The Real Miss is a Genius Taoist Master

Tang Xi pushed open the two courtyard doors covered with iron sheets and walked in without hesitation. As for the seal, after she closed the door, she put it in her schoolbag, and planned to take it back to study.

I originally thought that there was no celestial master in this world, and it was full of ghosts, but the spell behind the seal was clearly drawn by a very bright celestial master. If the abilities of the heavenly master are divided from weak to strong from one to ten stars, she originally represented the peak of ten stars, but now she has declined slightly because of her change of body, and counts as eight stars. That person, at least has a seven-star level, maybe even higher, after all, the judgment criterion is only one spell, which is not accurate. And 90% of the celestial masters are only between one and three stars, and five stars can be regarded as masters.

There are definitely not many such people even in her original world.

There is a very dark area in the middle of the concrete flat ground of the yard. White lines are faintly visible and drawn in the shape of a person. It should have been left by the police when investigating the scene, because a small part of this location was covered by the shed where the electric discharge bottle truck was parked. It hasn't been cleaned by rain.

Here, a corpse was originally lying.

Tang Xi felt it for a while, and didn't notice that there was a particularly deep grievance left in the same place. The courtyard was also clear at a glance, and he walked directly into the house.

The door of the sealed haunted house was of course locked. However, it seemed that the door shook because of the presence of Tang Xi's arrival, and it slammed open inward, exposing the dark porch corridor.

"Does this mean to invite me in?" Tang Xi raised her eyebrows, "Is it quite polite."

"Don't be careless." A familiar voice came from deep in the soul, "I can feel a very powerful guy inside."

"How strong is it?" Tang Xi asked casually.

"It's strong, but... the power is mixed and impure, it's like sewing together rags of various colors to form a piece of cloth."

"No wonder you can't see ghosts around here. They were all eaten." Tang Xi scratched his chin and asked with a serious face, "Yun Qi, can you eat something that others have already eaten and then vomit?"

There was a moment of silence in her consciousness, and then the roar that rang out shocked her eyes with gold stars: "Get out! Do you want to disgust me! Believe it or not, I will let you eat first!"

"I'm a human, eat, thank you." Tang Xi rubbed her temples and got a headache. "I said Yun Qi, since you are awake, can you come out of my soul? You are like this and I have no right to privacy."

After a while, a soft hum swept past her ears, and a phantom gradually appeared on her side, like a layer with 80% transparency in the PS software, which can be vaguely seen through his body. The scene behind him.

He was a handsome young man in ancient costume. He had long black hair pulled up by a jade hairpin, a long-sleeved robe, and a white robe like snow. Only a blue jade flute was tied around his waist. The famous man who came out of the ancient painting.

Young Master Pian Pian, warm and moist as jade.

"So weak?" Tang Xi was a little surprised.

Yun Qi is a ghost for thousands of years, she is the strongest envoy she has managed to overcome after all the hardships, but now she can't even condense a complete body?

"What do you think?" Yun Qi sneered at her with a sneer, "If my son hadn't protected you in time, even if your soul wasn't wiped out in time and space, it would have been torn apart."

"Then...thank you?" Tang Xi tilted her head.

"No thanks!" Yun Qi choked, turned his head bitterly, and muttered, "My son just doesn't want to look for your pieces of puzzles everywhere."

Tang Xi thought that you don’t need to look for it. With your thousand years of cultivation, even if you don’t care about me, the backlash from forcibly breaking the contract will not be more severe than now. Then you will be free and you don’t need to accompany me to another world. Falling asleep because of being too weak.

Hey, it's really righteous.

"Go in, on the second floor." Yun Qi said, pointing to the stairs hidden in the darkness behind the hallway.

"Not in a hurry, first search for it." Tang Xi shook his head.

"It's up to you." Yun Qi stroked the jade flute with his fingers, floating behind her.

"Pap. Pap."

In the darkness, a pair of red high heels came out.

