Chapter 411： Buddhism(18)

Fu Yue dragged a little girl casually among the crowd and asked with a smile, "Little sister, what's the matter?"

The little girl was dry and thin, her skin was fairly white, her face was as big as a slap, and her eyes were a little scary, but she looked a little malnourished when she was fourteen or five.

I can't say how beautiful it is, but it's pretty pretty.

There is no blood on a face, it looks like a ghost.

Fu Yue was taken aback.

The little girl is weak: "Sister, what do you want to ask me?"

Fu Yue lowered her voice.

"Sister wants to ask who is the dead person over there?"

A weird smile appeared on the little girl's face, against her pale face, and it became more and more gloomy, "Oh, the one who died, that is Zhao Yuanwai's son."

Fu Yue continued: "Do you know that little sister..."

She hadn't finished her words. At this time, someone passing by looked at Fu Yue with a strange look, and pointed.

"What's the matter with this girl? She looks so beautiful, but it's a pity that she has a problem with her brain..."

"It seems to be true, what do you say to the air in broad daylight."

Heard this.

Fu Yue looked at the two people subconsciously, and suddenly felt a cold behind her, waiting for her to look back in the direction of the little girl.

I found a very strange thing.

That little girl is gone.

It's like disappearing out of thin air.

Fu Yue froze in place, her beautiful peach eyes stunned, everything around, pedestrians' numb and indifferent face, everything seemed to swallow her away, the oncoming sunlight was cold.

Until a slender hand held Fu Yue's shoulder, she shook it slightly.

"Jiang Si, Jiang Si."

Fu Yue came back to her senses.

The monk in Xueyi's beautiful face flashed a bit of worry. He took Fu Yue's hand and pulled her to a secluded place with few people. Then he asked, "What happened to you just now?"

Fu Yue asked tentatively.

"You just... did you see me talking to a little girl?"

In Fu Yue's expectant eyes.

Fanxiu slowly shook his head, his thin lips pressed together.

"What I just saw was you speaking into a cloud of air."

Fu Yue: "!"

She felt completely suspicious of life.

It's a **** in broad daylight.

Fu Yue looked around and found that there was no one around, so she moved a little closer to Fanxiu, stood on tiptoe, attached to his ear, and whispered, "I might have seen a ghost..."

The girl's lips closed together.

The exhaled heat sprayed on the side of the man's white ears, making it slightly itchy.

Fu Yue roughly described the girl's appearance. After listening to all of them, Fan Xiu gradually frowned.

A teenage girl, thin and thin, with big eyes... isn't this what the ghost looks like?

"It's her."

The monk in Xueyi opened his lips, and a sudden sentence made Fu Yue a little bewildered, "Huh? What is she?"

The Sanskrit language is concise and concise.

"That female ghost."

Fu Yue instantly exploded her hair: "! What?"

Tears fell from Fu Yue who knew the truth.

Hell in the daytime, only she saw it...

Fu Yue burst into tears in her heart.

She stared at the Xueyi monk in front of her with a sullen face, "So, why only I can see the female ghost, is it possible that she is staring at me?"

Vatican was silent for a while.

Comforted: "I will protect you."

"The breakthrough should be on that girl. Since you can see her, maybe she will find you again."

At this moment.

A soft young girl's voice sounded in Fu Yue's ear, it sounded like it was very close, and it seemed very far away, very strange.

"of course."