Chapter 579 National Teacher: Catching Ghosts
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Yi Wu Er Bai
In the end, a few days after Mr. Qian went to Beijing to rush for the exam, he died of overwork and illness, leaving only his poor son.
And Mr. Qian did get the honor in the examination, and he was also spotted by the lady of the prime minister's family.
For the sake of fame and fortune and his own future, Mr. Qian pretended to be a bachelor. Not only did he embrace a beautiful woman, but he also had a bright career.
After Mr. Qian's wife died, his son grew up eating hundreds of meals.
The grown-up son never waited for his father to come back, but he heard that there was a high official in the capital with the same name and surname as his father.
So I went to Beijing to find my father.
Dad was found, but Mr. Qian was not happy at all.
After all, the existence of his son will expose his lies.
Lord Qian, who was reluctant to part with fame, fortune and money, gritted his teeth and killed his own son.
The son who died unjustly became a fierce ghost, haunting Mr. Qian all the time.
Well, Mr. Qian's wife died suddenly, and his son killed him.
Eh, no, Su Bei didn't understand.
Mr. Qian, who is more beautiful than Chen Shimei, should be killed if he dies, he deserves what he deserves.
But his wife is very innocent, she doesn't know anything, and she has to be killed, tsk.
Thinking of this, Su Bei had already stepped into Mr. Qian's house, and a cold wind came over his face.
Su Bei regretted not wearing more clothes.
Master Qian shrank back, not daring to speak, and trembling a little.
Su Bei wasn't afraid at first, but he was a little nervous when he was shaken by Mr. Qian.
Suddenly, with a "click", the branches of the old pagoda tree in the yard fell down, and Mr. Qian let out a loud roar.
Su Bei's pupils shrank slightly, and the curse words were already on his lips. He gritted his teeth and said, "Master Qian, people are scary, scaring to death, don't you know?"
Lord Qian said tremblingly again and again: "Yes, what the national teacher taught is true."
Before he had gone a few steps, there was a shrill meow that almost scared you, Mr. Qian, to howl.
Fortunately, Su Bei's subordinates were considerate enough to cover Mr. Qian's mouth so that he didn't scream.
Su Bei continued to walk in, because Mrs. Qian's coffin was still in the mourning hall, and there were still white lanterns and white cloth hanging on the mansion, so it looked even more gloomy.
Su Bei thought for a while, and he remembered that the original owner was the ghost he found in the mourning hall.
So he went to the mourning hall.
Mr. Qian walked behind Su Bei, shaking like a sieve, and explained: "I haven't come home for a few days, and my wife's coffin hasn't been buried yet. I don't know if the national teacher saw anything?"
Su Bei said faintly: "I saw a ghost."
Master Qian trembled, and said in a trembling voice, "Where... is it?"
Su Bei glanced at Mr. Qian, "In your heart."
Soon after arriving at the mourning hall, it was like falling into an ice cave, and there seemed to be a kind of coldness penetrating into the bones.
Suddenly, the burning candles in the mourning hall were blown out by a gust of wind, and the mourning hall fell into darkness.
Su Bei also heard the sound of water falling on the ground, which came from behind.
He was also afraid, and didn't dare to look back at all.
Su Bei thought desperately, how did the original owner handle this ghost?
This symbol, that symbol, what and what.
He brought the talismans, but he couldn't tell which one was which.
Then there was a piercing sound of fingernails scratching the blackboard, which made people's teeth sore.
Wait, there's no blackboard here, but there are... coffin boards!
Su Bei looked in the direction of the coffin reflexively. A ghost with a green face and fangs was lying on the coffin, and his long nails were repeatedly scratching across the coffin board.
And Mr. Qian did get the honor in the examination, and he was also spotted by the lady of the prime minister's family.
For the sake of fame and fortune and his own future, Mr. Qian pretended to be a bachelor. Not only did he embrace a beautiful woman, but he also had a bright career.
After Mr. Qian's wife died, his son grew up eating hundreds of meals.
The grown-up son never waited for his father to come back, but he heard that there was a high official in the capital with the same name and surname as his father.
So I went to Beijing to find my father.
Dad was found, but Mr. Qian was not happy at all.
After all, the existence of his son will expose his lies.
Lord Qian, who was reluctant to part with fame, fortune and money, gritted his teeth and killed his own son.
The son who died unjustly became a fierce ghost, haunting Mr. Qian all the time.
Well, Mr. Qian's wife died suddenly, and his son killed him.
Eh, no, Su Bei didn't understand.
Mr. Qian, who is more beautiful than Chen Shimei, should be killed if he dies, he deserves what he deserves.
But his wife is very innocent, she doesn't know anything, and she has to be killed, tsk.
Thinking of this, Su Bei had already stepped into Mr. Qian's house, and a cold wind came over his face.
Su Bei regretted not wearing more clothes.
Master Qian shrank back, not daring to speak, and trembling a little.
Su Bei wasn't afraid at first, but he was a little nervous when he was shaken by Mr. Qian.
Suddenly, with a "click", the branches of the old pagoda tree in the yard fell down, and Mr. Qian let out a loud roar.
Su Bei's pupils shrank slightly, and the curse words were already on his lips. He gritted his teeth and said, "Master Qian, people are scary, scaring to death, don't you know?"
Lord Qian said tremblingly again and again: "Yes, what the national teacher taught is true."
Before he had gone a few steps, there was a shrill meow that almost scared you, Mr. Qian, to howl.
Fortunately, Su Bei's subordinates were considerate enough to cover Mr. Qian's mouth so that he didn't scream.
Su Bei continued to walk in, because Mrs. Qian's coffin was still in the mourning hall, and there were still white lanterns and white cloth hanging on the mansion, so it looked even more gloomy.
Su Bei thought for a while, and he remembered that the original owner was the ghost he found in the mourning hall.
So he went to the mourning hall.
Mr. Qian walked behind Su Bei, shaking like a sieve, and explained: "I haven't come home for a few days, and my wife's coffin hasn't been buried yet. I don't know if the national teacher saw anything?"
Su Bei said faintly: "I saw a ghost."
Master Qian trembled, and said in a trembling voice, "Where... is it?"
Su Bei glanced at Mr. Qian, "In your heart."
Soon after arriving at the mourning hall, it was like falling into an ice cave, and there seemed to be a kind of coldness penetrating into the bones.
Suddenly, the burning candles in the mourning hall were blown out by a gust of wind, and the mourning hall fell into darkness.
Su Bei also heard the sound of water falling on the ground, which came from behind.
He was also afraid, and didn't dare to look back at all.
Su Bei thought desperately, how did the original owner handle this ghost?
This symbol, that symbol, what and what.
He brought the talismans, but he couldn't tell which one was which.
Then there was a piercing sound of fingernails scratching the blackboard, which made people's teeth sore.
Wait, there's no blackboard here, but there are... coffin boards!
Su Bei looked in the direction of the coffin reflexively. A ghost with a green face and fangs was lying on the coffin, and his long nails were repeatedly scratching across the coffin board.
