Chapter 1037 Ghost in the Well

Qian San couldn't sleep.

Although practicing evil arts for many years had brought irreversible effects on his body, it also strengthened his perception ability. He often felt that he could vaguely glimpse something that was probably called "Heaven's Way".

The voice in the dark would tell him when it was safe and when it was dangerous.

If something was about to happen, he would be uneasy.

Tonight was very weird.

Ever since he vaguely heard the little ghost in the female ghost Lianxiang crying and shouting something, an ominous premonition has been hanging over him.

The little ghost often cried and had a twisted personality. No matter how he was admonished, he was always disobedient. Lianxiang, the bitch, wandered around his door every night. To be honest, he had heard the little thing crying and scolding countless times.

Why did the voice of the little ghost make him scared tonight?

I'm afraid something is going to happen.

With a strong sense of vigilance, Qian San was not sleepy at all. He was always listening to the noise outside. He had nothing else to do, so he picked up a handwritten scripture on the bookcase and started reading.

Although his eyes were fixed on the pages of the book, his attention was always on the outside. He was still wondering if Lianxiang had found other ways to get into his house?

If he was fully prepared, even a resentful conjoined ghost like Lianxiang would not be his opponent. Every time he went on a mission at night, he could control Lianxiang and throw her aside. She would disappear by dawn.

But if it was a sneak attack, or the other party really entered the house, it would be a big deal.

Thinking about it, Qian San cursed slightly.

It was all because of this damn rule. All the ghosts and spirits in Fengtou Town were immortal. If not, he would have beaten Lianxiang to death!

After thinking for a while, Qian San came back to his senses, glanced down, and realized how stupid it was for him to pick up the book casually.

The lights could not be turned on in the house, so he could not see the contents of the book at all. If he really wanted to read it, his eyes would be sore and swollen.

Throwing the book to the ground as if to vent, Qian San suppressed his anxiety, stood behind the window, and looked out secretly.

His courtyard was decorated very delicately. Even if the function of the formation was erased, it was a rare elegance in Fengtou Town.

At this moment, there was only the sound of the wind in the courtyard, and it was frighteningly quiet.

This shouldn't be the case.

Qian San hesitated for a while.

Before this time, Lianxiang should have disturbed his sleep outside.

In order to avenge him, the damn female ghost deliberately disturbed his rest and made him shrouded in a mood of worry and fear all the time. At first, he was not used to it, and he did lose a lot of weight. He even made a mistake in front of Master Wanban, and was caught by the young master and almost died.

He has been calculating others for most of his life, and this is the first time he was calculated by a female ghost. It's really embarrassing.

To be on the safe side, Qian San stood quietly behind the window for a long time, until everything was quiet, then he moved his stiff legs and sat back on his bed.

The premonition of vigilance lasted too long, and slowly became insensitive.

Qian San felt sleepy again. Tomorrow was a birthday banquet, ostensibly to celebrate the birthday of Master Feng, but in fact it was a very important day for Master Wanban to collect money and property once a year.

At that time, he would also have to go to congratulate as an "invited" guest, but in fact he was fulfilling his duty as a gatekeeper. If he made a mistake again on such an important occasion because of sleepiness, even the gods could not save him.

It was time to sleep.

Qian San slowly closed his shirt and lay down, his head dizzy.

He was not the type who was particularly energetic at night. On the contrary, because of the evil magic, his physique had always been weak, and he was more prone to sleepiness and fatigue than ordinary people. Over time, he had developed some illnesses, and it was hard to say how much of this was due to Lianxiang.

Although he was still shrouded in an ominous premonition, he weighed it for a moment and closed his eyes.

In a daze, the cold feeling followed him like a shadow.

He didn't sleep well, or even almost slept at all, frowning and turning over in annoyance.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear a splash of water in the yard.

His mind suddenly became clear, Qian San opened his eyes suddenly, his heartbeat accelerated like a drum, he didn't care about his old palpitation problem, sat up quickly, and pulled out a dagger engraved with runes from under the pillow.

The sound just now must have come from the well in his yard.

Is...

Did the thing inside take action?

"It" appeared, which means there was a stranger in the yard, stepping into his formation!

But why didn't the parrot speak?

Qian San stroked his messy hair, calmed down and thought about it.

He didn't think anyone could escape from the ghost in the well he raised.

And no one would have expected in advance that as long as they entered the formation, the things in the well would come out. Those who had seen "it" before were all dead, and no one was alive.

Besides, the well water only made one sound, and there was no other sound. It should be solved.

In this case, he should not be so anxious and lose his composure.

After calming down his heart, Qian San put the dagger back on the table, took off the coat hanging on it, put it on, dressed neatly, and tied his hair with a hairband.

After making himself look no different from the elegant young man in the daytime, he prepared to go out.

Not to mention, he was thin, not tall or short, and very balanced. Although he was over 30, he looked gentle and fair, like a white-faced scholar, and had a calm demeanor that scholars did not have.

No wonder so many women who didn't know his true face fell in love with him, and matchmakers also loved to match him up.

He really cared too much about his image, as if this outer shell outside of being a liar was the side he took great pains to maintain day and night.

Qian San picked up the dagger again and looked out the window again.

After he was sure that it was not Lianxiang, he pushed open the door. Even so, he was only a few steps away from the door, a distance that he could retreat at any time.

He stepped into the courtyard and looked around.

The expected blood splattering did not happen. The ground was clean, and even the well mouth did not splash much water.

Strange, where is the body of the uninvited guest?

Could it be that the ghost in the well missed the attack and escaped?

"Good evening, master."

At the porch, the parrot that noticed him coming out quacked and opened its mouth. The duck-like voice was not pleasant at all, but added a sense of weirdness to the atmosphere.

Qian San didn't want to listen to the parrot talking now. The parrot was quiet when someone came. What's the point of speaking at this time?

He stretched out his hand to pinch the parrot's neck and threw the bird into the well like a pot.

With a splash.

The parrot didn't even scream, the well water gurgled, and a few seconds later, a pale hand stretched out from the well mouth.

The hand had distinct joints and grasped the edge of the well mouth. At the same time, a black head slowly rose.

The ghost in the well was safe and sound. Qian San frowned: "Was there anyone just now?"

He was asking, but he felt something was wrong.

The thing in the well didn't speak.