On the roof of a house deep in this alley, Qinghuai, who disappeared into the house as soon as he entered it, was sitting on the roof, looking at the pavilion in the distance, and smiling slightly.

Next to her, there was a woman wearing a cloth skirt with a pale face but a quiet expression. She still held an oil paper umbrella in broad daylight, blocking herself from playing with her. At this moment, she was sitting next to Qinghuai, sitting with the girl in green sitting on the roof.

Just now, after Qinghuai called out a fool, the woman, whose original name was Hehua, showed a faint smile. Seeing that Qinghuai had called the fool but still had no intention of leaving, she asked in confusion: "Miss Qinghuai, why haven't you helped him?"

Qinghuai's expression was dull, "He had to let him see the dangerous parts of this mountain and river. Otherwise, people who came out of such a small place would not be eaten up by others if they went outside?"

Hehua covered her mouth and chuckled, thinking to herself that Miss Qinghuai doesn't look big, but she always speaks in an old-fashioned way.

Qinghuai turned his head and looked at Hehua, asking in confusion: "Why were you so sure when you made a bet just now?"

"Because I really can't think of other possible results. Huang Jin and I grew up together. When we got married, I knew that he would come to me. Since we were all here, we would never dislike me just because I have become a ghost now. But I must not delay him from now on." Speaking of Huang Jin, Hehua's eyes were gentle.

"Actually, Sister Lizhi is not a bad person. If she hadn't been hurt too deeply and had too much resentment, she could have been reincarnated. Now that she can't get out of this house, she can't get married, and she can't get married. In fact, it's very pitiful."

Qinghuai asked, "She has hurt you, don't you blame her?"

Hehua shook his head and looked calm.

Qinghuai was speechless. She actually didn't know much about the love between men and women. In the Yaotu, she had never seen her father care about her mother too much. When her mother occasionally mentioned her father, she never felt so gentle. Her father was a well-known figure in the Yaotu. Although her mother was not as famous as her father, she was actually not an ordinary person. When she left home this time, her father knew about this, but she didn't stop her. She just gave her a few instructions. Although her mother was a little worried, she never said much. After thinking about it, it was only such ordinary people who could never let go of the word "love".

Qinghuai suddenly spoke, "I just promised that guy's master to take him to the border between Yanling and Dayu, and he saved my life, otherwise, he wouldn't have looked at him in person."

Hehua didn't know where Yanling was, and as for Dayu, she didn't know. A small country like her had never been to the capital in her life, so she knew that there was a wider place in the mountains and rivers. Therefore, she never responded to Qinghuai's words, but she thought to herself that the Qinghuai girl must have a different mind.

The demon and ghost on the roof each had some thoughts in their minds, but they didn't say anything.

The woman in the cloth skirt suddenly stood up and said softly: "Miss Qinghuai, I will leave later, don't tell him."

Qinghuai nodded and asked, "Don't look at him anymore?"

The woman in a cloth skirt shook her head and smiled cleanly.

Qinghuai didn't say much, but stood up, stepped down the roof, and came to the rockery outside the pavilion, looking at Li Fuyao who was breathing heavily and the female ghost in red standing in place.

When Qinghuai, dressed in green clothes, came to the venue, Li Fuyao breathed a sigh of relief. His mood at this time was not about the joy of surviving the disaster, but rather felt the peace of mind to see Qinghuai.

Qinghuai stood on the rockery, looked at Li Fuyao and asked, "How is it? After I saved you this time, will it be even?"

Li Fuyao smiled bitterly and said nothing.

Qinghuai knew that some things were not really flat.

The female ghost in red now looked at this obviously unusual girl with a little fear in her eyes, but she was not in a hurry to take action. She raised her head and looked at Qinghuai with an indifferent expression.

Qinghuai said calmly: "I don't really like people who see me like this."

After the words came, Qinghuai reached out his hand slightly, and a wisp of energy floated out of his sleeve, and soon turned into a green silk thread. In just a blink of an eye, it tied up the female ghost in red like a rope.

Qinghuai walked down the rockery and did not go to see her. She just said as she walked, "A lonely ghost."

The girl in red had a hideous face and kept struggling, but no matter how hard she struggled, she could not break free from the seemingly slender green silk thread.

Qinghuai came to Li Fuyao, glanced at his broken tiger's mouth, and said softly: "I want you to see the dangerous mountains and rivers, and teach you something for Chen Sheng. Do you blame me?"

Li Fuyao grinned and said dryly, "How can you blame you?"

Qinghuai nodded, "Very good. If you say you blame me, I will definitely beat you into a pig's head today."

Li Fuyao was stunned.

Qinghuai looked at Huang Jin, "You know she is not her, so I kill her, do you have any objection?"

Huang Jin was slightly out of sight, but after a moment he came back to his senses and asked, "Where is Hehua?"

