Chapter 55: Haunted house

When walking out of the black market, the sky was still bright. When Di Fuya finally found the rumored Zhulin Ghost House according to the map, it was completely dark.
Under the pale moonlight, the bamboo forest was extraordinarily quiet and dark. From time to time, cold wind blew and the bamboo leaves rattled.
Di Fu shaking his face and strode to the depths without changing the color. The house on the map is really quiet in the depths of the bamboo forest.
Stepping on the leaves, making a crackling sound, the dim and dull forest always makes people feel overcast.
"Master, it's too dark here, I'm afraid that even ghosts don't want to live in such a dark place?" Emperor Gou vomited.
Although he is in the carry-on space, he can see the scenery outside through Di Fu's eyes.
Compared to this deserted bamboo forest, Di Gouyou prefers to stay in the broken patio of the alchemy house in the di family, but there is still some popularity there.
"I'm here, what are you afraid of, and aren't you a ghost? I will live here, and you will also live." Di Fu smiled slightly, cold eyes scanned the surroundings.
How could she faintly feel that this bamboo forest is something unusual?
"Master, don't scare me. Although I am bold, I don't have to be scared." After feeling the thoughts in her heart, Di Gouyou couldn't help snoring in the ground, and hugged Ling Zhi, humming 嗷A few mouthfuls.
Di Fuyao was too lazy to care for him, and quickly found the house according to the map.
The house is not very large. It is three stories high and stands alone in the depths of the bamboo forest.
"I found it!" Di Fu shook his heart with a joy, and finally there was a quiet place for her to practice well!
She strode forward, took out the key and opened the door, and there was nothing clear inside.
Fortunately, she had been prepared early in the morning, and hurriedly took out the bright stone from the space, and the soft light illuminated the dark room at once.
The furniture is everything, the furnishings are simple, and the whole house is neat and clean.
"It's not bad ..." Di Fuyao looked around suddenly, his eyes suddenly stopped, his gaze was fixed on the spotless table top, and a horror erupted in his heart.
Di Gouyou also found the anomaly, and screamed: "There is a ghost here! There must be! Let's go!"
"Are you a ghost afraid of other ghosts?" Di Fuya returned to him indignantly.
Captain Dragon said that the bamboo forest ghost house was only built, and there were rumors of ghosts before it was sold, so it has been unoccupied.
How could an unoccupied house be as clean as if it were still in the last second? !!
Emperor Fu shook his heart and became vigilant, took the bright stone, looked around the room with sharp eyes, and slowly went upstairs.
"Mom, it's exciting and nervous !!!" Di Gou wanted to see but didn't dare to see it. Two little hands covered his eyes, revealing a thin slit, staring at the master in fear, stepping upstairs quietly step by step.
This strange excitement of catching ghosts made him afraid and excited, and his mouth couldn't stop. "Master, please be careful, this must be a clean-eyed evil! And, yeah, you can keep Yuan Shen immortal. Evil, it must be super strong! "
"Why, you also have ghosts in this world?" In order to ease the strange atmosphere, Di Fu asked him in the space while shaking.
Emperor Gou chattered endlessly and said: "After the death of the Elemental Master, the Yuan Shen will die out, but mainly depends on people, even some very powerful Elemental Masters. Even if the body is dead, his Yuan Shen will not be destroyed, and may be parasitic Among other things, like me! "
"Little guy, are you bragging about changing your ways?" Di Fuyao couldn't help but be a little funny, and suddenly, she stared, feeling a cold air coming from her.
Suddenly stepped forward and bumped his head against a meat wall.
"Wow, it's ghost or ghost!" Emperor Gou exclaimed nervously.
It was so dark in front of him that he could only see a blurry figure, and Di Fu shook his hand to turn it over, and took out the light stone.
Instantly, a familiar face came into view.
"It's you!"
"It's you?"
The former was surprised, but the latter was very lazy.
With the light from the bright stone, Di Fu shook the people in front of his eyes, his eyes are clear, his eyes are tall and thin, isn't it the stall owner selling Lingzhi on the black market?
How could he be here?
Before she could ask her doubts, the stall owner yawned and said with a pair of panda eyes weakly, "Why are you coming to me, Ling Zhi is gone."
Emperor Fu shook his head, and glanced across the second floor, only to see that there was only one bed in the middle of the empty second floor. Obviously, the boy had just woke up from a dream after hearing the movement.
Is this the kid who dares to pretend to be a ghost in this bamboo forest ghost house? !!
As soon as I thought of the new house that I hadn't lived with, the boy had been occupied by the boy for so long.
"Boy, this is my house!"
"Oh, how about that?" The stall owner lay lazily on the handrails of the stairs, his face pure and harmless.
Emperor Fu shook a smile, and Morin slaughtered, "What can I do? I am the owner of this house and have the right to kick you out!"
As soon as he was about to be kicked out, the smile on the stall owner's face froze suddenly, and he stared blankly at her. Man, death is the ghost here. "
It is a sudden change in style of painting!
"What does it matter to me?" Di Fuyao didn't feel good.
The stall owner pouted pitifully, "If you want to drive me away, kill me, and let me sleep in the house for a long time."
"Don't come with this set, my sister, I'm hard-hearted, but I don't have that kind heart." Di Fu smiled coldly, took out a bright and cold dagger, and made a few gestures in front of his white tender face. You have two paths. One, Mali packs your things and leaves my house. The other is, as you said, I don't mind you sleeping here forever. "
She didn't know the origin of this stall owner, how could he easily keep him?
Seeing that it was useless to play the sympathy card, the stall owner pouted his mouth and had to silently pack his packing.
While he was packing, Di Fuya looked around. The house was clean and there was a lot of it. It seemed that the stall owner was running the house very seriously.
"How long have you lived here?" She asked consciously or unintentionally.
The stall owner said truthfully, "I haven't remembered for a long time."
He paused and stared at her, "Can I stay, can you clean the laundry and cook, as long as you don't drive me away."
"Aren't you rich? How did it look like you were fleeing?" Di Fuyao was extremely curious.
This boy is not badly dressed, just because his clothes are a little bit dirty. It looks like a little prince in the family, but he lived alone in this bamboo forest ghost house. He only sold Lingzhi yesterday, and he had 200,000 in his body. Gold coins, it looks good.
Is it a pig eating a tiger?
"I've run out of money, now I have no money." The stall owner was a little embarrassed.
Di Fuyao was shocked: "200,000, where did you spend it, why did you spend it all?"