Quick Transmigration: Ten Thousand Worlds Charter Woman

Chapter 17 Crisis
The voice was ethereal and distant, and it seemed to be in my ears instantly.

"He Xiaoman..."

"He Xiaoman..."

"He Xiaoman..."

He Xiaoman did not directly answer the other party's question, but instead asked the other party: "Who are you?"

"He Xiaoman..."

"He Xiaoman..."

"He Xiaoman..."

I don't know if the other party has no intention of communicating with her or if he can't understand human words, he is still obsessed with calling He Xiaoman's name hoarsely.

Three black lines hung from the corners of He Xiaoman's forehead: "Big brother, you just called me three times to ask me to agree. Do you have purple gold and red gourds or mutton fat jade bottles?"If you want to ask me for help, am I coming here sincerely?You should declare your family name yourself!

After inquiring who the other party was to no avail again, He Xiaoman became completely irritable: "Are you the one who doesn't want to stay in Xiaonanhe...a ghost?"

On the dry bed of the Xiaonan River, there was only the howling of the cold wind, and when He Xiaoman finished his roar, everything was completely silent.

She waited for a long while but didn't see the other party's next move, and suddenly regretted it and began to examine herself: Am I being too rough?Should I say yes?Should I ask the other party back?
But she was also afraid that if she agreed, she would follow in the footsteps of the great sage. She didn't have the skills of others, she was just a weak and helpless little beauty.

After waiting for a while, the cold wind blew more violently, and there was no news of people or ghosts.

Apart from Yuan Dewang, He Xiaoman has no experience in dealing with ghosts. As time passed, she felt restless and depressed. It would be great if ghosts were as straightforward as Yuan Dewang!
The bulletin board was always quiet, with no quest progress or reminders at all, which obviously meant that she hadn't come into contact with the man who needed to return her soul to her hometown.

In desperation, He Xiaoman had no choice but to start talking to himself again: "I sincerely want to help him, but what if he doesn't come out?"

The bulletin board was still as quiet as a chicken.

It seems that the rules do not allow the bulletin board to give her any hints.

He Xiaoman began to circle around the three big rocks, wondering if the address given by the fourth uncle was wrong?But she walked strictly according to the route that the fourth uncle said, and the distance was almost here. There was a small turn ahead, and inside the turn was a willow tree that had fallen down, and there were three big rocks at the top of the willow tree.

That's right, everything fits.

Is it my own assumption wrong?Does this matter have anything to do with fourth uncle digging sand?
The owner of the house is really not that easy to do. The longer he stays outside, the colder he feels, especially when there are no buildings to block the wind.

He Xiaoman gritted his teeth from the cold, so he decided to use his trump card - burning paper money.

She really didn't want to use this method unless it was absolutely necessary.

She asked the store owner, but if she didn't know the name of the other party, they would not receive it, unless you were at the other party's graveyard.And this kind of burning paper in the wilderness is likely to cause some lonely ghosts to come to snatch it. The man looked at He Xiaoman with a very strange look and said: "Try not to go alone at night. It is easy to attract things. "

He Xiaoman nodded indifferently, thanked her, and left. She was actually afraid, but she was just looking for something to do on this trip, so I asked you whether the feeling of "knowing that there are tigers in the mountains and going to the tiger mountain" is exciting or not.

Now He Xiaoman was indeed stimulated, it had been about an hour, her big nose was frozen out, and the nameless ghost hadn't come out yet.

Just as she was about to take out all kinds of gold and silver treasures she had prepared to attract money lovers, He Xiaoman suddenly discovered that fog had formed around her at some point.

It was clear that the moon was bright and the stars were thin and the cold wind was whistling just now, but what can be felt now is the thicker and thicker fog.

Is that one coming?
The original owner once played wall tricks with He Xiaoman once. Is this another form of wall tricking?

Sure enough, everything around him gradually became blurred, and He Xiaoman could no longer see the three stones and the willow tree dumped on the river.

"He Xiaoman..."

"He Xiaoman..."

"He Xiaoman..."

Again.

It seems that calling three times every time it appears is the standard configuration of this ghost.

However, the more the other party called He Xiaoman, the more he dared not agree.

There is only one life, and if it is gone, it will really be gone.

"Who are you? You can tell me what unfulfilled wish you have, and I will try my best to help you."

"Help me? You'd better help yourself!"

That voice suddenly stopped calling her name, but answered He Xiaoman in a ghostly manner.

To He Xiaoman's surprise, the bulletin board still didn't say a word. Could it be that the house building order also has a signal blind spot?Or is her bulletin board dead?
The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and the light of He Xiaoman's headlight could only reach her eyes, but she still felt a rolling fog in the thick fog, and a feeling of extreme danger made He Xiaoman subconsciously take a few steps back.

Thanks to her usual efforts to climb up and down and carry beer boxes so that she has a body with quick reactions, a black shadow flew past He Xiaoman's cheek, and disappeared into the fog again.If it wasn't for the dense fog rolling in the place where the black shadow disappeared, He Xiaoman almost thought that he was dazzled just now.

There was no time for her to think, the fog on the left side began to billow again, He Xiaoman reached out to touch his treasure bag, and at the same time, he remembered that when he was a child, he heard the old people say that when he was a child, he would be afraid of dirty things and strong yang energy when he hit the wall , so as long as the sun hits the wall, it will not appear.

It is said that if you pour a child's urine and hit a wall, it will collapse.

But she is only a 27-year-old virgin.

Besides, even if it works, she can't urinate now!
Touching a cylinder in his hand, He Xiaoman felt blessed immediately, and he didn't know if this thing could be regarded as strong yang energy.

She took out the anti-wolf spray in her hand and sprayed it with a "poof" at the mist that was boiling like boiling water.

"Squeak~squeak~"

As expected, the dense fog had thinned a lot, revealing a black, dry and thin figure in the fog. The thing bounced extremely well, and it came straight to He Xiaoman's face. The two withered and black bird claws were trying to catch He Xiaoman blind. s eyes.

At the same time, there was something in the mist on the right that seemed to be rushing towards him. The one in front of him hadn’t been solved yet, and the helper for this thing had arrived. Fortunately, He Xiaoman was not in danger. Although his heart was pounding and he was about to jump out, his thoughts remained the same. Calmly make the most correct judgment.

Suddenly, a large kitchen knife with a cold light appeared in her hand and slashed at the thing that was about to fall on her face, and the other hand aimed at the dense fog and made several "poofs" in succession.

The screams of "Zhi Zhi" in the fog were endless, but the worst thing was the one that wanted to blind He Xiaoman's eyes. He Xiaoman's hand holding the anti-wolf spray was always facing the fog defensively, while the other was placed on the ground. The hand in the treasure bag had already clenched the kitchen knife tightly.

PS: Don't worry, everyone, first solve the accommodation problem, and our Xiaoman will officially start her mission journey.New books are not easy, ask for tickets, collect and spread, thank you everyone!

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