Chapter 27

The sound of the blower stops.

Xu Qing stopped to help Jiang He arrange his hair, thought about it and asked, "what's it like?"

He thought that what Jiang He saw was something he didn't understand. For example, some mother was using a mask to go out and express the window.

"Long hair, longer than mine."

Jiang He said, turned around, put his hair in front of him, covered his whole face, and explained, "that's about it."

“……”

Xu Qing frowned. In the middle of the night, Jiang He covered his face with his long hair, which had a visual impact. "And then?"

"Then his face was very white, especially white. It was whiter than the wall." Jiang He pointed to the white wall.

"No..."

"I'm still wearing a blue, weird robe with such long sleeves --"

Jiang He continued to draw.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Xu Qing is not calm. He turns to look around the living room. Combined with the recent rumors of being haunted, he suddenly feels guilty.

What did Jiang he see?

“……”

“……”

Both of them were in silence.

Even when Jiang He was blowing his hair, his sword was standing on the leg of the chair.

"Well, ghosts don't exist. There's no such thing in the world. We need to talk about science. If this ghost really exists, and we don't know how many people have died for thousands of years, then it's not crowded to death? Where do they live, right? "

Xu Qing tried to use science to explain this kind of thing: "you may have too much pressure and hallucination. Blow dry your hair and go to sleep."

It's normal for a girl to come to a completely strange world alone and think wildly. If she is a weak girl, she may collapse directly

Jiang He obviously didn't believe him, but he didn't say much. He turned around and asked Xu Qing to blow his hair. His hand touched the hilt of the sword tightly.

"Ghosts are terrible things for us." She said.

"It's also a terrible thing here."

"Really?"

"Of course." "But the problem is that it doesn't exist. It's impossible to exist at all. Do you understand?" Xu Qing added

"Then why did a mage catch ghosts a few days ago?"

"Because other people mistakenly think that there is a ghost, in fact, there is not."

"Yes, I see it."

“……”

The light in the living room is bright. Xu Qing doesn't feel a trace of coolness.

Jiang He has this kind of existence. It seems that the appearance of a ghost is not an outrageous thing?

"I don't know if my sword can hurt it." Jiang he frowned and thought about how to protect himself in this dangerous world.

"Don't say it. It's the same as real... Tomorrow I'll ask Uncle Zhao to borrow the peach sword to see if I can get it."

"Good."

The hair dryer was blaring, and the two were thinking about their own affairs. Jiang He's hair was soon blown. He stood up and shook his head, but he didn't forget to pick up his sword.

"Thank you, young Xia."

"No need to be polite."

Xu Qing returned a gift like a model, pulled out the plug, put away the hair dryer, urged: "go to bed quickly."

"I..."

Jiang He wanted to say something and stopped. He shook his head for a moment and went back to his room.

The light in the living room went out. After a while, Xu Qing remembered that she hadn't taken a bath yet. She pressed the light again and went into the bathroom with her slippers. There was still a trace of water vapor in the bathroom, with a bit of warm and humid temperature and the fragrance of shower gel.

There is a big difference between living alone and living alone.

If you are alone, you will be afraid to hear Jiang He's description.

After taking a bath, Xu Qing took one third less time than usual. He dried his body and ran out with his clothes in his arms. As he was about to turn off the light in the living room, his eyes swept to the computer on the desk. He made a move and an idea came to his mind.

……

In the bedroom cleared out of the utility room.

Jiang He listened to the movement outside and sat on the bed for a while, with his sword at hand. It was time to practice his sword and go to sleep, but she didn't want to move at all.

There were several piles of clothes stacked neatly at the head of the bed, which Xu Qing bought for her. Although the style seemed strange to her, it was better than those short skirts and shorts she saw on the street.

Jeans, knitwear, coat... Jiang he observes everything carefully every time he goes out. He is sure that what Xu Qing bought for her is very conservative.

Young Xia is a good man

Under the pillow was a suit of coarse linen, which I had worn when I came here. Jiang He reached out and took it out from below, put it on his leg, looked down, and stroked it with his fingers.

Compared with the clothes I wear now, the shoulders are slightly narrower, the sleeves are much shorter, and the thick cloth feels rough——

If it's still in the stockade, er Niang should help her cut and change the dress again, right? Make up a part of the sleeve and loosen the collar.

The second daughter of the family

"Martial arts come from fighting. Don't be afraid of pain! Anyone who looks down on you will beat him hard until he is convinced, and no one dares to provoke you! "

"... little girls don't even know how to sew clothes. They dance swords and swords all day long. Let's see how they can get married in the future. Let's try this dress. If it's not suitable, I'll help you change it."

But more than a month seems to have passed for a long time.

After a thousand years.

Jiang he rubbed the patch on his linen clothes and sighed. He put away his clothes and raised his hand to pick up the sword beside him.

No matter where you are, you have to live and live well.

This dangerous world

She made up her mind to practice her martial arts and fight against the ghost thing. She was waiting to practice her sword.

Dudududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududu.

The door of the room rang.

Holding the sword to open the door, Jiang He was slightly stunned. Xu Qing was standing at the door with a black face.

"Come here."

See Jiang He open the door, Xu Qing no more nonsense, turned back to the desk, pointed to the computer way: "what you see is this?"

He just felt strange. After taking a bath, he turned on the computer, but he didn't turn it off. He just closed it and went to sleep. Let's look at the record of the player.

Old corpse of mountain village.

Jiang he nervously clenched the sword, "yes, I saw it with the monitor."

“……”

Xu Qing has no idea how to explain that Qianliyan is Qianliyan, video is video, surveillance is surveillance.

There are more than 300 videos and movies in his up D disk. If you want Jiang He to watch them like this, the world of gaowu is a scientific fart!

Looking at Jiang He's frightened eyes, Xu Qing is angry and funny. When he was a child, he was too scared by Chu Renmei to go to the toilet

"Forget it, you go to bed first, and I'll explain to you tomorrow."

"If in the middle of the night..."

"Don't worry, there's nothing." Xu Qing interrupted, shaking the mouse point fork, "well, I put her seal, sleep at ease."

Jiang He tangled for a moment. Seeing his relaxed face, he was a little relieved and went back to the room with his sword in his arms.