Verdant Paint Bucket Essence

Chapter 18

After Grandpa Xin supervised the old friend to park the car, he remembered that he asked his grandson to burn a small tricycle for him, so he wandered all the way to his grandson's house to find the paint bucket essence.

The grandson hid in the room and didn't know what he was looking at. Grandpa searched the whole house but couldn't find the paint bucket essence.

Where is the granddaughter-in-law? !

Looking at the grandson who was hiding under the blanket and didn't know what to look at, grandpa flew away hating iron for being weak.

I knew that watching a small movie, I would never be able to hold a real wife in my life!

The little paint bucket spirit in his sleep heard the sound of bangbangbang, and he woke up in a daze and shook the plastic handle on his bucket, just like a human rubbing his eyes.

"Well, Grandpa, why are you here?"

Grandpa was changed back to his original shape and slept in the paint bucket under the bridge hole. He was very energetic, "I haven't asked you yet, why are you staying here like this?"

The little paint bucket transformed back into a human form and stretched, explaining: "Because the human form sleeping under the bridge hole looks a bit bitter, so I used the prototype."

Grandpa said in his heart that you also know how sad it looks: "Then why don't you live with Xin Yuan?"

Hearing Xin Yuan's name, the little paint bucket paused carefully. He really missed Xin Yuan, but why did he have to see him?

"Because I'm sorry to bother Xin Yuan."

"What's the matter with embarrassment, just treat it as grandpa's mouthpiece, and help grandpa talk to Xin Yuan." Grandpa took the little paint bucket by the hand and floated towards Xin Yuan's house, but before he even took a step, he was caught Pulled back.

"Almost forgot, you have a physical body now." Grandpa shook his hand, indicating that he was overloaded and couldn't fly.

The two of them walked slowly back to Xin Yuan's house.

From the perspective of passers-by, the little paint bucket spirit was talking to the air with his head tilted. He was so frightened that he hurried past with his head down, saying that he didn't see anything, and he was very afraid of being killed.

Xin Yuan, who was lying under the blanket, was not actually watching the kind of small movie that his grandfather thought, although it was indeed Japanese.But he was watching a horror movie, a ghost movie to be precise.

He wants to see if there is any way to attract ghosts in the movie, he wants to try to summon the lower seven barrels, and ask him how he is doing down there, and if he wants to burn something for him.

It turns out that Xin Yuan doesn't believe in ghosts, nor is he afraid of watching horror movies.So he chose the most comfortable position to watch horror movies under the covers, but...

In the movie, a female ghost stretches out a pale hand from under the bed.Xin Yuan got out of the bed, and turned on the lamp in the room with a blank expression.He sat by the bed, took his mobile phone and began to browse Weibo, read a few funny jokes, laughed a few times and calmed down.

"Hahaha, how funny."

"Haha."

"what."

Suddenly he lay down on the edge of the bed with his head down and put on a hideous expression, even if there is really a ghost under the bed, I will scare him to death first!

Xin Yuan thought so, and then slammed into the bed.

Yes, the bottom of my bed is solid.

After excluding a place where ghosts could hide, Xin Yuan calmed down a little and started to brush up his circle of friends.

There are still people in the circle of friends who sing outside in the middle of the night, they are not captured by ghosts, how could it be my turn, Xin Yuan comforted himself.

Xin Yuan, who was slowly relaxing from the horror of the movie, gradually felt the urge to urinate, but the bathroom was outside...

Xin Yuan wrapped his quilt tightly.

I can hold back!

"Dong dong dong." The indistinct knock on the door knocked on Xin Yuan's eardrum in the silent night, and with the regular knock on the door, Xin Yuan's heart began to beat wildly.

"Dong dong dong." Xin Yuan listened carefully with his ears sideways. The sound seemed to come from downstairs, but it disappeared after listening carefully.Xin Yuan couldn't be sure whether it was his hallucination after excessive fear or someone knocked on the door in the middle of the night.

"Grandpa, is Xin Yuan asleep? Isn't it good for us to disturb him like this?" The little paint bucket spirit only knocked lightly on the door twice, afraid of disturbing the neighbors.

"It's okay, he's... busy, he must not be asleep yet. Just ring the doorbell." Grandpa almost blurted out that his grandson was watching a short movie, but after thinking about it, he decided to save him some face.

"Ding dong."

Xin Yuan, who was reassuring himself over and over in his heart that the knock on the door just now was just his hallucination, was shocked when he heard the doorbell, and became even more urgent to urinate.

Man's desire urges him to be brave.

Xin Yuan, who was in a hurry to urinate, could no longer care whether the person at the door was a ghost or not. He angrily got up from the bed and opened the door to go to the bathroom, thinking about dripping love.

He didn't even turn on the lights, very brave.

After releasing Xin Yuan, looking at the dark surroundings, he became cowardly again.

He seemed to wash his hands calmly, but he could hear his crazy heartbeat in his ears.He walked slowly towards the door, and turned on all the lights in the room that could be turned on.

The moment he opened the door, Xin Yuan felt his heart stopped beating.

In fact, the little paint bucket spirit still wanted to see Xin Yuan, but after pressing the doorbell for so long, Xin Yuan did not appear. The little paint bucket spirit thought that Xin Yuan had already fallen asleep, and lowered his head in frustration.

The silver-gray moonlight shone on his face, making his originally fair skin even whiter.

The moment he heard the sound of the door opening, the little paint bucket raised his head excitedly, and said happily:

"Xin Yuan, I'm here to see you."

Xin Yuan looked at the little paint bucket spirit who had already "dead" and looked at him with a pale face, and said to himself happily: "Xin Yuan...I...come...to see...you...you..."

Suddenly my mind went blank.

The little paint bucket spirit didn't know what Xin Yuan was thinking, but saw that Xin Yuan's expression was not as happy as he had imagined, so he thought he didn't welcome him.

The little paint bucket was a little sad, Xin Yuan really had another bucket.

But no matter what, what grandpa asked him to convey must still be conveyed: "Grandpa asked me to tell you to burn a tricycle for him."

"Xin Yuan, what's wrong with you, Xin Yuan, wake up!"

Before Xin Yuan fainted from fright, he thought, You Qitong is really a ghost, otherwise how could he still be able to help grandpa with words.

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