What if the blind date is a hundred-year-old ghost?

The moment Jiang Jian stepped out of the room following the nurse, the scene changed. The small courtyard was breezy and sunny, and the deep yellow was covered by tender green.

Sitting in the corridor was a teenage child, with his head lowered and his legs swaying. Jiang Jian knew that he was Guan Heng, and all the illusions he saw came from a certain person in Guan Heng's life. node.

He thought of the teardrops that fell on the ground that he saw just a second ago, and his heart ached because he thought of his jade treasure. Looking at a small soil basin on the ground, Jiang Jian also followed his gaze to look at the small soil basin full of soil.

Xiao Guanheng suddenly said: "Peach."

Jiang Jian was startled, thinking that he could see her, and squatted stiffly in front of him, not daring to move.Little Guan Heng lowered his jet-black eyelashes, and his red mouth pouted slightly.

Xiao Guanheng sighed, tilted his head and said, "Hasn't it sprouted yet?"

It took a while for Jiang Jian to realize that he was talking to himself. The cool breeze gently blew over the green vines on the wall, and Jiang Jian's tense nerves could not help but relax, and even felt a little sleepy.

There are also two maids in the yard, lazily standing aside, squinting at Xiao Guan Heng, chatting quietly without caring about his presence at all, laughing at him for being stupid, and Xiao Guan Heng just staring at him I don't know if I heard it or not, and there was no reaction at all.

Not long after, Jiang Jian felt his body getting heavier and heavier, and his eyelids drooped uncontrollably. The scent of flowers and the breeze surrounded him, making him want to sink in and curl up into a ball. His last thought before falling asleep was to find him Yubao.

There seemed to be something rustling in the darkness, Jiang Jian frowned and woke up but didn't feel relaxed after sleeping, he seemed to be lying on a wooden bed, covered with a damp quilt.

Jiang Jian moved uncomfortably, and when she opened her eyes, she found that there was still a person lying beside her. That person should be Guan Heng in his youth. He was curled up in the quilt, his face was pale, his lips were blue, and his eyes were dark circles. It looked like it was terminally ill.

Jiang Jian clearly remembered that when he saw him in the last node, he was just in a daze, but he looked in good health, but somehow he became like this now.

There was no one serving in the room, there was a big flame on the black table, Guan Heng's empty eyes were staring at the cluster of dim lights, the silence was a bit scary.

Jiang's father once said that people who were made into scapegoats were all killed by their close relatives.

The door was suddenly pushed open with an unpleasant sound, and a graceful woman walked in with a bowl in her hand...

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in the shrine.

"You really have the guts to come here alone." The man turned around and looked at Guan Heng. The man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks seemed to be the Master Huang invited by the Guan family.

Master Huang looked at Guan Heng's face and sneered quietly: "Is there anything else you want to ask?" It seemed as if he wanted to give him a good time at the last moment.

Guan Heng ignored him and looked down at the charms on the ground. The color was still very bright because it was painted just now. Guan Heng frowned and said, "You have made my house dirty."

Master Huang hahad twice, thinking that this kid doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth, he took out a brass bell from behind and said: "Boy, I will give you a good time to ask questions, and then I will go underground and make a ghost, but no one like me." Be patient..."

Guan Heng interrupted slowly: "It's so noisy." The hand hanging on the side slowly raised, and it grabbed the void with a sharp hand.

"Uh, uh...", Daoist Huang felt his throat was suddenly strangled, and his feet were lifted off the ground.

He opened his mouth wide and let out a hoarse hoarse sound from his throat, his eyes were bloodshot, and he frantically clasped and patted his neck with both hands.

"Do you know how Guan Zhilin died?" Guan Heng stared at him with dark eyes, and his smile couldn't be suppressed: "His neck was originally very hard, but it softened as soon as I exerted force..."

"You...you..." Huang Daoshi couldn't make a sound in pain, the air in his lungs disappeared, his head was congested and he couldn't think.

Guan Heng slowly loosened the shackles on him, imitating the tone of Huang Taoist before: "Do you have any questions?"

Daoist Huang took a few breaths and said, "Who the hell are you!" He quietly touched a small pot under his robe with his hand.

Guan Heng tilted his head, and swung his claw-shaped hand to the side, and Taoist Huang fell to the ground with his face on the ground.The small pot hooked in his hand was also thrown out, and Guan Heng turned it into powder with a wave of his hand.

Daoist Huang fell with blood all over his face. He raised his head staggeringly, and in front of him was a row of memorial tablets of the ancestors of the Guan family.

The most front is Guan Heng's tablet.

He knelt down on the ground, shaking like a sugar sieve, not daring to turn his head.

"You...you are...Grandpa Guan"

Seeing him like this, Guan Heng felt bored, so he lifted him up and asked, "What's the matter with Master Guan?"

Huang Daoist whined for a while before opening his mouth and said: "He...he is Guan Yao now, please let me go, I will go away immediately, I will help you deal with Guan Yao!"

Guan Heng shook his head, slowly tightening his hand.

Daoist Huang's face was flushed, he was whining, his cloudy eyes rolled upwards, his legs shook in the air for a while, and then stopped after a while.

People, just died so simply.

Guan Heng shrugged, threw him aside casually, turned around and was about to leave, when he turned around, he found an unexpected but expected person standing outside the door looking at him with heavy eyes.

That is Jiang Jian.