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Fu Xian sighed: “It was left by my grandfather. The whole yard is still the same as before his death, and has not changed. After he left, I was not willing to change it, so… I was haunted by ghosts, could it be Is it because of the tree?” Fu Xian looked at the pagoda tree with nostalgia and reluctance in his eyes.

Ji Jing was thoughtful. It seemed that the locust tree carried important memories of Fu Xian and Grandpa.

“Not necessarily,” Ji Jing comforted, “Although it is easy to attract ghosts to inhabit, you have lived here for many years, right? Since you have never been haunted by ghosts before, maybe it has nothing to do with the locust tree.”

“En!” Fu Xian was a little excited, “I lived here before I was ten years old, and nothing happened.”

In fact, he had considered whether it was because of the tree before. After all, the pagoda tree in the front yard is really attractive.

But it was the pagoda tree left by grandpa. Fu Xian always deliberately avoided this conjecture, only hoping to keep this tree.

“Can you explain in detail what happened to you being entangled?” Ji Jing followed Fu Xian into the door, and took a sip of the tea he made.

“It suddenly appeared last month,” Fu Xian recalled, resting his head on his head. “I have a little ability to see ghosts, so I am very cautious wherever I go. I am sure that I have never been where I shouldn’t be. But it just popped up.”

“How should I put it, it’s more like a cloud of fog. Sometimes it’s in the school, sometimes it’s on the side of the road. It generally has a low sense of existence, but if I pay close attention, I will find that it must be in a certain corner. I I can feel…it’s looking at me.” Fu Xian felt goose bumps all over his body just remembering.

Ji Jing frowned, the words were a little creepy.

“Have you tried communicating with it?” Ji Jing continued to ask.

“I tried it, it didn’t respond at all.” Fu Xian said.

“Where does it usually appear? When does it appear?” Ji Jing asked in detail and recorded it.

“As long as I go out, it will suddenly appear and follow me. This is more terrifying than being followed.” Fu Xian pushed back the hair on his forehead, and his eyes looked haggard. “The only way to be peaceful is to go home every day.” , I am really afraid of death.”

“You’re so scared, why did you dare to go to the ghost market last time?” Ji Jing suddenly asked while biting her pen.

“It’s different!” Fu Xian spread his hands, “The ghosts in the ghost city can communicate. Although they look a little weird, they can communicate more like people. This thing can’t communicate at all. I don’t know why it follows me. I don’t even know what it will do in the future. Don’t everyone say that the unknown is the scariest thing!”

Ji Jing laughed all of a sudden, Fu Xian was not afraid of demons and ghosts, but was afraid that he would not be able to communicate, “Where’s the magic weapon you bought at the ghost market before? Is it useful?”

“If it’s useful, I won’t ask for help again.” Fu Xian smiled wryly.

Ji Jing was silent for a while, feeling that this matter was really strange.

The existence of fog usually indicates that the opponent’s ability is very low and cannot be condensed into a solid body; but the things Fu Xian bought from the ghost market should be more than enough to deal with this simple existence.

She stood up, “Come on, let’s go out, let me meet that unknown existence following you.” Some things are still believing.

“Okay.” Fu Xian followed Ji Jing out.

“I’m going out now?” Fu Xian stood at the gate of the courtyard and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to draw some courage from the air.

“Yes.” Ji Jing nodded, “Don’t worry, I’m here.”

Although Ji Jing looked very young, for some reason, she felt very at ease when she was by her side. Fu Xian walked towards the door step by step. There was nothing unusual at first, until Fu Xian walked out about ten meters.

All of a sudden, it seemed that she just blinked, and Ji Jing saw a white shadow appearing out of thin air at the corner of the wall.

“It! It’s coming!” Fu Xian pointed at the fog and shouted.

“What’s the noise!” Suddenly, the neighbor next door opened the window angrily, looked around, but didn’t see anyone, “Who’s here? Xiaofu, it’s only eight o’clock in the morning on weekends!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll keep my voice down.” Fu Xian hurriedly apologized, and then rushed back home sullenly.

“Prince Zizhu! Ji Jing! Did you see it? It’s really there.” Fu Xian rushed to Ji Jing’s back, panting, and shouted in a low voice.

Ji Jing saw it, but smiled easily. Fortunately, it turned out to be it..