135: Chapter 135 Under the same roof

Chapter 135 Under the same roof

Thinking of this, I was actually much more calm. So what if that stinky man was jealous? I was also good at it. I sat upright and didn't say anything to Du Chong. I was still too timid. Even Grandma Meng did n' t say anything! 1

When I thought of this, I stole a glance at Du Chong, who was sitting at the opposite table and studying the evening menu with the ghost. He seemed to be familiar with everyone and had the feeling of having a common topic with everyone.

"Xiao Tao, do you like to eat sweet or spicy food?" Du Chong suddenly asked me. I only saw that he was still holding a recipe in his hand. It seemed like he was enjoying it, as if he was interested in eating. He couldn't help but wonder if it was true that high-level ghosts did n' t need to eat.

However, when the results of their research were placed at the dinner table, I was still very happy to taste them one by one. The bad craftsmanship was not bad at all. Although the food was fresh, the design was still very good.

I was just about to praise him in accordance with my habits when I suddenly remembered that I had already given him a name. Tao Xiaoliang, so I hurriedly changed my words," Xiaoliang, your craftsmanship is really good. I've never eaten anything so delicious!"

Tao Xiao Liang's face flushed slightly, as if he said embarrassedly," Actually, this is something that a ghost should do. Miss, you' re too flattering." After having a satisfied dinner, I turned on my computer and prepared to follow my past habits to start the show. However, after a flash of the home page, a smelly man's face appeared on the screen.

"It looks like Madam has been doing well these past few days!" The stinky man's tone was always dark and cold. The cold light in his deep and cold eyes was terrifying.

"What are you——" I almost bit my tongue in surprise. I hastily warned myself to relax and relax. You don' t have anything to do with that stinky man. Then I said in a calm tone," What are you doing here?" "Are you sure you can't see through my death?"

"Do you think you can easily die with this Emperor here?" He didn't know if it was because of the sound, but the stinky man's voice sounded even more sinister.

But when I heard this, I was filled with anger. What did I mean that I wouldn't die easily? Could it be that I had already been killed by the Nine-Headed Bird and was all in Sheol?

"Alright, alright, alright. You said you would protect me! "But where were you when I was in danger!" Thinking of the heart-wrenching pain at that time, my eyes were dry and bitter. Only then did I remember that as a ghost, even my ability to shed tears was lost. The more sorrow I felt, the more I wished I could immediately pull the smelly man out of the screen and beat him up.

However, I couldn't even do this. I clenched my fist and punched the keyboard in the end." Go, go. I do n' t want to see you at all right now!" "You don't need to come over and say some nonsense. Oh right, you' d better send that guy you sent over to take him away. I don't want to see him either. Whether I live well in Sheol or not has nothing to do with you!"

I didn't wait for the smelly man to react before I quickly turned off the display screen. Seeing the smelly man's face disappear on the screen, I felt much more relaxed. Heavens, why did I still not get rid of the two smelly men's tracking when I reached the grave?

The moment I turned my head, I was shocked by the enlarged face in front of me." Du Chong, why did you run over like a ghost without even greeting me?" "Don't you know that this will scare people to death!"

Du Chong was shocked by my words. He paused for a moment before saying," What's so scary? Are n' t you just a ghost now?" "You scared me to death. What a joke. Let me ask you, is the man who used his spiritual power to hate you just now your husband?"

"No!" I hastily denied it. I really didn't want to have anything to do with that smelly man.

Although I denied it, Du Chong waved at me with an incredulous look on his face." You don't have to lie to me. You ca n' t lie to me either. I know that very powerful man. He's the Ancestor of the Netherworld, and even the Ten Palace Yama have to give him face. It seems that it's because of him that you can enjoy special treatment in the underworld. He's a powerful person. I' ll tell you, even if you're his wife, do n' t offend him so easily. Otherwise, you'll still be in great trouble."

I didn't want to continue this topic with Du Chong, so I stood up and walked towards the bedroom. As I walked, I said," I' m tired. I'm going to rest. You' d better rest early too!"

Ignoring the call from Du Chong behind him, he walked into the bedroom and closed the door. However, his body suddenly became limp and he fell on the bed without moving. He wanted to face the ceiling like this until the end of the day, but I also knew that this was impossible because I actually saw the face of a smelly man on the ceiling.

I cried out in alarm and hastily buried my face in the blanket. I didn't need to breathe at all. It was n' t long before I dared to lift my face up. The face of the smelly man was gone, but I knew that not only was it a smelly man, even the man he sent over who didn't know his name was secretly watching me, and I was destined to be unable to escape.

Although I was in a bad mood, I still fell asleep until Tao Xiaoliang knocked on the door and told me it was time to get up.

Although breakfast was also delicious, I ate listlessly. Normally, I should cherish the chance to enjoy the delicious food now. Based on some information I had accidentally seen in the library yesterday, I would sooner or later lose my sense of taste after being a ghost. Although not every ghost would have a similar situation, a large number of ghosts had lost their sense of taste.

After having a quick breakfast, I still led Du Chong to the library. This time, I realized that this guy's magic skills were actually quite good. At least, he walked at a very fast speed, much faster than me.

This time, with Du Chong's book list, it would be much easier to find books on the second floor of the bookshelf, but it was only easy to find books. Looking at the pile of books in front of me, I could n' t help but be stunned. I felt like I was still facing a project like moving mountains. It was probably quite troublesome even to move books home.

However, Du Chong quickly refreshed my understanding. It turned out that deep in my heart, I couldn't help but think of myself as an ordinary person instead of a ghost.

Du Chong took out a small cloth bag and put everything in it without much effort. He told me that this thing was called a Sumeru Mustard Bag, and there was almost a ghost in the underworld. I had to retort that I didn't have it, but Du Chong took out an identical one from the bag and slapped it in the face. It was really embarrassing.

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