"Master...do you have anything to do with me?"

Fu Rou glanced at Shao Huai Jing, who was sitting in the main seat. He still looked meticulous. He was dressed in a simple and rigorous gray robe. His handsome and jade-like face was cold and cold, without any expression.

Sitting on his left was an old man with a half-grey beard, who was looking at her with a smile, and on his right was a charming woman, who was casually licking her fingernails.

Although there were only three people, the psychological pressure on Fu Rou was considerable.

Because these three people are all the top people in the sect, one head and two elders came to talk to her, a passerby.

This is weird no matter how you think about it.

Before she could think more, Shao Huaijing's voice dropped: "You know Xie Qingyi."

"I don't know him." Fu Rou immediately rejected it when she heard it was the inexplicable man.

Thinking of those ridiculous things, she even lost her composure, and explained in a panic:

"Senior Sister Lin and I were visiting someone in the village before, and he came over to talk to him out of nowhere. That was the first time I met him, and I didn't know who he was."

The girl's voice was panicked and a little overwhelmed, like a frightened butterfly falling into her ears with fluttering wings.

And her expression is also very lovable, her clear eyes are moist and full of panic, like a cornered stuffed animal that has no choice but to choose a way out.

It's hard to bear to blame her.

But Shaohuai Jing was indifferent, and without even moving his expression, he continued to ask: "Do you know who Xie Qingyi is."

"I don't know." Fu Rou lowered her head, feeling a little uneasy, wondering if she had made a mistake or something else.

In short, she was very afraid that coming into contact with someone with such a strong aura like Shao Huai Jing would make her feel like she had done something wrong.

This kind of aura that made her so fearful that she didn't even dare to look into the other person's eyes, she could only withdraw her gaze and stare at her toes, enduring the panic in her heart.

"The boss shouldn't be so harsh on a little girl, look at how frightened she is."

The beautiful woman on the side spoke. She glanced at Shaohuai Jing and then turned around and said to Fu Rou very gently: "Xie Qingyi is the king of ghosts. He is the one with the most resentment after his death on the yin day of the lunar calendar in the lunar year.

Strong ghost."

"He seems to have a gentle personality, but in fact he is cold and violent. Many people have died at his hands. Don't be fooled by his skin."

As soon as these words came out, Fu Rou turned pale in fright, and she said that she had seen a ghost that day, and it turned out that he himself was a ghost.

"He...he said he was a scholar." Fu Rou whispered, feeling a little annoyed.

The beautiful woman was silent, and after a while she said: "When I was alive... I was actually a scholar."

"Little girl, I heard that he once wanted to give you his horoscope, right?" The smiling old man at the side spoke.

Fu Rou nodded, and then said: "I don't want it."

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the beautiful woman, and thought for a moment before saying: "Fu Rou, we need your help."

Fu Rou:?

Did they make a mistake? How could she, a passerby, help?
Chapter completed!