Chapter 411: Buddha's Fate (18)

Fu Yue randomly pulled a little girl in the crowd, and asked with a smile: "Little sister, what happened?"

The little girl was skinny and fair-skinned. She had a small face the size of a palm, and her eyes were too big to be scary. She looked a little malnourished at the age of fourteen or fifteen.

I can't say how beautiful it is, but it's still pretty.

One face was bloodless and looked like a ghost.

Fu Yue was taken aback.

The little girl said weakly: "Sister, what do you want to ask me?"

Fu Yue lowered his voice.

"My sister wants to ask who is the dead man over there?"

There was a weird smile on the little girl's face, and against her pale face, she looked even more gloomy, "Oh, the dead one, that's the son of Zhao Yuan's family."

Fu Yue continued: "The little sister, do you know..."

Before she could finish her sentence, some passers-by looked at Fu Yue with strange eyes and pointed.

"What's the matter with this girl? She looks so beautiful, but unfortunately she has a brain problem..."

"It really does look like it. It's broad daylight. What are you talking about in the air?"

hear this.

Fu Yue looked at those two people subconsciously, and suddenly felt a chill behind her back, when she turned her head again and looked in the direction of the little girl.

Found a very strange thing.

The little girl is gone.

It's like it just disappeared out of thin air.

Fu Yue froze in place, her beautiful peach blossom eyes were blank, everything around her, including the numb and indifferent faces of passers-by, seemed to swallow her up, and the oncoming sunlight was cold.

Until a slender hand held Fu Yue's shoulder and shook it slightly.

"Jiang Si, Jiang Si."

Only then did Fu Yue come back to his senses.

A worried look flashed across the beautiful face of the monk in snow clothes. He took Fu Yue's hand and pulled her to a secluded place with few people. Then he asked, "What happened to you just now?"

Fu Yue asked tentatively.

"Did you just...did you see me talking to a little girl?"

In Fu Yue's expectant eyes.

Fanxiu shook his head slowly, opening and closing his thin lips.

"What I just saw was you speaking into a cloud of air."

Fu Yue: "!"

She was thoroughly suspicious of life.

In broad daylight, to hell with it.

Fu Yue looked around and found no one around, so she moved closer to Fanxiu, tiptoed, put it in his ear, and said softly: "I may have seen a ghost..."

The girl's lips opened and closed.

The hot air sprayed on the side of the man's white ears, slightly itchy.

Fu Yue briefly described the girl's appearance. After hearing everything, Fan Xiu gradually frowned.

A teenage girl, thin and thin, with big eyes... Isn't this what the female ghost looks like.

"It's her."

The monk in snow clothes opened his lips, and the sudden words made Fu Yue a little confused, "Ah? What is she?"

Fanxiu is concise and to the point.

"That female ghost."

Fu Yue exploded instantly: "! What?"

Fu Yue, who knew the truth, burst into tears.

What the hell in broad daylight, she was the only one who saw it...

Fu Yue burst into tears.

She looked at the snow-clothed monk in front of her with a wooden face, "So, why am I the only one who can see that female ghost? Could it be that she is following me?"

Fanxiu was silent for a while.

Comforting: "I will protect you."

"The breakthrough should be on that girl. Since you can see her, maybe she will find you again."

Right now.

A soft girlish voice sounded in Fu Yue's ears, it sounded very close, but also far away, very weird.

"certainly."

Good night