C7 To Live Together in a Funeral Home!

There were two thick, black and red liquid flowing from the two mouths of the evil spirits, and their fangs were sharp, like the teeth of wild beasts. Their eyes were round and bulging with blood, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

"Ah!

Jia Zheng screamed and fell to the ground.

The evil ghost grinned as it reached out a grey-green hand to grab Jia Zheng's neck.

"Verdant Wood Art of Ending Spring!"

Jia Zheng Jing suddenly shouted from behind.

A light green vine filled with thorns suddenly passed Jia Zheng's right shoulder and quickly wrapped around the evil ghost's arm!

"Aooo!"

The evil ghost let out an extremely strange scream and quickly retracted its hand.

It cast a fearful glare at Jia Zheng's back, then suddenly jumped back into the bathroom. It shrunk back into the mirror in the blink of an eye like a piece of greyish rotten meat.

Jia Zheng panted heavily. His face and neck were covered in cold sweat. His back was soaked through. His back was wet and stuck to his back. He was exhausted and on the verge of collapse.

He panted heavily as he stared fearfully at the mirror in the washroom, afraid that the evil ghost would appear again!

"Don't be afraid, I've already knocked it away!"

Li Mulan's voice suddenly came from behind.

Jia Zheng looked back in shock and saw a light green vine winding toward the middle finger of Li Mulan's right hand, retracting like a little green snake retracting into its hole!

"This... "What is this?" Jia Zheng asked hesitantly, his mouth agape.

"This is my spell 'Withering Wood Parting Art'!" Li Mulan lightly introduced.

"That powerful?" Jia Zheng's eyes were wide open as he watched the last inch of vine slowly pull back into Li Mulan's fingertips. He timidly asked, "You …" You are a mage? "

"Puchi!" Li Mulan covered her mouth and laughed, saying, "I'm not a mage, so it's not convenient for me to reveal my identity to you. It's best for you to follow me out of here first, this place has already been targeted by that evil ghost.

"Okay, thank you Miss Li for saving my life!"

"You're welcome. You can just call me Li Mulan."

Jia put some clothes and luggage into his backpack and suitcase and went out of the house with Li.

The two walked side by side on the street. Jia Zheng asked in puzzlement, "Li Mulan, how did you know I met a ghost?" Oh, I'm just curious. Didn't you go back to the funeral home? How could he be here? You came specifically to save me? "

Li Mulan lightly said, "Actually, I came to this district to handle some matters. I accidentally saw your family's ghastly aura, so I rushed here to take a look. In the end, I accidentally saved you."

Jia Zheng raised an eyebrow. "What the hell are you doing? Why did you come to my district to do some work in the middle of the night?

Li Mulan curled her lips. "I've already told you. It's not convenient for me to reveal my identity to you for the time being."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked," Jia Zheng murmured with a bitter smile. "I can't go home now, it seems I have to make do with living in the car!"

"Won't you go to the hotel?"

"Hai, I'm short on money!"

"It's so crowded, and it's easy to get sick if you live in a car. "Why don't you come back with me to the funeral home. I'll help you find a place to stay."

"That's great, thank you!" Jia Zheng thanked her, but he felt embarrassed thinking of how a man like himself could actually need the help of a woman to find a place to stay. But looking at Li Mulan's curvy figure, he had a small expectation of living with her in the funeral home.

Maybe something could happen...

Jia Zheng's imagination was very mischievous.

When they arrived at the entrance of the residential complex, Jia Zheng Jing said to Li Mulan, "Wait for me here for a moment. I'll go speak with the security guard, Uncle Qin, and he'll be back soon."

After Jia Zheng had finished speaking, he walked a few steps to the reception room and knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

An old voice came from the house.

Jia Zhengjing pushed the door open and entered. He saw a man with white hair at his temples and several spots of age on his forehead. He was drinking tea from a thermos cup.

"Hello, Uncle Qin!" Jia Zheng smiled and greeted him.

"Little Jia, what can I do for you?" Master Qin put down his thermos and looked at Jia Zheng Jing with a smile.

Jia Zheng handed him a cigarette, lit it for him, and placed the entire pack of cigarettes on his table. He smiled and said, "Uncle Qin, I have something I need to trouble you with. I need to go out and stay for a while.

