The sound of the hair dryer stopped.
Xu Qing stopped helping Jiang He tidy his hair, thought for a while and asked, "What does it look like?"
He subconsciously felt that Jiang He saw something that he didn't understand, such as a certain aunt wearing a mask and going out to get a courier, etc. passing by the window...
"The hair is long, longer than mine."
Jiang He said, turned around and pushed his hair to the front, covering his entire face, and explained: "It probably looks like this."
"..."
Xu Qing frowned, Jiang He covered his face with long hair in the middle of the night, it still had a visual impact, "And then?"
"Then the face is so pale, so white that it is... whiter than the wall." Jiang He pointed to the snow-white wall.
"No way..."
"Wearing a blue, queer kind of gown with such long sleeves—"
Jiang He continued to gesture.
"Stop, stop!"
Xu Qing couldn't calm down anymore, and turned around to look around the living room. Combined with the recent rumors of ghosts around, he suddenly felt a little guilty.
What the hell did Jiang He see
"..."
"..."
The two stared at each other, and fell into silence.
Even though Jiang He was blowing his hair, the sword stood aside and leaned against the leg of the chair.
"Cough... Well, ghosts don't exist. There is no such thing in this world. If we talk about science—think about it, if this ghost thing really exists, how many people will die in thousands of years, wouldn't it be crowded to death? Where do they live, don't they?"
Xu Qing tried to explain this kind of thing with science: "You may be under too much pressure and have hallucinations, so quickly dry your hair and go to bed."
It's normal for a girl to come to a completely strange world alone. If she is a weaker girl, she might just collapse...
Jiang He obviously didn't believe what he said, but he didn't say much. He turned around and asked Xu Qing to help dry his hair. He quietly touched the hilt of his sword and tightened it.
"Ghosts are scary things in our area," she said.
"It's also a terrible thing here."
"Really?"
"Of course." Xu Qing brushed her soft long hair, and added: "But the problem is that it doesn't exist, it's totally impossible to exist, understand?"
"Then why were mages catching ghosts a few days ago?"
"Because others mistakenly think that there are ghosts, but there are actually no ghosts."
"Yes, I saw it."
"..."
The lights in the living room were bright, and Xu Qing felt a bit of coolness for no reason.
Jiang He has such an existence, so it seems that it is not outrageous for a ghost to appear
"I don't know if my sword can hurt it." Jiang He frowned, thinking about how to protect himself in this dangerous world.
"Don't talk about it, it's as good as the real thing... Tomorrow, I will ask Uncle Zhao to borrow the mahogany sword and see if I can borrow it."
"it is good."
The hair dryer was whining, and the two were thinking about their own thoughts. Jiang He's beautiful hair was blown quickly, and he stood up and shook his head, not forgetting to pick up his sword.
"Thank you, young hero."
"You don't have to be polite."
Xu Qing returned a salute, pulled out the plug and put away the hair dryer, urging: "Go to bed quickly."
"I… "
Jiang He hesitated to speak, hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and went back to his room.
The light in the living room was turned off, and after a while Xu Qing remembered that he hadn't taken a shower, so he turned it on again, and dragged his slippers into the bathroom. There was still a trace of water vapor in it, with a warm and humid temperature and the fragrance of shower gel.
There is a big difference between living with two people and living alone.
If you were alone, hearing Jiang He's description would probably be a little scary.
After thinking wildly about taking a shower, Xu Qing shortened the time it took by one-third than usual. He dried his body and ran out with his clothes in his arms. Just as he was about to turn off the light in the living room, his gaze glanced at the computer on the table, and he paused. , an idea came to mind.
…
In the bedroom cleared out from the utility room.
Jiang He listened to the commotion outside, and sat on the bed for a while, with the sword in hand. It was supposed to practice the sword at this time and then go to sleep, but she didn't want to move at all.
There were several stacks of clothes neatly folded on the bedside, which Xu Qing bought for her. Although the style seemed a bit weird to her, it was better than the short skirts and shorts she saw on the street.
Jeans, sweater, coat... Jiang He observed everything carefully every time he went out, and he was sure that what Xu Qing bought for her were very conservative ones.
Young Xia is a good guy...
Under the pillow was a coarse sackcloth, the same one he wore when he first came here. Jiang He reached out and took it out from underneath, put it on his lap and looked down, his fingers caressing over the patch.
Compared to the clothes I'm wearing now, the shoulders are slightly narrower, the sleeves are much shorter, and the thick fabric feels rough—
If she's still in the stockade, Erniang should help her cut and change the clothes again, right? Add a section of sleeves and loosen the collar.
The head of the family... the second mother...
"Martial arts come from fighting, so don't be afraid of pain! If anyone looks down on you, beat him hard until you are convinced, and no one will dare to mess with you!"
"... The little girls don't even know how to sew clothes. They dance with knives and swords all day long. Let's see how they get married in the future... Come and try this dress. If it doesn't fit, I'll change it for you."
It's been a month, but it seems like a long time.
More than a thousand years have passed.
Jiang He stroked the patch on the sackcloth, heaved a long sigh, put his clothes away in order to rationalize his thoughts, and raised his hand to pick up the sword next to him.
No matter where you are, after all, you have to live and live well.
This dangerous world...
She made up her mind to practice her martial arts to fight against the disheveled ghost, and she was about to practice her sword.
Tuk tuk.
The door of the room rang.
Holding the sword, he went to open the door, Jiang He was slightly taken aback, and Xu Qing was standing at the door with a dark face.
"come here."
Seeing Jiang He open the door, Xu Qing didn't talk nonsense, turned back to the desk, pointed at the computer and said, "What did you see?"
He just felt that something was weird. He turned on the computer after taking a shower, but it didn't turn off. It was just closed and entered a sleep state. He looked at the record of the player again, huh.
The old corpse in the mountain village.
Jiang He clenched his long sword nervously, "Yes, I saw it through surveillance."
"..."
Xu Qing sucked his teeth and didn't know how to explain that clairvoyance is clairvoyance, video is video, and surveillance is surveillance.
There are more than 300 gigabytes of various video movies in his up D disk, if Jiang He wants to watch it like this, it will be a proper world of high martial arts, what a science!
Looking at Jiang He's terrified eyes, Xu Qing was both angry and funny. When he was a child, he was too scared by Chu Renmei to go to the toilet...
"Forget it, you go to bed first, and I will explain to you tomorrow."
"If midnight..."
"Don't worry, nothing happened." Xu Qing interrupted, shaking the mouse and clicking the cross, "Okay, I've sealed her, so sleep peacefully."
Jiang He struggled for a moment, and seeing his relaxed face, he felt relieved and went back to the room with the sword in his arms.