The Princess Consort Has A Lethal Destiny

Xie Qiao's voice was faint, then he squatted down, took out a small shovel from the bamboo box, and dug a hole on the spot.

"You mean I deserve to die?" The male ghost suddenly got angry, and the leaves under Xie Qiao's feet began to rustle.

Xie Qiao was not frightened at all: "The way you look now is the state before your death. Your eyes are red and your beard is slightly yellow. You can tell at a glance that you are angry and impatient. Such a temperament will inevitably lead to misfortune. And you show your teeth and lift your lips, and there are black spots behind your ears. It is the appearance of a dead corpse. The appearance... is born from your heart, do you understand?"

The male ghost's eyes seemed to be redder.

The teeth and claws are flaring, as if to eat people.

When I approached Xie Qiao, I smelled the faint fragrance of incense on her body.

Suddenly he stopped and calmed down a lot.

"You are right, I blamed me on the impulse to provoke the master. If I hadn't been anxious to leak the master's actions, I wouldn't be chased by him. Now I die here, the master doesn't know whether it's dead or alive..." Male The ghost suddenly hid his face and burst into tears.

"Shut up, don't be noisy." Xie Qiao was a little impatient.

"Hiccup!" The male ghost instantly suffocated his voice, "My home is far away from here, as long as the master finds me a feng shui treasure to bury it, I don't ask for anything else..."

"Even if you requested it, I may not do it." Xie Qiao laughed.

"..." The male ghost was desperate and indignant.

"The feng shui here is very good, the trees are dense, there is still a Yumai Mountain on the Nanshan side, and there is water from the North Mountain that gathers here from the mountain, forming a blue lake, which can be regarded as beautiful water gathering around, but it is a pity that the jade veins have been dug out. There is too little grass and trees in the mountain, and the moisture in the forest cannot dissipate. After a long time, it will become a shady place. You are dead, and your heart is still so big..." Xie Qiao sighed.

There is no problem in just a few years, but after a long time, you may become a ghost.

Xie Qiao was helpless.

The sun was setting now, and she didn't want to squat on the ground digging holes to find bones.

But no, she has to accumulate virtue for herself.

I don't know if it was because she was reborn and didn't drink Mengpo soup, which caused her to have the function of **** after she was born.

In the past, every time I was approached by this ghost, I would get sick, so I have always tried to stay in Taoist temple.

Her master's name is Mo Lingzi, the fifty-eighth successor of Shuiyueguan. Because of her average talent, she is not well-known, but Shuiyueguan has been around for many years, and she has been stumbling to protect her for more than ten years.

Later, while studying with Mo Lingzi, she delved into the books in the view by herself.

Occasionally save some ghosts, coupled with getting older and older, the influence of ghosts on her is much less.

Moreover, if you want to cure her hell, you have to solve it from this root. Whether it is to catch ghosts or save ghosts, her benefits are indispensable.

It's not bad to be able to pick it up for a lifetime.

I want to live well.

"Your bones are hidden deep." Xie Qiao took a breath and sat on the ground, a little tired.

The male ghost smiled and smiled: "I watched them buried it. It was raining at the time. I was afraid that the water would wash me out. So the dug hole was eight or nine feet long. By the way... there should be two more in my clothes. A piece of silver, a small gift, is not a respect."

"Humph." Xie Qiao let out a faint nasal sound.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Xie Qiao continued to work.

The bones can't be shrunk into a ball, so the ground she has to dig is quite large.

The male ghost couldn't do anything, so he stared blankly at the side.

In the middle, Xie Qiao rested several times, his delicate appearance made him want to take a shovel and start by himself.

But he is a ghost and can't touch the real thing at all.

And when she smelled her body, she didn't dare to move.

In the bamboo box beside her, there were stacks of talisman papers, and she didn't know what it was for.

And that big cock.

He had killed a chicken before his death, but now he was staring at him with a flustered look.

There was still a yang energy on this big cock, he was very afraid that this thing would suddenly howl, and his soul would be scared away.