late at night.

Thatched cottage.

Zhang Bairen closed his eyes tightly, held a water gun in his hand, turned around suddenly, and then shot.

Well....

There is no water.

Why is it getting darker?

Where is my candle?

Zhang Bairen opened his eyes and found that there was no difference between opening and closing his eyes. He could not see his five fingers when he reached out.

The candle seemed to be exhausted by itself.

What about ghosts?

Have you been scared away by his boy's urine?

Hehe, Uncle Jiu is indeed a ghost catching master, and boy urine is really useful.

Huhu...

Another gust of cold wind came.

On this dark night, Zhang Bairen was not sleepy at all. His only idea was to quickly return to his room and let Yanran sleep with her back.

This is so scary.

It felt cold behind me, as if water droplets were dripping on it.

Zhang Bairen slowly looked up and looked up, a faint blue light swaying.

Sudden!

A face appeared in front of Zhang Bairen, only a short distance.

hiss....

Zhang Bairen took a breath and took a few steps back.

This is a woman's face, with delicate facial features, as if she was halfway through the scroll, and even compared to herself, it was not as good as herself.

"Young Master, save me..." The female ghost slowly floated towards Zhang Bairen and stretched out her hands.

"I'll get wet again... no, there's no water."

run.

Zhang Bairen looked at the room that was ten foot away, and there was still a faint candlelight. This was Zhang Bairen's goal. As long as he entered the room, Yanran would protect him.

As soon as he ran three steps, with a "bang", it seemed that he had hit something, and Zhang Bairen fell to the ground.

Regardless of the pain, Zhang Bairen continued to run.

Uh... something is wrong. It's getting farther and farther, but Zhang Bairen is probably going to have a hundred steps after a sprint.

I haven't reached the room yet, and it's still the same distance as before.

Ghost hits the wall.

Zhang Bairen squatted to the ground, feeling that his back was wet with cold sweat.

"Young Master, don't be afraid. I am already your son's person and will not hurt you."

The female ghost said softly, but her voice was a little ethereal.

As he said that, the female ghost reached out to help Zhang Bairen.

Sudden!

When the female ghost just met Zhang Bairen, she saw Zhang Bairen reaching out and her hand flashed with light.

The word "天" appears above the head and the word "天" appears under the feet.

ah....

The female ghost was shining with golden light and flew backwards.

Zhang Bairen didn't care about so much, so he quickly stood up, ran to the room quickly, got into the quilt and covered his head and closed his eyes.

Um?

wrong.

The taste is wrong.

There is no fragrance of a virgin, but the smell of sweat.

This is not my room, and it is not Yanran on the bed.

"Young Master, why am I older and I have not been touched yet? You must be responsible for me."

Thick, with a hoarse voice.

This is Uncle Fu.

Zhang Bairen jumped out of the quilt and pointed at Uncle Fu in the faint candlelight. He was first embarrassed, then embarrassed, and then furious.

"You old glass, do you know if you have gone to the wrong room? You have gone to the wrong bed? Do you know if you have liked it so much, I'll give it to you, old glass."

Zhang Bairen cursed, walked out of the room quickly and took a deep breath.

"I'm anxious, I'm anxious. I can't be so anxious in the future. I can't leave my first time to a man, urge..."

At this time, Zhang Bairen forgot about hitting a ghost and hurried back to his room.

Looking at Yanran's sleeping soundly.

Zhang Bairen returned to the desk, wrote a book, and was sleepy, so he lay down on the desk and fell asleep.

I was speechless all night, early the next morning.

Zhang Bairen asked Uncle Fu to arrange his plans and recruited twenty maids, ten guards, and two chefs.

With these servants, the palace has become a little popular.

Zhang Bairen began to ask his servants to arrange the palace according to his own ideas, and he was busy until the afternoon before it was over.

In a blink of an eye, it was supper time again.

This supper is naturally delicious. If you spend ten taels of silver a month, you can dig it up to the chefs in the big restaurant.

Today, Zhang Bairen was puzzled. Logically, the Tiance Mansion should have summoned him, why did there be no news for a day?

Before going to bed, Zhang Bairen came to Uncle Fu and asked him to draw a ghost-suppressing talisman for himself.

In Zhang Bairen's heart, Uncle Fu is an absolute monster, and it should be no problem to suppress a little ghost.

But Uncle Fu said that he would not draw ghost-suppressing talismans, but there was a magic trick that could suppress hundreds of ghosts. He asked Zhang Bairen if he was willing to learn it.

Even if Zhang Bairen wants to learn now, it’s too late!

The ghost is right around.

It's late at night again.

"Brother Bairen, you are really working hard." Shui Yanran looked at Zhang Bairen's writing with admiration on her face.

"Yanran quickly..."

Zhang Bairen originally wanted to say, go to bed quickly, but when he thought of what happened late at night last night, Zhang Bairen was a little speechless.

Shui Yanran is a monk, so the female ghost must not dare to come, so it is better not to sleep.

After a while, Zhang Bairen put down his pen and whispered: "Yanran, please help me see how this paragraph is?"

Without a response, Zhang Bairen turned around and looked at the candlelight and found that Yanran was already asleep.

"Haha, although he is a cultivator, he is only twelve years old after all." Zhang Bairen said with a smile.

Huhu....

A gust of wind blew, and the candlelight swayed, as if it was about to go out.

"Husband...save me..."

Zhang Bairen was clever and the voice of the female ghost again.

wrong?

Why did she call her husband? Just kidding, is she going to have sex with me? Zhang Bairen suddenly turned pale when he thought of the end of the Ninth Uncle's movie.

really!

A figure appeared in front of the window, which was the female ghost, but the female ghost did not enter the room, as if she was afraid of Shui Yanran.

Zhang Bairen glanced at Sleeping Shui Yanran and felt confident. After all, she was just a little devil, and her concubine was a little fairy.

"Miss, don't bother me."

People will have instinctive fears about ghosts.
To be continued...