My Wife is From a Thousand Years Ago

  Chapter 27 is terrible

  The sound of the hair dryer stopped.

  Xu Qing stopped helping Jiang He tidy up his hair, thought for a while and asked, "What does it look like?"

  Subconsciously, he felt that Jiang He saw something that he didn’t understand. For example, a certain auntie put on a mask and went out to get a courier and passed by the window...

   "The hair is long, longer than mine."

   Jiang He said, turning around and drew his hair to the front, covering his entire face, and explained: "It's probably like this."

  "..."

  Xu Qing frowned, Jiang He covering his face with long hair in the middle of the night still had a visual impact, "What then?"

   "Then his face was pale, especially white, just like...whiter than the wall." Jiang He pointed to the snow-white wall.

   "Isn't it..."

  "I'm still wearing a blue, weird gown, with so long sleeves—"

   Jiang He continued to make gestures.

   "Stop it!"

   Xu Qing is not calm, turning around to look around the living room, combined with the recent rumors of haunting around, suddenly feel a little guilty.

  What did Jiang He see?

  "..."

  "..."

  They both fell into silence with big eyes and small eyes.

  Even if Jiang He was blowing his hair, the sword stood aside and leaned on the leg of the chair.

"Ah... Well, ghosts don't exist. There is no such thing in this world. You have to talk about science. Think about it, if this ghost really exists, you don't know how many people have died for thousands of years, then wouldn't it be squeezed to death? Where do they live, right?"

  Xu Qing tried to use science to explain this kind of thing: "You may be too stressed and have hallucinations. Hurry up and dry your hair to sleep."

  A girl orphan came to a completely strange world. It's normal to think about it. If she is a weaker woman, she may just collapse...

   Jiang He obviously didn't believe in his practice, but he didn't say much, then turned around and continued to let Xu Qing help to blow his hair, his hand quietly felt the sword hilt tightly.

   "With us, ghosts are terrible things," she said.

   "It's also a terrible thing here."

"really?"

   "Of course." Xu Qing added her soft long hair, "But the problem is that it doesn't exist, it can't exist at all, you understand?"

   "Then why did a wizard catch ghosts a few days ago?"

   "Because others mistakenly thought there was a ghost, but there was no ghost."

   "Yes, I saw it."

  "..."

  The light in the living room is bright, and Xu Qing feels a bit of coolness for no reason.

   Jiang He has such an existence, it seems that it is not outrageous that a ghost appears?

   "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 say it, it's the same as it really is... Tomorrow I will ask Uncle Zhao to borrow the peach wood sword to see if I can borrow it."

"it is good."

  The hair dryer hummed, and the two of them were thinking about their own thoughts. Jiang He's hair was quickly blown out, stood up and shook his head, not forgetting to pick up the sword.

   "Thank you, Shaoxia."

   "No need to be polite."

  Xu Qing replied as if, unplugged and put away the hair dryer, and urged: "Go to sleep."

"I…"

   Jiang He hesitated to speak, tangled for a moment, shook his head, and went back to his room.

  The light in the living room went out. After a while, Xu Qing remembered that he hadn't taken a bath, and then pressed it again, pulling the slippers into the bathroom. There was still a trace of water vapor inside, with a warm and humid temperature and the fragrance of the shower gel.

  There is a big difference between living with two people and living alone.

  If you are alone, you might be a little scared to hear Jiang He's description.

After thinking about taking a shower, Xu Qing shortened his time by one-third compared with usual time. He wiped his body and ran out holding his clothes. When he was about to turn off the lights in the living room, he glanced at the computer on the table, and he moved for a while. , An idea came to mind.

  ...

  In the bedroom cleaned out from the utility room.

   Jiang He listened to the movement outside, and sat on the bed for a while with the sword on her hand. It was time to practice the sword and then sleep, but she didn't want to move at all.

  There are several stacks of clothes neatly stacked on the head of the bed. Xu Qing bought them for her. Although the style seems a little weird to her, it is better than those short skirts and shorts seen on the street.

  Jeans, sweaters, jackets... Jiang He observes everything carefully every time he goes out, and he is sure that Xu Qing helps her buy the very conservative type.

  Shao Xia is a good person...

  There is a burlap sackcloth under the pillow, the same suit that I wore when I first came. Jiang He stretched out his hand to take it out from below, put it on his leg and looked down, stroking his fingers over the patch.

  Compared to the clothes I wear now, the shoulders are slightly narrower and the sleeves are much shorter. The thick fabric feels rough to the touch—

  If you are still in the stockade, Erniang should help her cut the clothes again, right? Mending a piece of sleeve, the collar should be looser.

  The master... Erniang...

   "Martial arts are created, don't be afraid of the pain! Whoever looks down on you will beat him hard, until he is beaten, no one will dare to provoke you!"

   "...The little girl's family can't even sew clothes. She dances knives and swords all day long, and sees how to get married in the future...Let's try the clothes. I will help you change them if they don't fit.

  It's only more than a month, but it seems that a long time has passed.

  A thousand years later.

   Jiang Hemo stroked the patch on the sackcloth, sighed for a long time, put his clothes away rationally, and raised his hand to copy the sword beside him.

  No matter where you are, you have to live and live well.

  This dangerous world...

  She made up her mind to practice martial arts to fight against the ghosts spreading out of the Beatles, and she was waiting to practice swords.

   tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk.

  The room door rang.

   Holding the sword and opening the door, Jiang He was slightly startled, Xu Qing was standing at the door with a dark face.

"come here."

   Seeing Jiang He opening the door, Xu Qing didn’t say much nonsense, turned back to the table, pointed at the computer and said, "What did you see?"

  He just thought something was weird. He turned on the computer after taking a shower, but didn't shut it down, but was closed and went into sleep mode. Look at the player record again, ah.

  The old corpse in the mountain village.

   Jiang He squeezed the long sword tightly, "Yes, it was seen by monitoring."

  "..."

  Xu Qing’s teeth, I don’t know how to explain that clairvoyance is clairvoyance, video is video, and surveillance is surveillance.

  He has more than 300 various video movies of G in the D disk that he made up. He wants to let Jiang He watch it like this. A proper Gaowu world, a scientific ass!

  Looking at Jiang He’s horrified eyes, Xu Qing was angry and funny. When he was a child, he was too scared to go to the bathroom by Chu Renmei...

   "Forget it, you go to bed first, and I will explain to you tomorrow."

   "If it's midnight..."

   "Don't worry, nothing will happen." Xu Qing interrupted, shaking the mouse and clicking the cross, "Okay, I will seal her off, so sleep at ease."

   Jiang He struggled for a while, seeing his relaxed look, he was a little relieved, and he returned to the room with his sword in his arms.

  (End of this chapter)