Qinghuai said calmly: "I have already been reincarnated. This female ghost was mistakenly thought that she had an affair with an outsider by the family in this house, so she threw her into a well and drowned in it. But her resentment did not dissipate, so her soul did not dissipate and became a wild ghost. Revenge on this family, all the people in the house died. Although she had nothing to do with this matter, she was also implicated and died. Not everyone could become a ghost after death, so she had already been reincarnated and you could not see her."

This scholar who has been studying for half his life said, looking very depressed. He asked in a low voice: "Can you let me see her again?"

Qinghuai didn't speak, indicating acquiescence.

Huang Jin wiped his face and wanted to see the female ghost in red again, but found that the female ghost's face had already turned into another face. Although they were all women, it was a world of difference.

Huang Jin lowered his head and smiled, "It's OK."

Qinghuai turned his head, looked at the ferocious female ghost in red, and said calmly: "You are bound in this house, you can't walk or become other climates. I'm not a good person. In the end, I'd like to choose again, should you end or continue to stay here alone?"

The hideous look on the face of the woman in red no longer existed, and she returned to dullness.

She smiled desolately, "Can the Immortal Master really end my pain?"

Qinghuai nodded slightly.

The female ghost in red was silent for a moment, and finally said softly: "Master, let's do it."

Green Lotus bent his fingers slightly.

The green silk thread on the body of the female ghost in red began to wander, and the female ghost in red looked extremely calm. Huang Jin staggered two steps and came to the female ghost in red, asking unwillingly: "Hahua, is she really leaving?"

The female ghost in red asked in confusion: "You really think of her?"

Huang Jin nodded fiercely.

The body of the female ghost in red has begun to gradually dissipate, but she lowered her head and murmured: "There are really good men in this world?"

After saying this, the female ghost in red had disappeared without a trace.

Huang Jin stretched out his hand and quickly took it back. He murmured, "You are not her."

Qinghuai turned around calmly and said only one word, "Go."

Li Fuyao put away the hatchet, threw it to Huang Jin, rubbed his chest, and followed Qinghuai to the outside of the mansion.

Huang Jin was left alone standing there.

This scholar who was so brave that he dared to hold a knife to steal a bride suddenly burst into tears and was out of control.

He didn't cry in front of Qinghuai, nor did he cry in front of Li Fuyao, but when there was no one, Huang Jin could no longer stop his tears. He let the tears slide across his face and did not wipe it, and just stood there.

There was soon only the soft whimper of a scholar in this house.

In the distance, where Huang Jin was destined to be invisible, Li Fuyao and Qinghuai stood in the distance and looked at Huang Jin. Li Fuyao asked, "That woman named Hehua should be still here, right?"

Qinghuai turned his head and glanced at Li Fuyao.

Li Fuyao waved his hand, "It's just that woman's death must be true."

Qinghuai sneered and said, "I didn't expect you to be stupid at all."

"If you hadn't seen that woman, how could you know so much?"

Li Fuyao said this as an explanation.

Qinghuai suddenly asked, "Li Fuyao, do you think this obsession between men and women is good or bad?"

"What do you mean?" Li Fuyao raised his eyebrows.

"Of course it's a matter of practice." Qinghuai looked for granted.

Li Fuyao said uncertainly: "Chen Sheng did not say that this love thing affects his practice."

Qinghuai sarcastically said, "Your cheap master doesn't care."

Li Fuyao did not respond, but just looked at a woman holding an umbrella in the distance looking at Huang Jin.

Li Fuyao whined, "This is that woman."

Qinghuai didn't talk to him, just looked at the woman.

The woman holding an umbrella looked at Huang Jin from a distance, and she burst into tears silently.

After a long time, the woman stretched out her hand from under the umbrella, but unfortunately the hand was stretched out under the umbrella, and it seemed as if something had been burned, and white smoke began to rise.

The woman seemed to have not realized it, but instead threw the umbrella away and made a hug gesture, but she still didn't walk forward even a single step.

As the woman's body began to gradually turn into white smoke as visible to her naked eyes.

Huang Jin was still standing there without looking back.

When the woman's body had completely disappeared, Huang Jinfu reached his heart and suddenly turned his head, but behind him was empty. Apart from an umbrella, there was nothing else.

Huang Jin walked over and picked up the umbrella.

Put it away and hold it in your arms.

This umbrella is clearly what he gave out.

He began to look around.

Still not seeing anything.

Finally, Huang Jin whispered: "You are afraid that I will be sad, so you refuse to come to see me for the last time?"

No one answered him, but he nodded.

He stood beside the umbrella, spreading his hands, as if he wanted to hold someone in his arms.

And that location happened to be where the woman stood before.

Li Fuyao remembered half of the poem of the predecessor for no reason, "There is one less person who can be inserted into dogwood."
Chapter completed!