Chapter 55

In the secluded wooden house, a faint faint fragrance swirls around. Qin An took a look at the useless system before going to bed.

There are still a lot of glittering ancient and modern, but there is no one related to cultivation.

Maybe this is life, broken sleep, broken sleep!

Qin An turned over and fell asleep slowly.

The four spirit beasts placed on one side also have their own nests.

The green snake still coiled up, emitting a little light on his body, just like hibernating in the past.

The old turtle was soaking in the water, with dignity and a trace of hegemony in his eyes.

The parrot looks cynical. It seems that it doesn't smoke. The black cat also took a vacation. Finally, Qin An doesn't have to roll it up.

"There seems to be something here," said the parrot in a voice that only spirit beasts can hear.

"It's just a crooked thing. It's not worth mentioning." the old turtle's thick and low voice didn't pay attention to it.

It was a dark and windy night at eleven forty-five.

At the last quarter of an hour, only the house beside Qin'an blew a gust of Yin wind.

In this not cold night, it seems even more strange.

Qin An pulled the quilt. It was obviously made of good hedgehog hair, but it still looked a little cold.

Pulled the quilt, still a little.

"Strange, how so cold." Qin An woke up from the cold, shivering all over, got up and closed the doors and windows.

At the moment of closing the window, he seemed to suddenly see a pale young face. For a moment, he shivered and fell to the ground.

"Mom, there's a ghost!" Qin an almost hid under the bed. When he opened his eyes again, he had disappeared.

"Sleeping trough, this..."

Qin An wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. Why is it haunted? This is clearly a plot only found in some horror novels.

But now it's happening in front of him, which can really scare people's heart out.

I can't imagine that a scene in the horror novel happened to him. The cold sweat on his forehead and his intuition told him.

This is no illusion!

"Shit, what's so haunted?" Qin An was also shocked.

Even if there are martial arts practitioners here, even if the world has changed.

The key is not to make these things out to scare Ren!

"No, I can't live. I want to leave here." Qin An turned around and hid in the corner of the wall in the middle of the night, so he had to call the police. "

But he only has the phone number of Guangling Public Security Bureau, which is difficult.

"God, am I trapped here?" Qin An felt his scalp numb and scared to the extreme.

It's hard for anyone to accept such a thing suddenly, isn't it?

If he is a martial artist now, he is full of aura and overbearing martial arts. What the hell is strange? His mother doesn't know him!

The key is that he is not! He is just a mortal.

Without this protection, there would be no confidence, so he would be afraid.

"Don't worry, master, that thing won't come out again." the parrot shook its wings and vomited.

"It's easy for you to say. You're not afraid?" Qin An glanced at the bird and said angrily.

Forget it, tell him he doesn't understand. It's just a bird, a spirit beast.

How can you compare with people? Maybe there is no fear of ghosts in people's dictionary!

The parrot was stunned, then picked up a branch and flew out.

Qin An is still planning how to live in the house, because if he continues to do so, he will be scared to death!

This is ridiculous. We can only find a way out of the dilemma.

Unexpectedly, outside, small classes have begun

The parrot went out of the door and looked around in a circle in the backyard.

There is an obscure handwriting on it, which is still faintly red in the moonlight.

It seems to be a seal, suppressing something.

"Hey, come out, don't pretend to be dead!" the parrot knocked on the ground with a branch, as if sending a signal.

"Haven't come out yet? Believe it or not, I burned your broken contract!" the parrot's words seemed to touch something, and the whole ground trembled slightly.

"Have the ability to frighten my master, and now don't dare to show your head? Well, don't live either." the parrot's eyes turned red, and the bright flame seemed to burn and bring a flash of streamer.

"Don't, sir, spare your life!" suddenly an ethereal voice sounded, the obscure word was red, and a gray ghost of the soul popped out.

"That's right." the parrot patted the flame on its wings with satisfaction, one of which fell on the ghost's feet and shouted hot.

When you look carefully, the ghost looks like a young man, but you can see the amazement and ferocity on his face.

I'm afraid he was once a powerful man, but now he has fallen to this point.

"Sir, stop your fire!" the ghost knelt down and worshipped the parrot with many circles.

"If I find out any time I come out to scare Ren, you'll be gone, okay?" the parrot shook its wings and seemed to ask, have you seen the fist with the size of a sandbag?

"Understand, understand." the ghost hurriedly drilled back into the seal.

Seeing this, the parrot was satisfied and walked back to the house like a chicken.

"Madder, why is this so unlucky?" the ghost scolded angrily in the seal.

There were many powerful people who came before, and even those who exceeded the king's territory, but they had nothing to do with him.

He is the top power of the ghost family. Before he died, he signed a soul falling contract with the master of the Hong family, so that both survived.

If the store is occupied, it will affect him, so even the strong in the king's territory can drive him away.

After all, he is a ghost body now. Coupled with the particularity of the secret method of the ghost family, all physical damage is invalid for him.

But this time there's an uncle! Qin An's parrot alone has the purest fierce inflammation. As long as people want, they can burn him at any time!

If I had wanted to die long ago, I wouldn't be gasping until today. It's difficult to do now. But he can't help it.

Although Qin An is a mortal, a parrot around him can cure him. He cries!

The parrot returned to the house and was startled to see Qin an suddenly staring at him.

"I've figured it out. Ghosts are afraid of his fart!" Qin an suddenly realized.

The world's strong run rampant, almost subverting his world outlook.

This ghost fear, or from the inner fear of the unknown.

Just think of him as a martial artist with a grimace?

Anyway, whether it's a martial artist or a ghost, if you want to shoot him to death, you'll slap him.

"Grass, barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes. Afraid of your fart!" Qin An shouted, strengthening his courage.