Maoshan ghost hunter

"Do you know where she went?"

"I do not know about this."

On the other end of the phone, a clear voice suddenly came: "Little Uncle, I am Xiaoyu, sister Leng Yu has something to leave, she told you not to worry, she will come back after a while. Don't worry about your business. "

These words made Ye Shaoyang's hanging heart slightly relieved.

"Thank you, what else?"

"No, she left in a hurry, and didn't have time to explain anything. She said that it's not convenient to use her mobile phone recently, and she can't contact you. My dad is afraid that you will think about it, so I will tell you."

Ye Shaoyang heaved a sigh of relief, asked a few words about Xiaorui's situation, and asked her to take good care of her and wait for him.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Shaoyang was a little restless.

Rui Lengyu left suddenly, what would be important?

It suddenly occurred to her that maybe she couldn't wait any longer, so she went to find a way to save Xiaorui?

Sighing secretly, Ye Shaoyang had no choice but to force himself not to think about these things for the time being, and to focus on the things in front of him, to finish things early, go back to save Xiaorui, and then look for Leng Yu.

It had to be like this.

"Tianshi Ye, should I continue to stay in there?" Wen Huajiao's voice came faintly from the backpack.

"You all go into the yin and yang mirror, so as not to be noticed."

"Be careful." Lin Sansheng went in after finishing speaking.

The lights in Mu Qingyu's house were still on.

Ye Shaoyang glanced at his phone, it was already midnight.

The courtyard door was not locked, so Ye Shaoyang opened the door and went in. As soon as he entered the main room, he saw Mu Qingyu lying on the sofa watching TV, holding a piece of embroidery in his hand, and was seriously embroidering.

When Mu Qingyu saw him, a shy expression appeared on his face.

This was the first time the two had officially met alone after that "lingering" night.

"Why are you not sleeping yet?"

Ye Shaoyang was also a little embarrassed, deliberately not looking at her, his eyes fell on the TV screen.

A horror movie was playing, and a female ghost with blood in her eyes was chasing several people.

The picture is quite scary, but to Ye Shaoyang, it is simply a pediatrics, it can be viewed as a cartoon.

Chapter 1086 A Rare Lover 2

"I wanted to talk to you, but it turned out that you weren't in the house, where did you go?" Mu Qingyu smiled maliciously, "You're not going on a date again, are you?"

Suddenly seeing the wound on Ye Shaoyang's left arm, he asked in surprise, "What's wrong with you?"

Before Ye Shaoyang could speak, he stood up and said, "Stop talking, sit down!"

He got up and walked into the kitchen. After a while, he brought a basin of hot water over to help Ye Shaoyang untie the broken clothes, and cleaned them with a towel dipped in water.

"This is... voodoo!"

Mu Qingyu touched a trace of green mucus near the wound, and said in shock, "How did you get voodoo? Did you fight a wizard?"

"Yeah, I can't explain it clearly in one or two sentences. It's all right. I'll tell you later." Ye Shaoyang had no choice but to perfunctory.

Mu Qingyu didn't ask too much, and helped him scrub the wound, then went to the room to prepare witch medicine, and helped him apply it.

Ye Shaoyang took a breath.

"Does it hurt?" Mu Qingyu raised his head and looked at him with concern.

Ye Shaoyang shook his head, looked at her closely, and carefully treated his wound.

Mu Qingyu raised his head, met his eyes, and said shyly, "See what I do."

"I'm thinking, it's a pity for a good girl like you to marry such a rough man as Baoka."

Ye Shaoyang didn't mean anything frivolous when he said these words.

Mu Qingyu pursed her lips and smiled, "Then you're real, take me in."

Then consciously slipped, picked up the embroidery that had been put aside before, showed it to Ye Shaoyang, and asked, "Does it look good?"

Ye Shaoyang took a look at it, and the embroidered one was a pair of pair of winged birds, which were lifelike, and he sincerely praised: "It's beautiful."

"I learned this from my mother before. It's not half as good as her embroidery."

Mu Qingyu said sadly.

"It's a pity that she is gone. There are many embroidery skills, and I don't know how to do it yet."

Ye Shaoyang's heart moved, and he said, "Maybe we will meet again in the future."

Mu Qingyu glanced at him in surprise, and sighed: "Brother Shaoyang, don't comfort me, you want to see your mother unless I die."

"That's not necessarily the case. Don't forget that I am a mage, and I can summon souls. Maybe I can summon her soul and meet you."

Ye Shaoyang was seriously laying the groundwork.

Mu Qingyu's eyes lit up for a moment, then dimmed again. "Impossible. My brother is also a wizard. He used spiritualism before, saying that my mother has been reincarnated and her soul is no longer in the underworld."

Ye Shaoyang sneered, thinking that Mu Qingfeng wouldn't blush when he told a lie.

Sure enough, a soft light came from the backpack, and the soul power fluctuated.

Ye Shaoyang knew that it was Wen Huajiao who heard this, and couldn't hold back, he put his hand into the backpack as if nothing had happened, pressed his thumb on the yin and yang mirror, and warned Wen Huajiao, so she calmed down.

"By the way, you said you wanted to find me, what's the matter?" Ye Shaoyang changed the subject.

"Oh. Look at me forgot to do business!" Mu Qingyu patted his forehead, "My brother told me to tell you that we will set off into the mountains tomorrow to investigate the cause of the flood."

"Tomorrow... is his foot okay?"

"It's okay, he asked us to go first, and he will take care of him for a day or two." Mu Qingyu smiled, "He's afraid you'll be anxious, so he might as well go check it out first."

Ye Shaoyang nodded, although he knew that Mu Qingfeng was not so kind, but sooner or later he had to go this way, of course it would be better to go early, so as to save himself from staying in the stockade and have his life changed.

After saying goodnight to Mu Qingyu, Ye Shaoyang went back to his room and lay down without turning on the light.

The wound was still painful, Ye Shaoyang stroked it lightly, thinking about the process of Xiaohui attacking him in his mind.