A Genius and a God Fell In Love

The man in the shirt glared at her and said angrily: "A coward like you can survive until now. I don't know how many people you have tricked to death along the way."

The beret girl frowned, but finally endured it and said nothing.

"Hey, there's no one."

The hedgehog-headed boy looked around, "Who opened that door?"

It was a casual sentence, but it seemed to ignite a certain point, and the atmosphere suddenly became weird.

Everyone looked at each other, with horror written on almost everyone's face.

"Hey man, didn't you see anyone when you came in?"

The man in the shirt was tapped on the shoulder. Just as he was about to get angry, he smelled the scent of roses on the tip of his nose.

He turned his head and saw a beautiful and enchanting woman.

The man in the shirt's shirt lost half of his anger, and his restless eyes scanned the other person's body inch by inch.

There was a hint of ridicule in the woman's eyes, and you didn't need to guess what kind of dirty picture he had in his mind.

She was used to this look, and although it was disgusting, she could make good use of it when necessary.

The woman flipped her long curly hair and deliberately lowered her voice, making her voice bewitching and seductive, "Didn't you notice anything?"

The man in the shirt swallowed unconsciously.

"No." He shook his head, his expression showing nervousness, "I didn't see anyone when I came in."

The woman frowned slightly, and a strand of hair fell from her shoulders. Although the candlelight was dim, it could not hide her beauty. Even the frown seemed to be a shy and timid temptation.

The man in the shirt unconsciously stretched out his hand, and a faint wind-like smile brushed his ears.

He shuddered suddenly and came back to his senses, "Did you... just laugh?"

The woman raised her eyebrows: "Not really."

The man in the shirt was confused. Did he hear it wrong?

"As expected of a small town from a thousand years ago, the only furnishings are antique vases and yellowed calligraphy and paintings."

The beret girl bent slightly and looked at a plum tree carved from white jade with wide eyes.

The center of the flower is dotted with red cinnabar, which makes it look unique.

She couldn't help but stretched out her hand to touch, "Be careful."

Her wrist was grabbed, and the girl raised her eyes to see a man with gentle eyebrows.

The man said: "You can only look at the things here, but you can't touch them."

"Why?" the girl asked subconsciously.

There was a flash of doubt in the man's eyes, and then he smiled and said: "Have you ever encountered any unexpected situations before? There are some things that cannot be touched, as they will trigger dangerous mechanisms."

The girl immediately retracted her hand, bowed her head and thanked you, "Thank you, I will pay attention to it in the future."

After she finished, she added, "Actually, I don't touch it casually, but the plum blossoms are very attractive, especially the cinnabar."

"Although thousands of years have passed, the cinnabar has not faded at all."

The man looked sideways, smiled and said, "Isn't it more appropriate to use something as bright as blood?"

"Yes, yes, it's red like blood."

Suddenly, her expression changed slightly, and the sound of raindrops hitting the ground kept ringing in her ears.

In a strange, deserted room, a plum blossom jade sculpture as red as blood...

The girl's voice trembled, "This, isn't this stained with real blood?"

The man looked at Mei Hua with slightly deep eyes, and after a while, he said: "I guess only the owner of the house knows."

The strong wind blew, and the wooden door was blown with a loud "clang".

The players were startled and subconsciously looked in the direction of the door. It was raining and foggy outside.

The cold wind was like sharp thorns drilling into the skin.

The players tightened their coats, but felt no warmth at all.

"Let's go up and have a look." The hedgehog-headed boy said standing at the top of the stairs.

A group of people walked up the wooden stairs. The wooden boards made a loud sound. Fortunately, there were many people and they could encourage each other.

As soon as they reached the corner, there was a coughing sound from upstairs.

"Who is it? Why are you here visiting me in the middle of the night?" It was a young woman's voice.

Everyone stopped suddenly.

Then I heard the woman raise her voice and shout: "Mother-in-law, are you in the house? Did you open the door? How many times have I told you not to open the door for others in the middle of the night? Why don't you listen?"

The players looked at each other, and the spiky-headed boy whispered: "Don't be afraid, everyone sounds like a normal person."

The beret girl pursed her lips and finally did not speak.

What she actually wants to say is that some ghosts are indeed no different from ordinary people before they reveal their true form...

"Let's go up and have a look."

They continued up the stairs, taking their time.

There were also three lantern holders standing in the corridor on the second floor. Fortunately, everyone was used to the presence of the lantern holders, so they were not frightened.

Both rooms had their doors and windows closed.

The players quietly put their ears to the door and listened for a while, then shook their heads at everyone.

"Knock on the door."

Someone suggested.

Everyone looked at each other, but no one took the initiative.

The man in the shirt sneered, "Don't let me go first this time."

The spiky-headed boy suggested, "Why don't we learn from the TV series and pierce the window paper with our fingers, and then watch it secretly?"

"I'll go first." The young man's fingers were stained with saliva and he carefully pierced the window paper.

He bent down and slowly raised his eyes...

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"Nangong, it looks like the rain won't stop for a while."

At this time, Nangong Nan and the other three were sitting in a teahouse.

The design of this tea house is very special. You can enter the first floor from the inside and the second floor through the wooden stairs from the outside.

The windows on the second floor are large and circular, with a wide view. You can clearly see the outside scenery while sitting on the table and chairs.

He Yu said: "No rush, let's discuss how to induce ghosting first."

He Yu was the male player who left with Nangong Nan and the others.

This man has a pair of romantic eyes and wears a pair of black fingerless gloves on his hands.

Nangong Nan said, "Well, there's no rush."

She looked at the rain outside and looked at the town carefully.

After listening to the judge's introduction to this town, the players all agreed that the people in the town could no longer be called human beings.

But looking at the external appearance of the town, it doesn't look like it has survived for thousands of years.

The judge said that people in the small town repeated the same life every day.

Can it be said that time in the town is forbidden, so even after a thousand years, the place is still clean and tidy.

“Nangong, what are you thinking about?”

Nangong Nan came to her senses and found that the two people on the other side were looking at her.

"I was wondering what a ghost is? Is it a dead person or a spirit," she said.

He Yu folded his hands and supported his chin and said: "Although everyone agrees that it is the soul of the dead, the possibility of it being a spirit is not small."

He looked at the two girls and continued, "I once saw an illustration in a book. The person in the illustration is Zhong Yin, one shadow is himself, and the other shadow is the mouse."

Qian Xia's cold brows furrowed and asked: "Then what category do you think the ghosts in the town belong to?"

He Yu smiled: "I think ghosts are more likely than ghosts."

"Why?"