With the newly purchased air ticket, Abao was in a heavy mood and didn't even have breakfast. He wandered around the airport in the morning, and then continued to have a lunch that had no appetite and waited until the afternoon when he boarded the plane.

When he got on the plane, he was still making a phone call, but unfortunately Sima Qingku and Gong Jiu's cell phones were inaccessible.

"I want to vote for another person!" Sitting on the plane, Abao swore hatefully.

Sixi climbed over the passengers beside him, "Sir, are you sure other sects will take you in?"

Abao said firmly: "I have money."

Four joys: “…”

The mailing address is in a town.

After getting off the plane, Abao had to transfer the car. He thought it was troublesome and simply took a taxi directly. Even so, it took nearly three hours to get to the destination.

He got out of the car, looked at the old house in front of him in surprise, and repeatedly confirmed to the driver that the mailing address was indeed here before he took off his luggage.

Sixi was also surprised, "Lord Yin Xuan lives here?" After seeing the person's style, he always felt that even if such a person did not live in a villa with beautiful mountains and rivers, he should live in a villa with clear windows and clean windows here...

A Bao said: "Is this the legendary Da Niu in the City?"

The car had already driven away, and they were the only ones left on the narrow streets, standing there alone.

Tonghua Shun was always excited since she left the door, and now she is still, "Sir, let's go in and have a look. Maybe there is another world inside."

Abao dragged his suitcase, walked slowly to the front of the whole house, and knocked on the door gently, "Is anyone here?"

There was no movement for a while.

Abao looked happy, "Did the ancestor go out for something? Then can we go back..."

The door opened with a whimper.

An old ghost stood inside, not tall, gray hair, and straight back, like a meticulous British housekeeper. "Is it Mr. Abao?" he asked expressionlessly.

Abao smiled dryly and said, "I dare not take it, but I dare not take it. Are you here at the ancestor?"

"The master has something to do, please come in, Young Master Abao." The old ghost turned around and walked in.

Abao stepped in and found that it turned out to be a bookstore.

There is also a house in the bookstore, which looks like a reception room.

The old ghost continued to walk in. There was a corridor further inside the reception room, with two doors on the left and right sides of the corridor. The old ghost opened a door on the left and said sideways: "This is the young master's bedroom."

"..." Abao glanced at it and his smile froze.

This is not a bedroom, a prison cell, right? The bed is actually the kind of steel wire bed in Wu Tiesheng's parking garage room. The bedding on it is obvious that it is a street stall product. Not only is it purple-red, but there are two yellow chrysanthemums with claws printed on it. Moreover, there are only two chairs in the whole room except for the bed. That's fine, the window is the most intolerable... If that can be called a window, the dog hole is more plump than it! Actually, it's not a window, right? Actually, this is a secret room, right?!

Abao was roaring inside.

The old ghost said: "The bathroom is next to your room."

Abao looked at him pitifully and said, "Can I stay in a hotel?"

The old ghost said: "The master is back tomorrow, you can ask him personally."

"Then tonight..."

The old ghost said: "I will help you give the tribute."

"..." Abao watched him take his luggage and put it on the edge of the bed.

The old ghost said: "I'll prepare dinner, please rest in the room."

Abao waited for him to walk away before sitting on the bed and whined with his chest and foot.

Tonghua said: "I really should have brought the bedside table. But the curtains are redundant, and even if they are not covered, others will not see them."

"..." Abao wailed even louder.

Sixi suddenly raised a very realistic question, "Why did Lord Yin Xuan live here?"

Sanyuan said: "The golden house hides a charm?"

Abao: "..."

☆, Chapter 2

No matter how unwilling he was, Abao stayed in the small wire bed that night.

The old ghost was quite polite to his companions, so he brought another chair over, and the three yuan, four joys and flowers were each handful, but the space in the room was smaller.

As soon as Abao lay down, he saw three grimaces looking at him with different expressions, "Can you look elsewhere? Otherwise I can't sleep." Although they would help take a shower, they never helped to sleep, so until now, he still maintained the good habit of sleeping alone, and it would be particularly uncomfortable if he had more eyes next to him.

