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"Don't worry, the female ghost may not be able to defeat him." Song Mi checked carefully and found nothing unusual in this room, so he took Si Qicheng to check other rooms.

At this time, Lindenko was in a fog.

Just now on the boat, when the female ghost was hit by Si Qicheng and retreated, Lin Dengke immediately caught up with her.

The female ghost dodged him all the way, and he followed her into the foggy forest. He could only hear her sad and strange singing, but could not see her figure.

"Young master, you are so young, why do you become someone else's slave? What a pity..." The female ghost suddenly appeared behind Lin Dengke, and her long scarlet nails scratched Lin Dengke's long hair.

Lindenko looked back and saw the female ghost disappear into the mist again.

"I have no intention of hurting you, young lady. Please don't be so mysterious."

Linden's task was to lure the female ghost away to prevent her from hurting Mr. Si.

The ghost girl's laughter was sharp and piercing, floating in the forest. "You all said you had no intention of hurting me, but you are all so treacherous and heartless, hurting me deeply..."

"Especially you scholars, you're so fickle and cunning, you can say sweet words and you can also say cruel and heartless things..."

"Now that you're here, don't even think about leaving..."

Suddenly, there was a strong wind in the forest, and a fierce wind blew directly towards Lin Dengke.

Lin Dengke turned around and saw the female ghost using her hands as sharp blades and stabbing at him with a ferocious face.

The tip of Lindenko's ink pen was as sharp as a sword. It rotated in a circle at his fingertips and blocked in front of him. He dodged flexibly, and the female ghost's claws clashed with it, making a harsh sound.

Seeing that she could not attack head-on, the female ghost quickly retreated, but Lindenko approached her step by step with a pen in hand, and the female ghost was forced to stop on the tree.

Lindenke's pen tip was only an inch away from piercing her head, and in a flash, he used Song Mi's talisman to immobilize her.

The female ghost, unable to move, cursed loudly, "You, a ghost, actually used a talisman to restrict me! You downtrodden scholars are truly the most two-faced and disregard morality!"

Lin Dengke put down his pen, grabbed her long sleeve, and took her to find Song Mi. "First of all, there is no moral obligation between you and me. Secondly, I am not the one who betrayed you. Don't generalize. Finally, I didn't mean to hurt you."

After all, they were the ones who broke into her place, and as a fellow ghost, he had no intention of making things difficult for her.

He took the female ghost to the yard where Song Mi was.

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When Song Mi and the other person in the courtyard pushed open the backyard door, they suddenly disappeared at the door.

Si Qicheng turned around and found that Song Mi was gone.

The quaint little courtyard has undergone tremendous changes.

Looking around, the entire courtyard was much more luxurious and spacious than before. It was a typical Suzhou garden style, with red silk flowers everywhere in the courtyard.

The men and women in the courtyard were all dressed like ancient servants, with exquisite and uniform clothes, some serving tea and fruit, some holding flowers.

But upon closer inspection, they were walking hurriedly around the yard, their faces all looking identically gloomy.

When a servant passed by him, he bowed and called him "Young Master". Before he could say anything, the servant left.

Master? He?

Is this some kind of large-scale script-killing segment?

When Si Qicheng wanted to call someone to ask about the situation, a clear and childish voice suddenly came from above his head, "This is an illusion, they won't pay attention to you."

Si Qicheng looked up and saw a birdcage hanging on the branch above his head, but there was no bird in the cage, but a little man.

Si Qicheng raised his hand to take down the birdcage, and was surprised to find that this palm-sized little man was exactly the same as himself when he was a child.

The little man huddled in the corner of the cage and timidly asked him, "Are you looking for me?"

Si Qicheng could sense a familiar feeling between them, but still asked cautiously, "What's your name?"

"My name is Si Qicheng." Little Si Qicheng huddled in the corner and looked at him.

Si Qicheng opened the cage and carefully reached his hand in, but little Si Qicheng didn't dare to go forward.

Si Qicheng said patiently, "Don't be afraid, I'll take you home."

Little Si Qicheng watched the familiar purple spiritual power flowing through his fingertips and slowly crawling into his palm.

