Ten minutes later.
Tang Mu arrived at Tianfu Garden.
There were two stone lions standing at the entrance and a majestic man-made fountain.
The guard in the security room was smoking a cigarette from Yellow Crane Tower.
Tang Mu floated past him. The cigarette in the security guard's mouth was blown away by the wind.
"Why is there such a strong wind today?" The security guard shivered.
How could ordinary people see ghosts?
Tang Mu didn't want to show himself in broad daylight.
They entered Tianfu Garden.
The garden was filled with trees and covered 60% of the ground with artificial grass.
"Another one scared away. This house looks really haunted!”The passersby whispered to each other and pointed at the beige house not far away from them from time to time.
"Yes, I live next door to that house. As long as someone lives in it, every night, the house will be filled with ghosts and wolves. I'm sure they'll be scared into the hospital the next day.”An elderly woman mumbled.
Tang Mu floated past and listened.
The house was haunted?
It couldn't be such a coincidence.
According to the system's map, the place where the spiritual energy gathered was not far away, and this beige house appeared in front of them.
Tang Mu wasn't afraid of ghosts. He himself was a ghost. It was just that the appearance of a competitor made him very unhappy.
How dare you steal my spiritual energy! Eat it!
The beige house had been around for a few years. It must have been built 20 years ago, but after renovation, it looked completely new.
Without hesitation, Tang Mu floated in.
He passed through the door and entered the main hall.
There was no one in the room. It was empty.
Obviously, she was scared away by the ghost.
There were lamp stands scattered on the ground, the coffee table had been overturned, and her shoes and clothes were scattered all over the ground. It was as if she had run away before she could pack up.
Are ghosts that scary?
Tang Mu shrugged his shoulders. In his previous life, he might have been afraid of ghosts and gods, but now that he was dressed as a ghost, would ghosts be afraid of ghosts? If you were fierce, I would be even fiercer.
He walked around the villa.
Strange, I didn't find any place where spiritual energy gathered.
He didn't see any ghosts or monsters.
Could it be that the map was wrong?
Just as Tang Mu was wondering, a bloody tongue stuck out from the ceiling, and a cold wind blew.
He looked up.
F * ck!
A ghastly face as miserable as a sheet of white paper was staring at him.
There was a long-tongued ghost lying on the ceiling.
This look.
Tang Mu immediately became alert and gathered his spirit energy. If the other party's tongue dared to stick out even a little more, he would immediately destroy it.
Unexpectedly!
Then, the atmosphere changed drastically.
After the long-tongued ghost saw Tang Mu's face, it suddenly became excited. It jumped down from the ceiling and retracted its tongue.
"Mu... Brother Mu."
"Hmm?" Call me?
When Tang Mu heard the address, he was stunned for a moment and was slightly surprised.
"I'm Xiao Yun. Don't you remember me? We both died in the same year.”Zhang Xiaoyun called out.
"Little... Clouds? Zhang Xiaoyun." Tang Mu muttered to himself. When he took a closer look, he couldn't see clearly from afar, but it seemed to be true.
Why was he here?
Zhang Xiao Yun was Tang Mu's ghost friend who had transmigrated to this supernatural novel world. He didn't expect to meet her here.
Could it be that the ghost in this house was Zhang Xiaoyun?、
Looking at the situation in front of him, it was most likely the case.
"Why are you here?" Tang Mu was curious.
"This is my home, of course I have to be here.”Zhang Xiaoyun replied.
"Your house?" Tang Mu was surprised.
"Yes." Zhang Xiaoyun nodded and continued," Brother Mu, you're doing pretty well now. You've become an evil spirit, unlike me who's still a lonely ghost.”
Zhang Xiaoyun's eyes were filled with envy.
"Brother Mu, why didn't you tell me that you were coming to my house? I was just preparing to welcome you.”Zhang Xiaoyun was very enthusiastic.
In the novel, Zhang Xiaoyun's address was basically written in one stroke, so Tang Mu ignored it. Besides, this was not the first time he was a ghost. How could he be so comprehensive and cover everything?
"I forgot that you live here." Tang Mu replied perfunctorily.
It had to be known that Zhang Xiaoyun's ending in the novel wasn't very good. Because he had an obsession and refused to leave the world of the living, he was forced back to the netherworld by Lin Yun.
He was killed by the Black and White Impermanence when he crossed the Golden Chicken Mountain in the netherworld.
Recalling their friendship, Tang Mu thought that he couldn't let Zhang Xiaoyun vanish into thin air for no reason. No matter what, he had to let him drink a mouthful of Granny Meng's soup and reincarnate as a new person.
"Brother Mu, sit." Zhang Xiaoyun brought a chair over.
Tang Mu took a glance at the seventeen or eighteen-year-old Zhang Xiaoyun in front of him. In fact, Zhang Xiaoyun was already thirty-eight years old. He had been dead for twenty years.
"Why are you alone? Where's your mother?”Tang Mu vaguely remembered that Zhang Xiaoyun still had a mother. The two of them lived together. Could it be that they had moved away?
Zhang Xiaoyun's expression suddenly became a little gloomy.
After a person died, they would usually go to the underworld. However, some people would be unwilling to enter the underworld because their obsession was too deep when they were alive. They would stay in the human world and become lonely ghosts over time.
Zhang Xiaoyun was the kind of ghost who had a deep obsession.
He had relied on his mother since he was young. Mother Zhang had raised him alone with great difficulty. Unexpectedly, the white-haired man had to send the black-haired man. This was also the pain of Zhang Xiaoyun's life. He felt that he was very unfilial.
After Zhang Xiaoyun's death, Mother Zhang was in so much pain that she cried every day.
Therefore, Zhang Xiaoyun made up her mind not to go to the netherworld. She stayed in Yang City and visited her mother in her dreams every night to accompany her.
"My mother, she... He's already gone." Zhang Xiao Yun let out a long sigh of relief and moved a stool to sit beside Tang Mu.
Tang Mu knew very well that leaving meant death.
No wonder this house was rented out.
"Auntie, when did you pass?" Tang Mu gently patted Zhang Xiaoyun's shoulder.
"At the end of last year." Zhang Xiaoyun raised her head.
"My condolences." Although Tang Mu was a ghost, he could understand Zhang Xiaoyun's feelings. Everyone wanted their mother to live a long and healthy life.
Logically speaking, after Mother Zhang died, she would become a ghost. Didn't she just happen to meet her deceased son, Zhang Xiaoyun? Why was Zhang Xiaoyun still so sad and frowning?
Although passing away was bad news, meeting him again was good news.
"What about Auntie's ghost?" said Tang Mu.
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