I read it correctly before, the candlelight is green, just like the candlelight in the ghost blowing light.

Now that I returned to normal color, was it really as Xiaoqin said, that thing was transferred from the house to outside the house?

Yang Ruoqing is not afraid of living people or dead people, but this kind of dead ghost...

It's really a little cold.

Why?

Because this is an illusory thing, without real shape, and she is material, and you can imagine the feeling of powerlessness...

That night, Xiaoqin was making a fuss for a long time, curled up in the corner of the bed like a frightened bird.

She was still wrapped in a quilt, and any movement outside the window could make her tremble.

Yang Ruoqing stayed with her in the room, while Damoze went to the yard and continued to scold her, waving towards the air...

When the roosters began to crow, they declared that the night was about to end and dawn was coming.

"He seems to have left..." Xiaoqin said suddenly.

Yang Ruoqing yawned and leaned against the bed and yawned. When she heard this, she didn't react: "Who has left?"

"Xue...the juren from the Xue family..." Xiaoqin whispered.

Yang Ruoqing beat her up and she lost all her sleepiness.

When it was almost dawn, the exhausted Xiaoqin finally fell asleep.

Sun and Dayun quickly came to the house. Seeing the blood in the eyes of Damo and Yang Ruoqing, and the pale faces that had not slept all night, Sun and Dayun immediately guessed something.

"What? Is this method useless?" Sun asked.

Yang Ruoqing sent Damo back to school to make up for her sleep, because she still had to fight tonight.

Then he turned around and said to Sun and Dayun: "I'm a little afraid, but it's not very useful."

Dayun said: "Damo is a strong man with a boy's body. Logically speaking, yang energy is enough."

"Is it possible that the Zhukang Knife is not murderous enough?" she asked again.

Sun said: "Maybe this is true..."

Yang Ruoqing's eyes flashed. Luo Fengtang's sword must have murderous aura, because he used the sword to fight.

However, he has always carried that sword with him and is not at home!

After a moment, a light of inspiration broke through his mind, and Yang Ruoqing suddenly thought of something.

She was so excited that she said to Sun and Dayun: "Mom, Aunt Dayun, don't tell me about this first. I thought of a good way, it will definitely work!"

"What's the best way?" Dayun asked impatiently.

Yang Ruoqing pretended to be mysterious and said, "Please allow me to keep it a secret first, I'll go and have a beauty sleep, and I'll talk about it when I wake up."

Dayun curled his lips, "This girl has learned badly, but she still has aroused the appetite of her elders."

Sun smiled helplessly, but in turn reminded Yang Ruoqing: "It's not good for you to go to bed after breakfast. Sleeping on hungry ground is not good for you."

Yang Ruoqing said 'yes'.

I went to wash up, then had breakfast, and took a walk in the yard for a while.

After a hundred steps, you will live to ninety-nine.

Then, she went back to the house and went to sleep.

When I woke up, it was dark and Dama had already come to wait.

"Qing'er, I borrowed a bone-clearing knife from your uncle and aunt before, and a willow-leaf knife specially designed for castrating pigs."

Dama came over and said like a treasure.

"Didn't that short-lived ghost juren want to be the groom? I will use this willow knife to greet him and let him be a ghost eunuch!" Damo said viciously.

Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes wide and looked at Damo. On the face of the honest and honest brother Damo, Yang Ruoqing saw a few big words:

The hatred of taking over your wife is irreconcilable!

Damo suddenly stopped talking because his eyes fell on the sword that Yang Ruoqing was holding in his right hand.

"Qing'er, is this... the Mo Xie sword we took out from under the ground last time?"

Dama opened his eyes wide and asked at the sword in Yang Ruoqing's hand.

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows and raised her hand to stroke the deep and vicissitudes of the sword sheath.

"Yes, I thought that since this sword is the ancient divine sword they mentioned, it must be spiritual. Let's try it with it." She said.

Yang Ruoqing was not surprised that Damo knew about Mo Xiejian.

Because when Damo went to the underground palace of the Southern Empress to find the sword where the queen was buried, he also participated.

Dama said excitedly: "Oh, this sword must have spiritual energy. No one can pull it out, even Tang Yazi's strength cannot pull out."

"Qing'er, you can just use the sword and you will be unsheathed. This sword recognizes the master. If you can recognize the master's sword, it must be spiritual!"

As he said, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand and wanted to touch the sword. Unexpectedly, the fingertips just touched the sword.

It was originally held in Yang Ruoqing's hand, and it seemed as gentle as jade, with a very good feel, and suddenly trembled.

A wisp of cold air overflowed, and Dama felt a chill of his fingers, and a breath of soul-sucking coolness rushed straight from his fingertips.

Damiao took several steps back and looked at the sword in Yang Ruoqing's hand with horror.

After a moment, he was happy and couldn't help but grin and laughed excitedly.

"Qing'er, there are both shows and shows. This sword has a very bad temper. Hahaha, there is a show tonight!" said Damo.

Yang Ruoqing also stroked the Mo Xie Jian in her hand, unable to laugh or cry.

She was also full of confidence in tonight.

Night is coming.

There is no electricity or Internet in the mountain village. I have eaten overnight meals. In order to save candles and tung oil, the villagers have been buried in bed very early.

The night is very quiet, and occasionally the wind blows through the yard, causing the branches to make rustling sounds.

With what happened last night, Xiaoqin dared not sleep tonight.

As soon as Yang Ruoqing entered the door, she quickly pulled Yang Ruoqing and sat on the bed.

Yang Ruoqing hung the Moye Sword on the tent.

In the first half of the night, I chatted with Xiaoqin all the time, and later both of them gradually became sleepy.

I don’t know when the two fell asleep back to back until a strange sound came from their ears.

‘Dong thong…’

Yang Ruoqing suddenly woke up, and when she looked up, she saw the Mo Xie sword hanging on the tent that was moving by herself.

The sound came from the sword.

If this sword was hung on the wall, Yang Ruoqing would really doubt whether it was an earthquake.

"Qing'er, what's going on?"

Xiaoqin woke up immediately, hid behind Yang Ruoqing and asked nervously.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the beating sword without blinking, but said to Xiaoqin: "It must be here, this sword has reacted."

As soon as he finished speaking, the doors and windows were closed tightly, but an invisible cold wind blew by.

The candle that was originally burning smoothly on the table suddenly jumped hard, and almost went out at a certain moment.

Xiaoqin screamed in fear, and her whole body shrank into a ball.

Yang Ruoqing quickly held Xiaoqin's hand, "Don't be afraid!"

The candlelight on the table lit up again, and this time, it was a strange green again.

"Here's here, come again," Xiaoqin said tremblingly.

"Brother Damo..."

She shouted, and Damo immediately rushed in from the door.

Before Xiaoqin and Yang Ruoqing could speak, Damo understood when he saw the colored candlelight on the table.

"You are not afraid of anything, I'm going to fight you!"
Chapter completed!