Si Qicheng threw away the cage, brought him in front of him and asked, "You said this was an illusion, then where is Song Mi?"

Little Si Qicheng tilted his head and looked at her doubtfully, "Is that the sister who came in with you?"

"That's not my sister." Si Qicheng corrected.

Little Si Qicheng scratched his head. If it wasn't his sister, who could it be? "She's in the room."

Si Qicheng asked him which room it was, but he shook his head and said he didn't know.

At this moment, Song Mi opened his eyes and saw an antique room. Through the pearl curtain, he saw a huge "囍" character on the wall in front of him.

Song Mi got up from the bed and walked to the dressing table beside the bed. She saw herself in the mirror wearing a phoenix crown and a bridal gown, with the pearl tassels of the golden crown on her head swaying in front of her eyes.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Song Mi was a little stunned. She seemed to have worn a wedding dress like this...

She has lived for thousands of years and has only been married to Si Qicheng, but they did not hold any form of wedding, so where else could she have married?

Song Mi raised her hand to tear off the complicated hair accessories, but found that the outfit was cast under a spell and could not be easily removed.

When Song Mi was about to use magic, he suddenly thought of Si Qicheng.

She was worried that her use of magic would affect the situation on Si Qicheng's side, so she decided to go out and find him first.

She pushed the door open and took two steps. The same door appeared in front of her again. She pushed it open again, and it was still the same door.

Obviously, a ghost wall.

Song Mi sneered, "What a trifle."

"Tian Gang Bei Dou, there is a way to break the formation, hurry up and obey the command! Break!"

As the spell was uttered, the gate in front of him disappeared in an instant, and the unfamiliar courtyard was filled with gurgling water, dotted with red lanterns.

An ancient wedding decoration.

Song Mi stepped into the middle of the courtyard, searching for Si Qicheng's spiritual energy.

"Under the sky, the eight trigrams are moving, the universe is unstoppable, tracking for thousands of miles, hurry!"

Song Mi saw Si Qicheng in another courtyard. He was coming towards her following the direction of the compass.

A smile appeared on Song Mi's delicate and beautiful face. He even knew to use a compass to find her. Yufeng stepped over and she landed lightly on the roof opposite Si Qicheng.

Little Si Qicheng was sitting on Si Qicheng's shoulder. He looked up alertly and saw the woman in red opposite him. She screamed and hugged Si Qicheng's neck.

"The ghost girl is back!!!"

Si Qicheng looked in the direction he pointed, and saw Song Mi in a crimson wedding dress, standing on the green-tiled roof, as beautiful as the setting sun in the sky.

Her makeup is exquisite and luxurious, her cold eyebrows and eyes reveal a bit of charm, and her clothes are as shimmering as roses swaying in the spring breeze.

He seemed to have seen such a scene before, perhaps in a dream or in a more distant memory.

At that time, Song Mi should be in front of him, and she should be smiling like a flower, instead of being so far away from him now.

Si Qicheng had never felt such a throbbing in his heart as he did at this moment.

"The female ghost is back, why don't you run away!" Little Si Qicheng huddled on his shoulder, trembling all over.

Song Mi landed lightly in front of Si Qicheng, still holding the willow branch she had broken when she entered the door. She looked at the Que Yinpo on his shoulder.

Que Yinpo still maintained the appearance of an eight-year-old child, with short black hair, a white and tender face, and a pair of big watery eyes that were full of vigilance.

Because of fear, Queyinpo was still sobbing and couldn't stop for a while.

Si Qicheng had no choice but to tell him to stop crying, but he cried even louder.

Although Que Yinpo's eyes were clear and fearful, his little face was indeed 80% similar to Si Qicheng. Seeing him look so delicate, Song Mi's eyes showed a little more smile.

"This is what you looked like as a kid."

Si Qicheng himself never cries, let alone shows such a pitiful expression.

He made this expression while looking at his own face as a child, and it was in front of Song Mi.

Si Qicheng's mouth twitched slightly, and he said sternly, "Don't cry."

"..." Que Yinpo pouted, wanting to cry but not daring to. She huddled on Si Qicheng's shoulder, pulling his long hair, feeling very aggrieved.