There is no absolute in the world, and this is even more true about yin and yang.

There are many things that cannot be seen even if the ghost eyes are opened. However, using certain methods and mantras can detect and distinguish some things in a short time.

I applied blood on my eyelids and immediately recited the magic tricks according to the records in the ghost art, while looking at the direction of the stairs for a moment.

After reciting the magic formula, I saw nothing, and I didn’t even feel anything strange.

I couldn't help but wonder, was it because I was wrong?

But just as I was thinking this way, I saw a white spot of light suddenly appear at the entrance of the stairs.

Immediately afterwards, a slim figure walked down.

The one who came down was Sang Lan, just like before. She closed her eyes, walked forward slightly with one hand, and walked down like a sleepwalking. As if she was being pulled by a force, she walked straight to the counter.

Even though Sang Lan had a very beautiful figure, my eyes were still on the white light spot in her hand.

I was stunned for a while, and reacted and said softly to the clay doll:

"Send her back."

Sang Lan returned to the upper floor like a sleepwalking again.

I sat in a rattan chair and stared at the mud doll in a daze.

I finally figured out the form of the little guy's existence, but this result really surprised me.

Putting aside the head-suppressing technique that I don’t understand, according to the records in the Hundred Ghosts and the Ghost Spirit Art, ghosts are not single existences.

The same rice raises hundreds of people, and the same is true for many kinds of ghosts.

Apart from all kinds of forms, just by distinguishing them according to evil spirits, they are divided into ordinary dead ghosts, evil ghosts, evil ghosts, evil ghosts, evil ghosts, ghost evil spirits, etc.

Those with weak auras but strong ghost magic are divided into ghosts, ghost spirits, ghost immortals, etc.

When he was in the old house of Di, the old lady of Di once said that now the Di family is full of ghosts and is not subject to the underworld.

The truth is, she is lying.

The only ghost spirit in the Di family is Di Jinlian.

The other ghosts of the Di family can only be considered as ghosts under the protection of Di Jinlian.

Some time ago, Yu Linglong, who checked in the Yin-Yang Station and helped us sing a ghost drama to resolve the dangers of Erye Tun. At that time, I was not sure what kind of existence she was. Afterwards, I heard the blind man describe the situation on the boat after we left the opera, and I realized that Yu Linglong may be the most powerful ghost I have ever seen so far, an existence beyond the ghost spirit, that is, the ghost immortal.

Based on the little guy's vague words and her tendencies, I initially suspected that although she was refined by the slaughter technique, she might have become a ghost for some special reason.

But after verification by ghost magic, I found that I was wrong.

She actually transcends the existence of ghost spirits, but she is different from Yu Linglong.

The little guy is actually a very few spirit ghosts...

The next morning, when I saw Sang Lan and Pan Ying coming down from the upper floor, I stood up, pointed to the mud dolls that were placed face out on the shelves, and said to the two:

"When you wake up, then you can just take incense sticks."

"Yeah? Why did you even offer this clay doll?"

Pan Ying walked to the shelves and turned around and asked me curiously.

Sang Lan walked straight to me and asked me: "Why do you want to worship a clay doll?"

Before I could speak, Pan Ying pointed to her nose and said:

"Is this little doll my blood in it? If you worship it, I will protect you."

I glared at her, "Stop talking nonsense, you worship too, hurry up!"

Although Pan Ying and Sang Lan were inexplicably surprised, they still took three incense sticks, lit them, and worshiped them at the clay doll.

When Sang Lan inserted the incense into the incense burner, a tender voice suddenly floated in the room:

"Thank you sister!"

Sang Lan and Pan Ying were both shocked.

"What's the situation?"

Pan Ying looked at the clay doll and looked at me again, her eyes wider than the light bulb.

I suddenly became angry, rushed to the shelf, pointing at the nose of the clay doll: "What do you mean? What sister? You want to call aunt!"

Grandma, why do you call me uncle? When you get to Sang Lan, you will become a sister?!

As expected, Ji Yayun woke up and found that not only Sang Lan had gone wild, but Pan Ying was also missing. She ran over before she had time to wash up.

I said to the three of them: Sang Lan will never 'sleepwalking' again.

The three of them naturally find the root cause.

I didn't hide it, so I told Wang Xi about it.

The three of them were stunned after hearing this.

After a while, Pan Ying pointed to the clay doll and asked me:

"Why did that king raise Gumantong? Or a double-headed one? The two babies separated and he kept Gumantong in his palm. You brought Gumanniu back and kept it in the doll? Lan Lan sleepwalking, is this Gumanniu the thing that happened to this Gumanniu?"

I was speechless by her series of problems with the continuous guns, and I was too lazy to mention anything like the damn boy to her, so I just waved my hand and said:

"There is a good child in the mud doll. Remember to burn incense to her every day in the future, she..."

I wanted to say she would bless you, but in the end I said what I thought:

"She is a good child and a poor child. She is so popular that she hopes she... can have a good next life."

Ji Yayun and Sang Lan seemed to hear the meaning implied in my words, and they both remained silent, and even Pan Ying didn't ask much.

But this big back head never stopped.

Although I didn't ask me, I pointed at the clay doll and asked me what the little guy's name was.

I rolled my eyes. Wang Xizhen is not the kind of childish person. She only offers to the ghost boy for her own selfishness. She would never have thought of giving the ghost a name.

Pan Ying said: That won’t work. I don’t care if he asks Wang Xizhen is still a bastard. He is him and we are us. Since we have raised a baby, we must have a name.

I ignored her, picked up the green tea I had just brewed and took a sip.

"Chat...What's the name of Chacha?" Sang Lan didn't know what was wrong with it, and then stared at the tea cup that was put back on the counter with that straight look.

Pan Ying immediately agreed, saying that the name sounds good, and even decided to say that from now on, Gu Manniu will be called Chacha.

The three of them went back to wash. I glanced at the mud doll and was about to go to the back to take a shower when Ji Yayun suddenly walked in again.

"Xu Huo..."

"Call the boss!"

"Get out!"

Ji Yayun made a gesture of kicking people and asked me: "I still want to know why she let Lanlan sleepwalking."

I smiled and said, "Don't worry, she just wants to find someone to accompany her, she has no bad intentions."

Ji Yayun and I looked at each other for a while, nodded, but frowned again and said to me:

"Someone wants to see you!"

"What?" I looked at her in shock.

Ji Yayun frowned even more, "I seemed to go to the station you mentioned again last night. I remember someone told me...he wanted to talk to you alone."

"Who?" I was even more confused. When I thought of Xu Jie, my heart suddenly raised it.

Ji Yayun shook her head, with deep confusion in her eyes, "I don't know if it was a dream or it happened, so he said he would talk to you alone... It was a man, wearing black clothes, and I didn't see his face clearly."

Man in black?

My mind suddenly popped up in my mind that my first time at the inn was the first masked man in black to receive.

"Xu Huo..."

"Um?"

"No... nothing. Are you going to work today? I'll go make breakfast quickly, and you'll have breakfast before leaving."

After saying that, Ji Yayun hurried out.

I looked at the door for a while and shook my swollen head, took the change of clothes, and went straight into the bathroom.

Hot water poured on my body, and I took a deep breath.

It's a question, there are always answers.

Not to mention the other person, as far as the problems I encountered myself are concerned, if I keep getting stuck in the slightest... I won’t have to live.

Problems must be solved one by one.

The ghost song girl Mengdie asked me to see me again on the first day of the year, and said that Zhao Qi asked her to find me.

Does this mean that some questions will be answered soon?

If so, what I have to do is to be prepared for exploration. Apart from that, I am powerless, so why bother...
To be continued...