It's normal for ordinary people to not see ghosts, but if a celestial master can't see ghosts, it's a lot of fun, and the ever-bright candle was blown out twice by the other party for no reason, which is simply a provocation.
"Damn, labor and management still don't believe that they can't see you!"
Ye Shaoyang took out a handful of dried grapefruit leaves after soaking them in potion from his backpack, put in the ever-bright lamp and burned them to ashes, and then drew three horizontal lines in the middle of his eyebrows, representing the dry position of the gossip: dry is the sky, the sky is yang, which can dispel yin qi and spy on the hidden things of the cathode, and then drive the gang qi, slowly open the Tiantong eye, and look to the side- Around the room, there was still no one around, Ye Shaoyang's heart tightened, could it be ......
Can't even see each other with the eyes of the sky?
His eyes swept over the ground, and he suddenly found some footprints, the nearest one, just behind him, when he raised the lamp, he saw that the footprints were similar to human footprints, but they were a faint black aura, forming the shape of a bare foot.
Ghost footprints!
Ye Shaoyang looked carefully, judging from the size, this foot was much smaller than ordinary people's feet, and he immediately chuckled in his heart: This shows that this is just a foot The owner is either a child or a woman with small feet.
If it is a little girl, it means that she died sideways and did not go to reincarnation, which means that she is deeply resentful and difficult to deal with; If it is a woman who binds her feet before her death, not to mention, she must be at least a hundred years old, and her cultivation is naturally not to be underestimated.
Ye Shaoyang shook his head and looked forward, there were footprints every few meters, leading to the corner of the room, where there was a screen, and behind the screen was a wooden staircase.
The footprints lead to the stairs.
If an ordinary mage encounters such a strange thing, he will have to run away if he says anything, Ye Shaoyang is also a master of art, he picked up the big money from the ground, held the everlasting lamp in one hand, and the soul hook rope in the other, and walked towards the stairs.
When you come to the staircase, illuminate it with an ever-bright lamp, and look up, there is a black hole above the staircase, and you can't see the end of the situation.
Ye Shaoyang was hesitating to go up when he heard a strange sound of "creaking" coming down from the silent second floor.
Ye Shaoyang pricked up his ears to listen, this sound was very similar to the sound of people rubbing their joints when they twisted their bodies.
He didn't think about it, because a few seconds later, a figure appeared in the light of the candle and climbed down the handrail—not the staircase, but the handrail, like a snake.
Ye Shaoyang swallowed his saliva, and looked at it, this was a six or seven-year-old little girl, her face was as white as paper, and the terrible thing was that there were many cracks on her face, as if she had been broken, and white milk-like liquid was constantly flowing out of the gaps in the hair on her head.
She opened her mouth and faced Ye Shaoyang, making an expression that she didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
When she was about to slide to the bottom, at the top of the stairs, there was another figure, a girl who looked to be one or two years old, with short ear-length hair, wearing a long-sleeved shirt and pants, all sky blue, looking like a suit, with two white stripes on both sides of her arms and pants, looking like a sportswear from the eighties.
The girl has a melon seed face, slender eyes, a little collapsed nose bridge, and her appearance is relatively ordinary, with her eyes wide open, overlooking Ye Shaoyang, motionless.
At this moment, the little girl ghost slipped from the handrail of the stairs to the bottom, her belly stuck to the ground, and crawled towards Ye Shaoyang.
"Demons!"
Ye Shaoyang waved the soul hook rope and whipped it over, this move was originally used to test, waiting to see the direction of the other party's dodge, and then pondering how to counterattack next, the result was ......
The little girl didn't hide at all, the soul hook hit her, and the little girl laughed "quack", and seemed to be very happy?
Then, her body quickly liquefied into a puddle of liquid like milk, which flowed up the stairs and back to the girl's feet, circling her legs like a stream of water.
What the hell is this?
Ye Shaoyang began to feel a chill in his heart: since he entered this Lifen Garden, the ghosts he had seen were so unreasonable, even he was a little confused.
The girl on the stairs suddenly shook her head at him, then stretched out a hand, constantly gesturing in the air, Ye Shaoyang looked at it intently, and found that the female ghost's fingers were turning over and over and drawing only two postures: one horizontal and one vertical, crossed together, it was a cross.
"Cross, what's wrong, what do you want to tell me?"
The female ghost didn't speak, but kept drawing the cross with one hand, and after repeating it a few times, something suddenly flashed on her neck, and then dimmed, Ye Shaoyang noticed that there was a string of maroon pendants hanging around her neck, and the shape of it was vaguely familiar.
Just as she was waiting to take a closer look, the figure of the female ghost gradually faded, and the milky white liquid under her feet gradually circled to her upper body, drowning her entirely......
"Don't go, who the hell are you!"
Of course, Ye Shaoyang didn't want to miss this opportunity, and stepped up the stairs, at this moment, a gust of yin wind blew from his side, the momentum was very fierce, and it was also very sudden, Ye Shaoyang was already focused on the female ghost upstairs, and his reaction was slow, his eyes were dark, and the ever-bright candle was extinguished again!
Ye Shaoyang didn't care about anything, climbed up the second floor in the dark along the stairs, the ever-bright candle was too late to light it, turned on the flashlight and shone around: the female ghost, and the wave of white liquid, were already missing.
Ye Shaoyang hurriedly took out the yin-yang plate from his backpack, fiddled with it a few times, and looked at the pointer, and found that the pointer moved to wherever the yin-yang plate moved, which means that even the yin-yang plate did not notice any evil qi nearby.
Ye Shaoyang didn't give up, lit the ever-bright lamp again, walked towards the room opposite the stairs, and began to check the situation on the second floor.
Along the way, the ever-bright candle was not extinguished again, and Ye Shaoyang also walked through all the rooms on the second floor: on this small wooden building, there are three or four rooms, bedrooms and small halls, all the furniture is classical, Ye Shaoyang didn't take a closer look at it first, looked left and right, and didn't find a little ghost, standing in the middle of the corridor for a while, and then returned to the room inside.
Unable to find the ghost's location, he decided to settle down and deduce the identity of the owner by the furnishings of the room, the age of the furniture, etc., and then tried to find useful clues, only to be disappointed again when he found a nailed cap and painted marks in the corner of a mahogany coffee table.
Of course, there were no screws or paint in ancient times, which shows that the furniture here is all made in modern times.
Ye Shaoyang knocked on his head, secretly blaming himself for being confused: if the things here were all ancient cultural relics, how could the official let them stay in this place and not even send a caretaker.