Urban Tales of Demons and Spirits

"Huh? Teaching building? Wow, Gu Xiaoyu, when did you become a nerd like a third child, terrible and terrible. ?? Bayi Chinese Network? W≤W ≠ W≈. ≥8≥1ＺW.COM" Week Lang murmured at the end of the phone. "I tell you, I'm going crazy after that new teacher Wen's class. What metaphysics does that guy tell us? The most terrible thing is that there are still so many girls around him. Alas, they all blame a good skin. If I have his face, I will also go to the podium to pull an idealistic psychology to ensure that we can fool us. The girls in the class were stunned! "

Wen Jiubai was standing next to me, apparently hearing the phone call, and his corner of his mouth kept rising.

"Okay, what are you guys with girlfriends talking about with me here?" I said helplessly to the phone, glanced at Wen Jiubai, "I just hang up when nothing happens, you guys have fun. "

"Ah, wait, wait!" Just as I was about to hang up, Zhou Lang called me again, "We called you just to tell you, we won't return to the dormitory tonight, Staying out all night. Didn't you bring your keychain? "

When I heard this, I froze, my smile stiffened on my face, and I felt that I had no key when I touched it.

"You didn't bring it!"

"It's okay," I said quickly, "you don't have to worry about me, I have my own way. Hurry up and play!"

"Really fake?" Zhou Lang asked suspiciously.

"Fake! I'm actually a little princess with tenderness and tenderness. I need your three big men to protect me 24 hours a day, otherwise I will be abducted by a strange uncle who doesn't know where to come." Rolled his eyes.

There was a laugh on the other side of the phone, "Okay, we know! Then it's all up to you, bye!"

"Bye."

After the call was hung up, I saw Wen Jiubai staring at me with a smile.

"What's wrong, have an opinion on me?" I said angrily.

"No, no." Wen Jiubai's eyes were bending into a crescent, "I just think you are so cute."

"Cuteness is used to describe a girl." I rolled my eyes.

"So to describe you little princess." Wen Jiubai laughed even harder, and this guy didn't converge until I reached out and stepped on him.

"Okay, okay, let's get back to business. You didn't bring the keys, and your roommate didn't go back. What are you going to do tonight?"

"Go to the hotel, or ask Uncle Guan. Anyway, it has nothing to do with you." I rolled my eyes.

"Really?" Wen Jiubai said, touching his chin. "However, I always feel that this situation seems very familiar, and it seems to have been born somewhere."

When I heard this, I immediately became tense, and prayed to Wen Jiubai not to say the words I thought.

"It seems that you haven't been able to enter the dormitory before. At that time, it seemed that you ran to the old house and slept in my bed." Wen Jiubai narrowed his eyes and smiled like a fox.

"No! That was a special situation!" I retorted.

"Really? What special law?"

"It was Bai that he had to go to the old house that time, it has nothing to do with me!" I arrogantly argued, "I was deceived, this is not to blame me, OK!"

"Did Bai tell you that there is a side room in the old house with an empty bed in it?" Wen Jiubai said with a smile.

I was dumbfounded and shook my head. "What? He didn't tell me."

"So, even if I accept you for one night with great kindness, there will be no place for you to sleep." Wen Jiubai laughed.

"But, but!" I still want to finally struggle for my self-esteem. "Is n’t I unable to solve the problem of sleeping, or is I forgetting to bring a key, and the host ca n’t let me in. Besides, even if it ’s If you don't let me in, I can-- "

"Then there is no way." Wen Jiubai shrugged, interrupted me, deliberately prolonged, "Oh, but I have to go back to the old house. After all, there are still many curses and evil spirits in the old house. I have to go back and investigate some of the books and materials. Otherwise, I can't think of a good way to resolve this commission. "

Damn, Wen Jiubai's move is too bad. It's as if I don't go to the old house, I just don't care about commissioning or assisting the investigation. I glanced at him fiercely and said, "Okay, I know! I'll go to the old house with you!"

Wen Jiubai immediately showed a childlike contented expression and squeezed my cheek. "Well, isn't that right?"

The weather in Yancheng today is a bit humid, and the traces of rain yesterday have not yet dried out. The air is filled with moisture and some roads are muddy. Especially near the back of the mountain, he walked deep and shallow.

"Do you know what you look like?" I said indignantly behind him.

"Huh?" The guy's voice was still smiling.

"It's like a big abnormal kidnapping kid." I said fiercely.

"Being strong in our country is not a crime," Wen Jiubai said with a smile.

I was so speechless and blocked by him that I didn't expect this person to be shameless.

"The partial room is here." Wen Jiubai took me to a somewhat remote room. It's no wonder that I hadn't noticed it before. It was because this room was much smaller than other rooms and very unremarkable. But when I walked in, I saw that there were a lot of mattresses on the table. However, unlike the main rooms that Wen Jiubai often goes to, there is nothing modern in this room except for the bedding. This room didn't even pull the electric light. Instead, it was a gray candlestick. Wen Jiubai walked over, took a match, and lighted the candlestick after rowing, and then it turned on in the room.

"This room is the oldest room in this old house. It's small and remote. I don't usually use it here, so there's no electricity. But you'll sleep here all night, and you'll get it."

I looked around this small room, a bed, an old, lacquered wooden table, and a tall bookcase that can only be seen in period costumes. It was filled with all kinds of books. Mainly bound books.

Looking at such a room, I couldn't help but be curious, "How old is this old house?"

Wen Jiubai smiled slightly and replied, "It is much older than you think."

Wen Jiubai's words made me even more curious, "Is this house yours from the beginning? Or ..."

Even if it is not surprising, after all, Wen Jiubai wouldn't be surprised if he told me he was 100 years old.