"Cough, cough …" It was clear that Master Qin was shocked, he choked on his cigarette, frowned, and asked, "A funeral home?" Did you run into some trouble? People will always encounter difficulties in their lives. Young people shouldn't think too hard about it, there's still a long road ahead of them. "

Jia Zheng was exasperated. He thought that Master Qin must have misunderstood him. He must have mistaken him for having something on his mind and wanted to commit suicide.

Jia Zheng forced a smile and explained, "Master Qin, it's not what you think. I just want to go to the funeral home for a while."

"Oh, oh," Old Man Qin smiled benevolently. "So that's the case. But why did you go to the funeral parlor when you couldn't live at home?"

Jia Zheng wanted to say something but hesitated. He couldn't tell Master Qin that he went to the funeral home to avoid the ghost. Who would believe him now?

Even if Master Qin really believed it, once word of this got out, then his house would become a haunted house. First, it would have a bad reputation, and second, if he wanted to sell it in the future, he wouldn't be able to sell it for much. Who would dare to buy a haunted house?

Jia Zheng thought for a moment, then lied, "Uncle Qin, I'm not lying. I just had a girlfriend. She lives in the funeral parlor, so I'm moving in with her." As he spoke, he secretly pointed at Li Mulan who was standing outside the door.

Master Qin looked towards the door and chuckled. "You're a good boy. This girl is so pretty. Your luck with women is quite good." Saying this, he sighed with emotion, "Youngsters these days are the bold vanguard, making people envious!"

Jia Zheng's face instantly turned red and he was about to say, "It's not what you think." "Creak!" The door opened.

He turned around and saw Li Mulan walk in. "Jia Zheng Jing, has everything been settled?" she asked. Let's hurry up and go. "

"He's waiting for you, so hurry up and go. I'll help you keep an eye on him. Don't worry, as long as your father comes back, I won't let him go home. I'll have him meet you at the funeral parlor."

Jia Zheng nodded at Master Qin and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you. I will come visit you often in the future."

"Alright, alright, let's go!" Master Qin smiled and waved his hands.

Amidst Master Qin's meaningful laughter, Jia Zheng Jing and Li Mulan walked out of the reception room.

Before they had even walked far, Jia Zheng Jing heard the faint voice of Master Qin from within the house. "Aiyo, young people nowadays, it's really a good time. When we were dating in the past, we weren't this open!"

Jia Zheng's face turned even redder. It was even boiling hot, as if eggs could be steamed.

Li Mulan glanced at him and asked, "What's wrong?" With such a red face, could it be that you have a fever? "

Jia Zheng laughed awkwardly. "I'm fine. Maybe I was scared by the evil ghost just now so my blood flowed a little faster. That's why my face is red."

The two of them chatted as they walked and got into Jia Zheng's taxi.

Jia Zheng took the car and drove Li Mulan to the funeral home.

Under Li Mulan's guidance, Jia Zheng Jing arrived at a dormitory building on the north side of the crematorium.

Jia Zheng followed after her light footsteps and climbed up the stairs.

The staircase was an old-fashioned wooden staircase. It was painted purple and covered in dust. However, due to the passage of time, the paint had fallen off severely. It was extremely dilapidated, revealing patches of broken wood texture.

The walls of the corridor and the corridor were covered with white plaster, covered with gray and spiderwebs. The corridor was very dark, and the stairs were covered with a thick layer of dust. There were no footprints on the stairs, as if no one had been up there for a long time.

Jia Zheng followed Li Mulan to the sixth floor. Li Mulan pointed at the five rooms in the hallway and said, "The five rooms on the sixth floor are always empty. Choose any one of them!"

Jia Zheng chose Room 601 at the end and said to Li Mulan, "Thank you."

Li Mulan smiled, and with a serious expression, instructed, "Don't worry about it. You must remember that when you come back from work at night, no matter which room makes any noise, you don't need to worry about it, nor do you need to look inside." No matter what sounds you hear behind you, don't look back or speak. If you need anything, you can look me up in Room 404 on the fourth floor of the office building, which is my office and dormitory. But I'm not here every day. "

Jia Zheng smiled. "Alright, I'll remember it."

Later that night, at 2: 30 in the morning, after finishing his work, Jia Zheng returned to the funeral home. Feeling gloomy and a little scared, he ran into the dormitory. When he reached the stairs on the sixth floor, he suddenly saw a white shadow flash past him!