The host of Kuaichuan is super rich

Chapter 486 No. 9 Huaiyin Street 13
"Sure enough, nothing was prepared."

Yan Tong smiled and said, "'Wushuang, I'm going out to help you buy something now, your father asked you to go downstairs and look at the shop."

Qin Wushuang closed the bedroom door and followed Yan Tong downstairs.

After going downstairs, Yan Tong just went out, then turned around and walked back, "Oh, look at my memory, I forgot to take the money, I'll go upstairs to get the money."

After Yan Tong went upstairs, she saw Qin Wushuang start looking at the things in the glass cabinet, so she opened the door and entered her bedroom.

The wooden box was conspicuously placed on the bedside table in Qin Wushuang's bedroom. Yan Tong opened the wooden box, saw the contents inside, and was about to pick it up to have a look, but seemed to think of something, and put it down again.

Qin Wushuang watched Yan Tong go out, just smiled and didn't speak.

The atmosphere of this street seems to be better than before, and there are people on the street, although not too many.

As soon as Yan Tong went out and turned a small path, someone stood in front of her.

"Tongtong, long time no see."

Yan Tong looked at the person in front of him, "It's been a long time. I'll help Qin Wushuang buy some things for sacrifices. Qin Wushuang should have seen those things."

"Tomorrow is the Ghost Festival, you must follow Qin Wushuang closely, you know?"

"Okay, I don't do things for a day or two, do you still need to tell me?"

After the man left, Yan Tong walked around the street and bought a lot of things for the sacrifice.

After returning to the store, Yan Tong looked at Qin Wushuang, "I bought everything back, and I promise it's not bad. Do you know what I saw this time?"

"Don't you always want to know what your father is up to these two days? It's the old Luo's house in the east. The people next door say that the old Luo's house is haunted! Isn't that right? That man died so badly. I can't enter the ancestral grave, I heard that they were buried in the back mountain, there is a place in the back mountain, it seems to be a mass grave more than 100 years ago!"

Without asking Qin Wushuang if he wanted to hear it, Yan Tong started talking.

While packing up the things she bought, they put them all in the middle.

"Wushuang, I just went out and heard from a paper craftsman that in a situation like yours, if you have to sacrifice on the Ghost Festival, you have to draw a lost spell, but it seems that your mother has drawn it before, and I don't know Will you, after all, the Ghost Festival is the time when the gates of hell are wide open, and the situation of ghosts will be very serious, if you don't have protection, you may have accidents."

"Don't forget what I said. Your dad has been protecting you all the time, so you don't know anything. Our street is not as simple as you imagined. Don't you feel anything in the past few nights? ?”

"Yan Tong, thank you for your reminder, but I may not be able to deal with the spell, and I will disappoint you."

Qin Wushuang's expression was cold, as if there was no fluctuation, "There is also the matter of this street. If you don't follow me, I will know sooner or later. After all, I grew up here, and I have heard many stories when I was young. When I was a child, my father wouldn't let me go out at night, and now, these nights, I do feel a little gloomy, but I believe that evil does not prevail."

"Xiao Shuang, I also said that because I was worried about you. Could it be that you really can't draw spells?"

Yan Tong looked at Qin Wushuang in surprise, and seemed to be a little confused, "But if you don't know how, how will you inherit your mother's mission in the future?"

"I'm afraid your father will also have an accident about the possible accident tomorrow night, so..."

(End of this chapter)