Qian San couldn't sleep.

Although practicing evil arts for many years has irreversible effects on his body, it has actually strengthened his perception ability. He often feels that he can vaguely see something called "the way of heaven".

The voice in the dark will tell him when it is safe and when it is dangerous.

If something is about to happen, he will be upset.

Tonight is very evil.

Ever since he vaguely heard the little ghost on Lianxiang's female ghost crying something, an ominous premonition has been covering him.

The little devil often cried, his personality was distorted, and no matter how he was admonished, he was always disobedient. Lianxiang's slutty hooves wandered around his door every night. To be honest, he had heard the little thing crying and scolding countless times.

Why did the little ghost's voice frighten him tonight?

I'm afraid something will happen.

With a strong vigilance, Qian Sanban was not sleepy and kept listening to the movements outside. He had nothing else to do, so he picked up a handwritten scripture placed on the bookcase and read it.

Although he was staring at the pages, his attention was always outside, and he was thinking in his mind whether Lianxiang had found other ways to enter his house?

If he was fully prepared, even Lian Xiang, a resentful spirit, was not his opponent. Before, he could control Lian Xiang every time he took a mission at night, throw it aside, and she would disappear until dawn.

But if it is a sneak attack, or if the other party really enters the house, something will be a big deal.

As he thought about it, Qian Sanwei cursed unexpectedly.

It’s all the damn rule. In the Fengtou Town, all the ghost spirits are immortal. If it weren’t for this, he would have destroyed the souls of Lianxiang long ago!

After thinking for a while, Qian San came to his senses, glanced down, and realized how stupid it was to hold a book casually.

He couldn't light the lamp in the house, so he couldn't see the contents of the book at all. If he really wanted to read it, his eyes would be sore and swollen.

As if he was venting, Qian San suppressed his anxiety and stood behind the window and looked out secretly.

His yard is very exquisitely arranged, even if the function of the formation is erased, it is a rare elegance in Fengtou Town.

At this moment, there was only the wind in the courtyard, which was so quiet that it was scary.

It shouldn't be.

Qian San hesitated for a while.

At this time before, Lianxiang should have disturbed him sleeping outside.

In order to revenge him, the damn female ghost specifically disturbed him to rest, so she wanted him to be shrouded in a mood of worry and fear at all times. At first, he was not used to it and indeed lost weight a lot. He even made a mistake in front of the master, and was seized by the young master and almost died.

He plotted against others for most of his life, and it was really embarrassing to be plotted against by a female ghost for the first time.

To be safe, Qian San stood quietly behind the window for a long time, until everything was silent, then moved his stiff legs and returned to his bed to sit.

The premonition of alert lasted for too long and gradually became insensitive.

Qian San felt sleepy again. Tomorrow was a birthday party. On the surface, it was a birthday celebration for Master Feng, but in fact it was a very important day for Masters to collect wealth once a year.

At that time, he will also have to go to congratulate him as an "invited" guest, but in fact he will perform his door-to-door duty. If he makes a mistake on such an important occasion due to sleepiness, he will not be able to protect him.

I have to go to bed.

Qian San slowly lay down in his middle clothes, his head drowsy.

He is not the type of person who is particularly energetic at night. On the contrary, because of evil magic, his physique has always been very weak, and he is more likely to be sleepy and tired than ordinary people. Over time, he has fallen into some disease. It is hard to say how many of these are given by Lianxiang.

Although he was still shrouded in ominous premonition, he closed his eyes after measuring for a moment.

In a daze, the cold feeling follows like a shadow.

He didn't sleep well, and could even say he almost didn't fall asleep, frowned irritably and turned over.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear a rustling sound of water coming from the yard.

His spirit suddenly became clear. Qian San opened his eyes suddenly, and his heartbeat accelerated like a drum. He didn't care about his old palpitations, so he sat up quickly and pulled out a dagger with runes engraved from under the pillow.

The sound just now was definitely coming from the well in his yard.

yes……

Have you taken action on the things inside?

"It" will appear, indicating that there is a stranger in the yard and has stepped on his formation!

But why didn't the parrot speak?

Qian San stroked his messy hair and calmed down and thought about it.

He didn't think anyone could escape from the hands of the ghost in the well he raised.

Moreover, no one would have expected in advance that as long as they entered the formation, the things in the well would come out. Those who had seen "it" before were dead and had no living.

Moreover, the well water only sounded, and there was no other sound, so it should have been solved.

Since that's the case, he shouldn't be so anxious and lose his demeanor.

After calming down his heart snorting in his chest, Qian San put the dagger back on the table, took off the hanging coat and put it on, put it neatly, and tied his hair with a hairband.

He was ready to go out after he made himself look no different from the young master in the daytime.

Not to mention, his body is thin, neither tall nor short, and very balanced. Although he is over 30 years old, he looks gentle and fair, like a white-faced scholar, and has the calmness that a scholar does not have.

It’s not a big mistake for so many women who don’t know his true face to fall in love with him, and the matchmaker also loves to match him.

He really paid too much attention to his image, as if this shell that was built outside the liar was the side he had to maintain day and night.

Qian San picked up the dagger again and looked out the window.

After he was convinced that it was not Lianxiang, he pushed open the door. Even so, he was only a few steps away from the door, which was a distance that could be retreated at any time.

He was admitted to the hospital and scanned the surroundings.

The blood splattered three feet away did not happen, the ground was clean, and even the wellhead did not splash much water.

Strange, what about the uninvited guest's corpse?

Could it be that the ghost in the well failed to hit and was escaped?

"Good evening, Master."

On the porch, I noticed that the parrot he came out quacked and opened his mouth, and the duck-like voice was not beautiful at all, but added a strange feeling to the atmosphere.

Qian San doesn’t want to listen to the parrots now. When someone comes, the parrot is quiet. What’s the use of making a sound at this time?

He reached out and pinched the parrot's neck and threw the bird into the well like a pot.

With a plop.

The parrot didn't even scream, and the well water raked. A few seconds later, a pale hand stretched out from the well mouth.

The hands were clearly linked, clamping the edge of the wellhead, and at the same time, a black hairpin slowly rose.

The ghost in the well was safe and sound, Qian San frowned: "Is there anyone just now?"

He was asking, but he felt something was wrong.
Chapter completed!