God's Palette

But in the photo she took just now - there was a young boy standing there.

About twelve or three years old?He has dark brown curly hair, wears a slightly worn T-shirt, plaid shirt, and jeans, with his back to the camera, only half of his face with freckles is exposed, which is somewhat round.

He looks like an ordinary European and American boy, and he also wears clothes that can be seen everywhere.

But not among the ranks of any tourists.

None of the bustling European and American tourists brought a similar little boy with them.What's even more frightening is that in the photo, a coin that was about to fall into the wishing well passed through the boy's outstretched hand.As if, his existence is just a fine projection...

"Damn..."

It was the first time for Xia Xun to take such a clear picture of Tongyou.

If she was still in her previous life, this would definitely make all her peers scream, give her the reputation of a "soul dementor", and be rejected by all media—it is too real and ordinary, so it is full of falsehoods.Even if Xia Xun put it on the Internet, various people would slap him in the face and refute the rumors, saying what kind of post-production techniques were used, it would not cause any disturbance.

At least, if Xia Xun saw such a normal-looking ghost photography, she would find ten thousand excuses to prove its falsehood—but not now.

Right now, what is needed is not [-] methods of falsification, but a method sufficient to prove it.

"call……"

She exhaled, cheering herself up.

During this period, this wave of tourists has left with the tour guide.

Xia Xun, who was alone in the shadow of the old castle, reached out and pressed the small red dot next to the viewfinder, changing the camera from photography mode to video recording mode.High sensitivity, large aperture, and sunlight from the outside barely make the scene on the display clear.

It was obvious that she was not alone.

There is also a pair of gloomy blue eyes, looking directly at her camera, and looking at Xia Xun outside the monitor.The boy's round, expressionless, and indifferent face found something wrong with the tourist who stopped in front of him, as if he was taking pictures of himself...

The scene became very awkward.

No matter where you look at it, this boy is very special, and he doesn't have any sense of being alive and living in the world.Therefore, no matter how many excuses Xia Xun's rationality gave to refute himself in order to dispel those fears, the reality could not be shaken.

This young man is a living ghost.

Perhaps, as the god of soap bubbles said, it has its color.

But then came the problem. Although Xia Xun had heard of these ghostly themes more than once—and even photographed these ghostly themes, he had no experience in friendly communication with them...every time he met, he was always shy. If you want to be on the camera, at most you will leave a blurred image, but this time it is very generous.

How should I strike up a conversation...

"Hi."

Subconsciously, Xia Xun moved his mouth.

He was using the same way of saying hello that is common all over the world, and he even showed a smile.

This set of "beautiful girl's initiative to say hello" can almost capture 99% of the human beings in the world, no matter men, women, old or young, but ghosts are hard to say... At least, the ghost boy is just standing there blankly. Beside the wishing well, there was no sign of opening.

Could it be that he is also wondering?

Wondering if I have been seen...

"I can see you." Gradually, Xia Xun became more and more courageous, and even waved his hand, "Yes, it's you, don't look around, you are the only ghost here."

She took her eyes away from the display screen and tried to look up, but she didn't see anyone, or any movement.

But on the camera, the boy stopped those suspicious movements, his eyes were blank, and he walked towards the camera step by step—or in other words, he walked towards Xia Xun...

His lips moved as if to say something.

But Xia Xun couldn't hear...

That's right, the way she can pass through is just the 24 F2 ZA lens in her hand, and the microphone used by the camera for sound recording cannot record the voice of the dead.However, Xia Xun could feel that whenever the boy opened and closed his mouth, there was a cool wind blowing over his neck.

On the display screen, the boy's hand was slowly raised, leaving the field of view that the camera could record.Suddenly, Xia Xun felt her body cool down... She immediately lowered the camera, and her guess came true, because the boy really reached out and touched her.

"I'm hungry." Immediately, the clean but cold voice of a teenager entered Xia Xun's mind.

"I have buns..." Xia Xun immediately replied subconsciously.

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(Thank you readers for your tolerance.

By the way, I have more than ten leaders, when will you show the author the women's clothing? )

Chapter 111: A Wish for Others

In this matter, Xia Xun did not lie, she did bring some buns.

Now, in the camera bag on her back, she didn’t actually pack all her belongings into it. Before she left, she had already put the heavy and large lens in the twirling bag, so she left a space and packed a lot of it for lunch food.

Five types of fresh berries, grilled salmon slices, small breads, etc.

I just don't know if this ghost wants to have lunch with him.

Right now—this is probably the first time Xia Xun has been touched by a ghost, and it really doesn't feel very good... The coolness rushes through his whole body, but it's not what the skin feels, but the soul hidden in the flesh and blood body.Not only that, if Xia Xun hadn't relied on the God of Soap Bubbles and experienced death himself, he might have slipped away quickly...

Chatting with ghosts is quite scary...

But at present, this boy-like ghost has no intention of harming Xia Xun yet. He just uses his illusory hand to pass through her thigh, as if he is still surprised by something.