Wang Qizheng was quite happy at first, and it was quite interesting to see Zhang Feixuan being defeated, but this guy pointed at himself without saying a word, making him grit his teeth.
"Hey, I didn't show up. If you can't do it yourself, who do you blame?"
"I can't? I, Zhang Feixuan, can do anything, but there is nothing I can't do!"
Zhang Feixuan smiled angrily.
Not to mention that he was a famous man in the city in Gandu, and he was admired by people wherever he went. Before he entered the master's room, he was considered a noble son to the outside world. When ordinary people saw him, he would not say that he was groveling, but he was definitely Will answer.
What is respect?
His face and figure are designed to make people respect and convince him!
When I ran to this place, I just closed the doors and windows one by one. After finally opening one, I closed all the windows without even listening to what he had to say.
What's wrong, is he a ghost? !
"I don't believe it!"
Zhang Fei With a look of horror on his face, he squatted down in fear.
OK!
Next!
"Officer, I am"
boom!
"Uncle, I am"
Snapped!
"Girl, don't rush to close it, I have something to say."
The windows were still closed, and sobbing could be heard inside.
Zhang Feixuan had a gloomy face and looked back at the people, his eyes showing doubt for the first time: "Am I ugly?"
Wang Qizheng and Gao Sishu nodded at the same time.
"No!"
Wang Qi was baring his teeth in amusement: "Admit it, lift your hair, you are the ugliest!"
Zhang Feixuan glared at Wang Qizheng, "Do you have the nerve to criticize me?"
This man has a vicious look and a sinister face, and he is the least qualified person to criticize.
"I do not believe!"
Zhang Feixuan turned around and ran to the other house and opened the window.
This time, the people inside did not rush to close the door, or simply trembled.
Zhang Feixuan was stunned there.
His eyes were incomprehensible, he didn't know what determination he had made, and he forced out a smile:
"Girl, don't worry. Do you think I'm handsome? Just answer my question. You can do whatever you want!"
The person standing in the window was tall and thick, as tall as Wang Qizheng, with a fat head and big ears. He could quarrel if he shaved his head. There was even a trace of green beard on his chin. It was hard to tell whether he was a boy or a girl.
This man was now staring at him with bright eyes.
Others can't tell the difference, but Zhang Feixuan can still tell the difference between women.
There is nothing wrong with this being a woman and a human being.
With his own charm and determination, there is no way he would be left speechless.
The fat-headed and big-eared woman was startled when she heard this, her eyes brightened even more. She stretched out her hand to grab Zhang Feixuan's collar and howled in a rough voice.
"Okay! Junlan died under a flower, and he is also a romantic ghost! I have been single for thirty years, and I haven't tasted manhood yet. Little brother, be gentle when you eat me later!"
"What are you doing! Let go! I'm doing it, don't, don't, don't come over!"
Zhang Feixuan's expression changed drastically. He had a ninth-level strength, but he looked petite and weak under those thick arms, and he suddenly lost his strength.
"okay."
Song Yin shook his head, walked over, slipped Zhang Feixuan out, and bowed to the person inside, "Girl, you're polite."
The 'girl' was even more stunned. She looked Song Yin up and down and asked curiously: "Are you a human?"
"Of course we are human, what does the girl think?"
"I think so."
She glanced at Zhang Feixuan, who was still in shock, and then looked sideways at the others, "The slaves thought it was a ghost."
As she said that, she didn't know whether it was regret or relief, "It turns out he's a human."
Then, she looked at Zhang Feixuan again, thought of something, and became soft and soft, with inexplicable expectation: "Does what you just said count?"
But this soft and delicate voice also sounded unusually heroic, which made Zhang Feixuan excited.
"I don't."
Zhang Feixuan was about to speak, but saw the man wave his hand again, "Forget it, it's okay if it's a ghost. It's just a slave. As a human being, how can you, a wishful husband, like the slave?"
"You think I'm a ghost?" Zhang Feixuan asked curiously.
The girl looked up at the sky, pointed to the sky that was gradually turning dusk, and said: "No one comes out at this hour. Every house has its door closed. If you are outside at this hour, of course I will think you are ghosts."
The girl put her hands on her hips and sighed: "My parents just passed away a few days ago, and I didn't even prepare a coffin, let alone observe my filial piety. You came to the door again, so you thought that you would go down to accompany your parents after death."
"But this husband is so good-looking, it's better to enjoy it first. Even if he eats it raw, his life in the next life will not be wasted. It's a pity."
She glanced at Zhang Feixuan resentfully again. The hidden longing and pity made his skin crawl all over, but he was also relieved.
The reason for this is not that he is ugly, but that people think of him as a ghost.
Between life and death, it definitely doesn't matter appearance.
It's not that Zhang Feixuan has no charm, it's that the world is not good enough and doesn't give him a chance to show off his charm.
"Huh? You can think of him as a ghost. Why don't you think that my senior brother is a ghost?" Wang Qizheng asked curiously.
Seeing this ferocious man, the big girl subconsciously took a step back, patted her chest, her fat body trembled, and rolled her eyes, "You look so weird, you scare the slave family. If you are the one in front of me, Come on, I must think it’s a ghost.”
Wang Qizheng: "..."
A group of veins popped out on his forehead.
How could you have the nerve to say that!
You're almost a ball!
If you put it in the wild, you might as well be killed as some kind of ghost!
"He's different."
The eldest girl pointed at Song Yin and said, "The Nu family thinks he should be a human being."
"Girl, what you said is that no one dares to go out at this hour? Is there a ghost in the city?" Song Yin asked.
"From outside?" the girl asked.
Song Yin nodded.
"I see. No wonder you dare to come at this hour. Why don't you come in first? It's not safe outside."
"So, thank you very much, girl." Song Yin handed over his hand again.
After being bowed by Song Yin, the girl was stunned and looked at Song Yin deeply, "You are different. You are different from them. There is disgust in their eyes, but you don't."
As she said that, she closed the window, and the sound of moving wooden bolts was heard at the door. The wooden door opened, and the eldest girl poked her head out, "You guys come in first."
After a few people entered, the man locked the door with wooden bolts. Except for the windows and doors, there was no light in the room. With the door closed, the hall seemed very dark.
"Why don't you hold the lamp?" Zhang Feixuan asked.
"Please forgive me, there can't be any light at this hour, otherwise it will attract the attention of ghosts. At night, we don't have much light here."
Song Yin shook his head and smiled: "It doesn't matter, you are the master, it's for your convenience. It's this ghost, do you know when it will appear? What kind of ghost is it?"
(End of chapter)