Yes, only a pair of high heels came out, and the intangible thing wearing high heels seems to have just learned to walk, step by step crooked, if it weren't for such a scene, I'm afraid it would make people amused.

Tang Xi was speechless, bent over to pick up the high heels, opened the shoe cabinet next to the entrance, threw the high heels in, "slapped" the cabinet door, and got off the seal by the way.

The high heels are also stunned. Is this a normal person's reaction? Shouldn't the average human see a pair of high-heeled shoes that he can walk with scared and screaming and fleeing? Even the least believers in ghosts and gods should at least look for where the organs are. How can someone be like going home and find their shoes unpacked and put them in the shoe cabinet!

After a while, the high heels reacted and hit the cabinet door desperately: let me out!

Tang Xi ignored the mischievous shoe cabinet. In her opinion, this ghost was too weak. It should have been sent by the guy upstairs to test her.

After passing through the hallway, it is the living room. The house is decorated in a typical new rural style, with gorgeous exterior and simple interior. The ground, not to mention the floor, is not even paved with floor tiles, just like the yard is a concrete floor. A TV cabinet and a wall-mounted TV are still there. It’s not that no one wants this appliance, but according to Shi Rui’s investigation, the hostess of this house was killed by a knock on the TV corner. The second-hand TV is also worthwhile. For a hundred dollars, no one would want a murder weapon.

Opposite the TV is a set of fabric sofas, which have only been left unoccupied for a few months, and the sofas and coffee table have fallen into a thick layer of dust.

"Zi—" In the silence, there was a sizzle of electric current, and then the TV screen flashed and turned on automatically.

"Huh?" Tang Xi looked over with interest.

What's on the TV is not a program. After a few seconds of a snowflake screen, the layout of the living room is displayed. It's just that Tang Xi's current position was replaced by a female ghost with long hair scattered, covering most of her face.

The female ghost lay on the ground and crawled over in a weird posture.

"Cough cough." Tang Xi coughed twice and asked sincerely, "Excuse me, are you ringing at midnight in COS?"

When the female ghost heard the words, she raised her head and revealed a terrifying face. Her left forehead was sunken, and her left eyeball was hanging out of her eye socket, almost falling off. With a smile, her bright red tongue reminded of a snake. Letter child.

"It's coming out." Yun Qi reminded with his arms folded, without any intention to help.

"I saw a joke." Tang Xi said, "What if Zhenzi crawls out of your TV in the middle of the night?"

"Then... stuff it back?" Yun Qi hesitated for a moment.

"Wrong. Put another TV on the opposite side and let her crawl between the two TVs." Tang Xi replied.

Yunqi: ...you won.

"I don't have a TV, but..." Tang Xi looked at the female ghost who had half of her body out of the TV, took out her mobile phone, turned on the screen, and placed it in front of her, smiling like a strange aunt who abducted a child. "Come in, the world is so big, I will show you."

"???" The female ghost was stunned, and her lower body was still on the TV, staring at her with big eyes, not knowing if she should continue to crawl out.

She's a ghost of this level, even if it's scary, she really wants her life... She can't even cause physical harm to the living! So if this girl is not afraid of...falling! What can she do!

What about the tacit understanding between humans and ghosts? Can you still play happily!

After ten seconds, the phone automatically shuts down.

Tang Xi became impatient, re-opened the screen, grabbed the female ghost as if pulling a radish, and pulled her out of the TV, squeezing her into the phone.

Without the ghost, the TV immediately turned off, and the living room plunged into darkness again.

It was probably that Tang Xi's operation was too shocking. The house was silent for an instant, and even the high heels in the shoe cabinet did not dare to be a demon.

After a while, I heard a "click" from behind.

"The kitchen? Go take a look!" Tang Xi put the phone back into his pocket, and followed the voice happily.

Yun Qi followed behind her with an indescribable expression.

No matter how you look at it, his contractors are more like robbers who enter the house, and the ghost in this house is a weak, poor and helpless little white flower...