movement of silence, and then cat waist alone, toward the table.

coming!

Qing Jiu stood up, raised his chin, holding the white whip in his hand, waiting for the ghost to come in from the door.

"Who are you?" A white shadow came in, and ethereal voices came from all directions.

Qing Jiu looked at the ghost in front of her. She couldn't see her face, but she noticed that everything at the door was covered with frost.

"I don't mean any harm. I just want to hear your story." For the time being, Qing Jiu didn't notice her malice, so she just sat on the stool and put the whip on the table, looking unprepared.

"I don't have a story. My task is done." With that, the female ghost turned into a puff of smoke and floated in the air.

Mission? What mission?

Qing nine suspiciously picked up the whip, looked back, Xue Lin and Zhou Yichen were gone!

There was only one sword lying on the ground.

"Why can't this guy hold the sword all the time! Xiaobai, do you see who caught them? " Qing Jiu closed his eyes and felt the position of Yichen next week. It was dark, and he didn't feel anything!

"It's blood shadow. He's here. I can't speak." Xiaobai is hiding in the corner, shivering. When the blood shadow came just now, it was really terrible, silent, and even prevented her from reporting to Qingjiu Toufeng.

"Here comes the shadow of blood? He, how can he not have evil spirit Qing Jiu discovered that her enemies were far more terrible than she had imagined.

"He really has no evil spirit, even cleaner than ordinary people's breath! Qing Jiu, I'm afraid you won't recognize him even if you face him face to face in the future. " Xiaobai said, "look, do you have any impression?" Blood shadow stares at Qing Jiu, hoping to get an answer.

"No, how could I have known you before?" Qing Jiu threw the painting back to him and replied impatiently.

Blood shadow naturally will not give up, but this matter has puzzled him for hundreds of years.

"It is said that the protoss have the ability to spy on the memory of previous lives." Blood shadow you you open mouth, the figure flashed for a while, came to Qing nine in front.

Qing Jiu stepped back and looked at him on guard.

"But I can only see it if you volunteer. Well, you let me have a look, and I'll let them go." Blood shadow mouth slightly hook, that pair of blood red eyes flashing light, color into dark red.

"You can not agree, then they can only be ghosts with you."

"Well, I promise you, but you have to let them go back to the post office first." Qing nine hang in the body side of the hand hold tightly, hard scalp promise way.

Xueying is very satisfied with her answer. With a wave of her hand, Zhou Yichen and Xue Lin disappear.

"I think you, as a patriarch, can make a big difference, so come on." Qing Jiu closed her eyes.

A trace of complex emotion flashed in the eyes of Xueying, and soon it was cold again; He stretched out his hand, and a bright red mist appeared in his palm. He put the mist into Qing Jiu's mind.

He closed his eyes and searched for the memory of Qing Jiu.

After searching for a long time, Xueying opened his eyes. He didn't see anything!

Xueying thinks that there must be another powerful force here to stop him from seeing the memory of Qing Jiu's past life, so there must be a problem!

The woman in the painting is absolutely Qing Jiu, and the painter is absolutely himself!

Xueying took out the red mist, stepped back and said coldly, "OK."

Qing Jiu opened his eyes and shook his head. He felt as if there was nothing missing. Then he looked at the blood shadow.

This guy's red eyes really make her uncomfortable. She feels like she's looking at a snake, and it's a python.

"Thank you very much. Goodbye!" The blood shadow turns around and disappears in front of Qing Jiu's eyes.

"Ah! Just leave? That, that painting thing... "Qing Jiu yelled at the air for a long time, and no one answered her.