"I don't want to die..."

"Why am I the one who died?"

"I want to live..."

"I died so badly..."

"I want revenge!"

"I'm going to kill them!"

...

Either weeping or resentment, all kinds of sounds impacted people's senses.

He seemed to have returned to his childhood, forgotten in the cellar of that haunted house. In this small space, he was surrounded by unjust ghosts and ghosts.

He has nowhere to hide.

Luo Huai raised his hand, and was startled to realize that his hands had become smaller, not only his hands, but also himself.

All the fear that had been buried in his heart for many years came out at this moment. He went back to the past and experienced that helpless fear again.

The tragic faces of the ghosts flew before his eyes one by one.

"Aren't you afraid of ghosts?"

"You still want to save people?"

"Only by you?"

"Won't you be scared to pee your pants?"

"Hahaha... You better run away! Run away like shit, no one knows..."

"No one will laugh at you."

"Run away... run away..."

Luo Huai's heart was beating wildly, the panic made it hard for him to breathe, the hand holding the sword loosened, he hugged his head, closed his eyes and shouted: "Shut up...shut up..."

Then, he heard faint cries.

For just this moment, those gloomy voices seemed to be a foil.

He suddenly had the strength to clenched the sword in his hand, opened his eyes, and faced those terrifying phantoms, even though his body was still trembling, his eyes were fierce, and he said through gritted teeth: "I'm not afraid of you."

In the thick black resentment, the sword light spread out like stars, like the light of dawn piercing through the dark clouds, and there was light in this dark night.

The person who came out of the resentment took unprecedented firm steps. He stepped forward step by step without any hesitation. The refreshing wind that brought him dispelled the oppressive black mist little by little. In the floating black resentment, he grasped He grabbed the girl's outstretched hand, and then clenched it bit by bit.

He bent down and said, "Ah Wu, I'll take you home."

The person who fell on the ground was slowly pulled up, and the resentment wrapped around her slowly dissipated and disappeared.

The moment they looked at each other, the blackness in the bottom of her eyes also shone with starlight.

The water in the pond slowly regained its clarity, the withered lotus leaves revived, pink buds bloomed, against the new green color, the ripples under the feet seemed to have life.

Duan Feixue: "Is this the power of miracles?"

Qin Susu: "It turns out that the third senior brother also has such impressive moments."

Shen Wu said quietly to the girl beside him: "It takes so long to beat a ghost, how weak."

Wen Ran pushed away the boy's approaching face with one hand.

She regretted that it would be great if she had a camera. She felt that Luo Huai's heroic and fearless appearance must be rare.

The people standing on the water suddenly noticed that some spectators had come to the shore at some time, Luo Huai blushed, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Duan Feixue slightly raised her hands to cover her face without looking at evil, and said, "Men and women can't kiss each other."

Luo Huai subconsciously wanted to let go of Ah Wu's hand, but when he looked at the girl hiding behind him, he didn't dare to let go.

Wen Ran said awe-inspiringly: "The third senior brother is afraid of the delicate girl. If the girl falls in such a dangerous place, it will be bad. If he holds her hand, can men and women not kiss each other? Then It’s clearly helping others!”

Shen Wu nodded coldly, "Exactly, the disciples of the Immortal Mansion are all philanthropic, self-sacrificing, chivalrous and courageous."

With that said, he held Wen Ran's hand openly.

Luo Huai gained confidence, he held his head high, "That's right, I'm just afraid that Ah Wu will fall."

He held everyone's gaze and walked to the shore without any guilt, holding Ah Wu's hand, even if others looked at him a few more times, he was generous enough to let others watch.

Ah Wu grabbed the corner of Luo Huai's clothes with one hand, and hid behind Luo Huai, she only dared to show a little face secretly, looking at people she didn't know with red eyes.

It looks pitiful and cute like a little bunny with red eyes frightened.

At this time, Wen Ran actually expressed her understanding to Luo Huai. If it was her, she would definitely not be able to let go of such a soft and cute girl.

Qin Susu saw the girl's face clearly, and was surprised: "Isn't this girl the number one scholar in the story we saw..."

Luo Huai said dissatisfied: "Junior Sister Qin!"

Qin Susu shut her mouth immediately. In fact, she still had a lot to say, such as the identity of the girl and what happened to the girl later in the story.

Ah Wu raised her face and asked softly: "Luo Huai, what champion?"

Luo Huai looked confused, not knowing what to say.

Wen Ran walked over and said with a smile: "We are talking about the No. 1 scholar in the opera. If you are interested, let the third senior brother take you to listen to the opera in the future."

Luo Huai hurriedly said: "Junior Sister is right, I will take you to the theater in the future."

Ah Wu gave a low "hmm", then retreated behind Luo Huai, occasionally looking at Wen Ran quietly with curious eyes.

Shen Wu glanced lightly.

Ah Wu's hand gripping the corner of Luo Huai's clothes tightened, and she completely hid behind Luo Huai, so scared that she didn't even dare to look at Wen Ran.

Several people walked down the mountain.

Qin Susu said strangely: "Why has the resentment disappeared?"

Duan Feixue interjected, "Isn't that good? Maybe we can get out of this damn place."

It's good, it's just a little weird.

Wen Ran looked at Luo Huai and A Wu who were walking in front. In fact, she still had a little worry in her heart, and she didn't know how Luo Huai planned to deal with this girl. If he brought this girl back to Dengxian Mansion, I'm afraid that the bad old man will jump out and object.

After all, this girl...is not alive at first glance.

Shen Wu has been ignored for a long time, he muttered dissatisfiedly, "I can't see that Luo Huai still likes people who are like assholes."

Wen Ran glanced at the person who wanted to be by her side all the time, "Who are you talking about?"

Shen Wu grabbed her hand anxiously, "Ran Ran, I am your little sun, I am not a follower."

Wen Ran touched his face and felt that he wasn't thick-skinned. How could he always say such thick-skinned things?

When they reached the entrance of the village, there were two more figures sleeping on the ground.

Duan Feixue said in shock: "It's Zhang Sheng and the girl from Cui's family!"

The figure lying on the ground looked exactly like Zhang Sheng and Cui Xiuxiu, and they were dressed in the same clothes, but Cui Xiuxiu still had a sick face.

Hearing the sound, the drowsy man woke up leisurely. After calming down, the man helped his wife stand up. He saw the person standing on the other side, "Young Master Shen, Miss Wen?"

Wen Ran said: "Young Master Gu, Mrs. Gu."

Gu Xijing's eyes fell on the figure hiding behind Luo Huai, and his expression froze.