I read it correctly before, the candle flame is green, just like the candle flame in a ghost blowing out lantern.

Now it has returned to its normal color. Could it be that, as Xiaoqin said, that thing really moved from the house to the outside?

Yang Ruoqing is not afraid of living people, nor is she afraid of dead people, but this kind of dead ghost...

I'm really feeling a little chilly.

Why?

Because this is an ethereal thing with no real form, and she is material. If she punches the air with her fist, you can imagine the feeling of powerlessness...

That night, Xiaoqin was noisy for a long time, curling up in the corner of the bed like a frightened bird,

She was still wrapped in a quilt, and any movement outside the window could make her tremble.

Yang Ruoqing stayed with her in the house, while Damo went to the yard and continued to yell and curse, waving in the air...

When the rooster begins to crow, it announces that the night is coming to an end and dawn is approaching.

"He seems to be gone..." Xiaoqin said suddenly.

Yang Ruoqing yawned, leaning against the bed and yawning. She didn't react when she heard this: "Who's gone?"

"Xue...that person from the Xue family..." Xiaoqin whispered.

Yang Ruoqing took a hard hit, and her sleepiness suddenly disappeared.

When it was almost dawn, the exhausted Xiaoqin finally fell asleep.

Sun and Dayun quickly came to the room. Seeing the bloodshot eyes of Damo and Yang Ruoqing, and their pale faces after not sleeping all night, Sun and Dayun immediately guessed something.

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"What? Is this method useless?" asked Sun.

Yang Ruoqing sent Da Mo back to school to catch up on some sleep, because there was still fighting tonight.

Then he turned to Sun and Dayun and said, "I'm a little scared, but it's not very effective."

Dayun said: "Da Mo is a strong man with a boy body. Logically speaking, he has enough yang energy."

"Is it possible that the butcher's knife doesn't have enough killing power?" she asked again.

Sun said: "Maybe it's really like this..."

Yang Ruoqing's eyes flashed, Luo Fengtang's sword must have murderous intent, because he used that sword to fight.

However, he always carries that sword with him and is not at home!

Wait a moment, a flash of light flashed through her mind, and Yang Ruoqing suddenly thought of something.

She became excited and said to Sun and Dayun: "Mom, Aunt Dayun, don't make any noise about this matter for now. I have thought of a good way, it will definitely work!"

"What's a good idea?" Dayun asked impatiently.

However, Yang Ruoqing pretended to smile mysteriously and said, "Please allow me to keep it quiet for now. I'll go get some beauty sleep and wait until I wake up."

Dayun curled his lips and said, "This girl has learned so badly that she even makes her elders appetizing."

Sun also smiled helplessly, but in turn told Yang Ruoqing: "Eat breakfast before going to bed. Going to bed hungry is not good for your health."

Yang Ruoqing said ‘hmm’.

I went to wash up, then had breakfast and walked in the yard for a while.

Walk a hundred steps after a meal and live to be ninety-nine.

Then, she went back to the house and went to sleep.

When I woke up, it was dark, and Damo had already come and was waiting.

"Qing'er, earlier I went to borrow a boning knife from your uncle and aunt, as well as a willow-leaf knife specially used for castrating pigs."

Damo came over and said as if offering a treasure.

"Didn't that short-lived ghost Juren want to be the groom's official? I'll use this willow leaf knife to greet him and let him become a ghost eunuch!" Damo said fiercely.

Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes wide and looked at Damo. On the face of the honest and honest Brother Damo, Yang Ruoqing saw a few big words:

The hatred for taking away my wife is irreconcilable!

Damo suddenly stopped talking because his eyes fell on the sword held in Yang Ruoqing's right hand.

"Qing'er, this is... the Moye sword we took out from under that ground last time?"

Damo opened his eyes wide and pointed at the sword in Yang Ruoqing's hand.

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows and raised her hand to stroke the deep lines on the scabbard.

"Yes, I thought that since this sword is the ancient divine sword they call it, it must have spiritual energy. Bring it here and try it." She said.

Yang Ruoqing was not surprised at all when Damo knew about Mo Xie Jian.

Because when he went to the underground palace of the Southern Queen to find the sword that the Queen was buried with, Damo was also involved.

Damo said excitedly: "Oh, this sword must have spiritual energy. None of us can pull it out, not even Tang Yazi can't pull it out with such strength."

"Qing'er, just take the sword out of its scabbard. This sword recognizes its owner. If you can recognize the owner's sword, it must be spiritual!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch the sword. Unexpectedly, his fingertips just touched the sword.

The sword that was originally held in Yang Ruoqing's hand, which seemed as gentle as jade and felt very good, suddenly trembled.

A wisp of cold air overflowed, and Da Mo only felt a chill on his fingers, and a soul-stirring chill spread directly through his whole body from his fingertips.

Damo took several steps back and looked at the sword in Yang Ruoqing's hand with a horrified expression.

After a moment, he became happy and couldn't help grinning excitedly.

"Qing'er, there's a show, there's a show, this sword has such a bad temper, hahaha, there's a show tonight!" Damo said.

Yang Ruoqing also stroked the Moye Sword in her hand, dumbfounded.

She was also full of confidence for tonight.

Night is coming.

There is no electricity or Internet in the mountain village. After dinner, in order to save candles and tung oil, the villagers got into bed very early.

The night was quiet, and occasionally the wind blew through the yard, causing the branches to rustle.

After what happened last night, Xiaoqin didn't dare to sleep tonight.

As soon as Yang Ruoqing entered the door, she quickly pulled Yang Ruoqing and sat on the bed together.

Yang Ruoqing hung the Moxie sword on the tent.

In the first half of the night, I chatted with Xiaoqin from time to time, and eventually both of them gradually fell asleep.

I don't know when the two of them fell asleep back to back, until a strange sound came from their ears.

‘Deng-deng-deng…’

Yang Ruoqing woke up suddenly, and when she raised her head, she saw that the Moye sword she hung on the tent was moving by itself.

That sound came from the sword.

If this sword were hung on the wall, Yang Ruoqing would really wonder if there was an earthquake.

"Qing'er, what's going on?"

Xiaoqin also woke up immediately, hid behind Yang Ruoqing, and asked nervously.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the still beating sword without blinking, but she said to Xiaoqin: "It must be here, the sword has responded."

As soon as he finished speaking, the doors and windows were obviously closed tightly, but there was an invisible cold wind blowing through.

The candle that was burning smoothly on the table suddenly jumped hard and almost went out at a certain moment.

Xiaoqin screamed in fright and shrank into a ball.

Yang Ruoqing quickly held Xiaoqin's hand, "Don't be afraid!"

The candle on the table lit up again, this time, it was a strange green color again.

"Coming, coming, coming again," Xiaoqin trembled.

"Brother Damo..."

As soon as she shouted, Damo immediately rushed in from the door.

Before Xiaoqin and Yang Ruoqing could say anything, Damo understood when he saw the candlelight on the table that changed color.
Chapter completed!