When Long Junchen was hesitating, He Linlin took the initiative and leaned forward and actually presented her fragrant kiss to Long Junchen who was as dull as an elm. Long Junchen felt his lips were a little wet, and in an instant he even forgot the instinctive reaction of his body. He didn't move all over. He was always so timid that he was blinded by this sudden kiss.

However, He Linlin's kiss was also the first kiss, so she was a little awkward. She stopped it. As soon as she touched Long Junchen's lips, she quickly withdrew it like an electric shock. She looked at Long Junchen with a dull face with a shy face, and pounded his chest like a coquettish person, and said angrily: "Hey, you've died earlier than me at first sight. You've been in this fairyland for so long, why haven't I been able to let go yet?"

Hearing this, Long Junchen almost got thunder. What died earlier than her? This girl is really too immersed in the role. She also regards Long Junchen as a ghost who died before her. She is confident that the ghost who died first is more experienced than the new one. Where is this?

Long Junchen gently broke out from He Linlin's water snake-like arms, sighed softly, feeling that he should still tell He Linlin the truth, so he pointed out the window and said, "Do you think everything here is very similar to your hometown?"

As soon as Long Junchen said his mindless words, He Linlin was stunned and looked out the window with his eyes. The rain in the sky was scattered on the window frame, making a ticking sound. He Linlin looked at Long Junchen blankly, as if she didn't understand what the latter question meant.

"I asked you how you died before. You only said that your life was bitter, but you didn't tell me the reason. I wanted to help you, but you just cried. If I give you another chance to return to the world, would you, would you, go back?" Long Junchen organized the language carefully, but after talking, hesitated for a long time but still didn't tell the girl that she did not have the truth about her death. Long Junchen didn't know how to speak, and hesitated in his heart that he should tell her from the beginning that the more he dragged on such a thing, the harder it would be to accept when he said it.

"You, what do you mean?" He Linlin raised her eyebrows, and looked at Long Junchen with big watery eyes in a daze. She said again her understanding of what Long Junchen said, "Are you saying that you can help me resurrect?"

"Yes, how about it? Are you interested?" Long Junchen looked like a profiteer who cheated a little girl on buying candy, but he was a little nervous and thought to himself what to do if this girl didn't agree to the next step?

He Linlin looked at Long Junchen meaningfully and sighed softly. There was no excitement or joy that Long Junchen expected. She even looked surprised. He Linlin looked out the window with a melancholy face and murmured with a little sigh: "Life and death are fate. Since I have been chosen, I should accept my fate. I was a safe person before my life. After death, I will be a decent ghost. What do you think?"

He Linlin smiled sweetly, but her smile was a little sad and a little unwilling to accept it. Long Junchen's mouth squirmed for a moment, but he couldn't think of what to use to take on the topic. He was silent for a moment and suddenly thought that He Linlin mentioned that she was from Maotai Village. Long Junchen's heart moved. He didn't know where Maotai Village was, but the truth that He Linlin was unwilling to tell was probably only to find it in Maotai Village.

With this in mind, Long Junchen didn't want to disturb He Linlin's rest. After all, he had just recovered from a serious illness. If he told her the truth, I'm afraid this girl would be difficult to accept. It would be better to let it go and investigate it yourself first, and then adapt to the situation.

"Miss He, then you'd better go back and take a break. I'm going to have something to do. I'll see you later." Long Junchen put away the millet porridge and smiled kindly at He Linlin. The latter nodded obediently and said playfully: "Okay, brother god, then you must come back early!"

After saying that, he blinked at Long Junchen as if he was cute. The charming look was really hard for Long Junchen to control. He had to quickly leave He Linlin's room. Seeing Long Junchen's escape in the panic, He Linlin sat on the bed, burst out laughing, and said to herself: "There is such a shy immortal?!"

Long Junchen left He Linlin's room, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and his face gradually became solemn. He looked back at the closed door and rubbed his chin. He always felt that this was a bit strange. According to what He Linlin just said, it seemed that someone was deliberately harming her, but why did she give up on herself as if she accepted her fate? There was no resentment, which made Long Junchen very confused.

In order not to let the girl run around, Long Junchen took out the yellow paper, drew a talisman on it, and posted it on He Linlin's room door. As long as nothing unexpected happens, He Linlin should have slept quietly in the room until tonight.

At the same time, Long Junchen sprinkled some cinnabar and glutinous rice at the door. He was afraid that if the ghost servants did not get what they wanted, they would turn back. So he arranged some simple formations. After finishing all this, he instructed Wang Shi to try not to let He Linlin go out. As long as the door of He Linlin's room was opened, he would notify him immediately.

When Long Junchen left the hotel, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon. He turned on his phone and searched the location of Maotai Village with satellite navigation. He found that Maotai Village was not far from his current location, so he drove Wang Shi's slightly broken car and headed towards Maotai Village.

In Maotai Village, people sit in the tavern to enjoy the fragrance and fresh moisture of the soil brought by the spring breeze, and enjoy the salted plums and the wine in the cup.

"He Jinduo, you come here to drink too. Today is a big day. Why don't you come and celebrate together?" At the table, a man was holding a glass of wine and drinking happily. Seeing a middle-aged man dressed in a shabby cloth beside him, staring at the ground with a dull eyes, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and quickly picked up a glass of wine and walked towards him.

"Brother, if you think I am a brother, don't act with me here. What a happy day, my daughter is gone. How can you be happy if you make me happy?" He Jinduo's hands were inserted into his greasy hair in pain. The hair fell from the tip of his fingers along He Jinduo's scratches. The folds on his face made people feel heartbroken.
Chapter completed!