The three ghosts cooperated very well and kept looking in the direction of the door.

Abao lay down for a while and said, "You'd better see me." The doorkeeper made him feel that someone was going to break in.

Sixi floated to him, "Sir, do you want me to coax you to bed?"

"No, I'm an adult."

The room was quiet for half an hour, and Abao's voice remembered again, "Okay, let me tell you a story."

"A long time ago, there was an abandoned thatched hut hidden in a mountain. During the day, hunters would occasionally rest here, but no one had ever spent the night here. Until one day, a scholar passed by here and saw it was too late, so he lived in the house. At night, he heard the closed door creaking, and opened his eyes and found that the door had opened at some point. The leaves were rustling, and a dark shadow stood by the door and walked towards the bed..."

"Stop!" Abao wrapped himself in a quilt and said tremblingly, "Can you tell a normal story?"

"Where is it not normal for ghosts to tell ghost stories?" Sixi asked in confusion.

"..." Abao collapsed on the bed weakly, "I'd better count the stars."

The flush came over, "I'll count with you."

Abao turned a deaf ear and counted himself: "One, two, three...three thousand six hundred and fifty..."

Tonghuashun poked Abao, "Sir, it should be three thousand six hundred and fifty-four."

Abao woke up in a daze, "What?"

"It should be counted to 3,654."

“…”

The sound of pounding the bed in depression came from the room.

Dong.

The sound of pounding the bed stopped.

Sixi asked Abao nervously, "Sir, are you injured somewhere?"

Abao said: "No, did you hear a thud just now?"

Sanyuan stood up and said, "It came from outside."

Tonghua replied: "Is it like the story of Sixi, a shadow is opening the door..."

Originally, Abao, who wanted to get out of bed and find out, immediately retracted his feet, covered his head with his head, and said in a muffled voice under the quilt: "The old ghost will go and see it."

Another thud, the sound was getting closer and closer.

Three Yuan walked out.

Abao immediately jumped up and followed him.

Sanyuan looked at him in surprise.

Abao said: "You have the highest combat power here, and it is safer to follow you."

Sanyuan: "..." He shouldn't have thought of those touching reasons.

As soon as they opened the door, they heard the voices coming from the reception room. A young male voice said, "Thank you."

Immediately followed by Yin Xuan's voice, "I haven't come out to pick up the customers yet."

...

Abao quickly returned to the room and wore three more sets of clothes before coming out.

There was a young man in his twenties sitting in the reception room, with a medium appearance and a mediocre body, but as soon as Abao approached him, he felt a gust of evil aura coming towards him.

Yin Xuan said: "His name is Abao, and he is the Heavenly Master responsible for helping you."

"Huh?" Abao looked at Yin Xuan in a daze and asked with his eyes: Master! Is there something wrong?

The young man looked at Abao suspiciously and asked tentatively: "My name is Mao Huaide. I have been transferred. Can you help me transfer it back?"

Abao said: "Don't you be looking for the police for this kind of thing?"

Mao Huaide said excitedly: "My soul has been transferred to someone!"

Abao said: "Then you were so careless."

Mao Huaide: "..."

Yin Xuan put his hand gently on Abao's shoulder and smiled at Mao Huaide and said, "Don't worry, he will do his best."

The moment Abao's shoulder was blocked, his whole body was in a suffocating state, his body was stiff, and the three souls and seven spirits were about to break out of his body at any time... Fortunately, Yin Xuan moved his hand away in time, otherwise he would definitely faint.

Mao Huaide looked at the young man in front of him with suspicion, "Are you okay?"

Abao held his forehead and said, "It's a little lack of oxygen."

Mao Huaide said: "Can you exchange my body for it?"

Abao said: "Do you know whose body is now?"

"I know, it's a man named Kong Song." Mao Huaide took out an ID card from his pocket and gave it to him.

Abao compared him with his ID card, "He looks quite similar."

Mao Huaide said dryly: "This is the ID card of this body."
To be continued...