The hand that catches the ghost trembles slightly

What the hell? ! !

Xia Yu felt a twitch on her back, and couldn't help but want to back away, but was firmly held in place by the girl.

The girl actually looked no different from ordinary people. If the hostess could see her from the beginning, how could she be so perfectly disguised that even Zhu Junyang didn't see anything unusual?

Seeing her suspicion, the girl asked softly, "You don't believe me?"

"That's it..." Xia Yu said, "It's not that I don't believe you, it's that I have a shadow in my heart... I encountered something before, the most innocent and helpless girl is the final big boss... So I can't It's so easy to trust you..."

The girl said: "It doesn't matter, anyway, you are the one who died, not me, so you can do whatever you want. But—" She changed the subject when she said this, "I don't care whether you discuss it with your master after you go back; Tell others that you must not reveal my location, otherwise I will pull you as a backup before I die."

Xia Yu nodded repeatedly with her eyes wide open.

The girl let go of her hand, and said in her ear: "Be careful~ don't let others find out..." A whispered word, the tone changed a few times, and a creepy song came out. melody.

Xia Yu nodded desperately, not daring to vent her breath, and ran out of the closet even scrambling.

The cramped feeling disappeared instantly, as did the feeling of being targeted by a poisonous snake on his back.

Xia Yu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and didn't want to stay here any longer.

Keeping the girl's words in mind, she poked out half of her face from the door, looked around, but found no one.

It was already late at night, and the villa fell into a deep sleep with the visitors, and the dim light in the corridor was projected on the wooden floor.

She took a step forward without making any sound, then immediately stopped and looked around, for fear that someone would suddenly appear from somewhere.

At the back is the terrace that the big girl in opera loves. The glass door on the top is not closed, and the wind blows the curtain made of white gauze there, revealing a vague white shadow inside.

Xia Yu took a step back, blinked her eyes, and when she looked over again, she could only see tables, chairs and railings on the terrace.

The white curtains fluttered up and down, like the flexible sleeves of an opera singer in a dream.

There was no one up there.

It was definitely not her mistake just now...

Xia Yu's heart became restless.

After all, the girl reminded her repeatedly not to let anyone find out, was that white shadow just a human or a ghost? Which faction does he belong to?

She ran quickly along the corridor and finally arrived at Zhu Junyang's room safely.

He didn't even knock on the door, and just passed through the door. Zhu Junyang was lying on the bed with the bedside lamp still on, as if he was waiting for her to come back.

As soon as he saw her, Zhu Junyang waved: "You're back? What's in the cabinet?"

Xia Yu sat down on the other side of the bed, pretending deeply, "You might not believe me, but there is a big living person in the closet."

Zhu Junyang said: "Don't be a fool. I heard light breathing inside before, so I let you in."

"Ah..." Xia Yu lowered her head in disappointment, her tone of voice no longer cheered like before, and even her bright eyes dimmed, "The one in the cabinet is the hostess' daughter, that is, the one we just arrived at the villa to sit in that day. The girl on the windowsill on the second floor."

"About why she was hiding in the closet... She said she was hiding from her mother... No... She said that woman was not her mother... You may be a bit messy when I say that, I will tidy it up for you. I It took a total of ten minutes to go in, and I knew the following points in total—”

"One, she can see me; two, she said that the hostess can also see me; three, she won't let me reveal her location; four, it's dangerous here; five, she has the ability to pull us to death together. End of speech. "

Zhu Junyang was thoughtful: "According to what she said...is there something wrong with that woman?"

Xia Yu: "Then here comes the question, how did she see it?"

Zhu Junyang didn't think for a few seconds before he came up with the answer: "It's very simple, she must have some way to prove that the hostess has a problem."

Xia Yu: "...After a long circle, I feel that you are talking nonsense..."

Zhu Junyang gave her a brainstorm.

"Oh!" Xia Yu covered her head, tears streaming down her eyes.

Zhu Junyang was startled, and stood up directly from the bed, stretched out his hand to wipe her tears, but didn't know whether to do it, and was very at a loss: "I didn't use much strength... Hey... you Are you okay?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo......" Xia Yu whimpered, wiping tears with his intact hand, "You Huang Shiren... I worked so hard to find out information, and almost never returned, but you still beat me ..."

She spat in Zhu Junyang's direction: "You fight... Even if you kill me, I will not give in to evil forces like you! One day, you landlord class will fall under the footsteps of the revolution. !"

Zhu Junyang paused for half of his raised hand, then dropped it naturally.

……

The next morning, the restaurant.

Zhu Junyang was still sitting at the end, and next to them was the familiar combination of old grandpa and young male ghost.

The male ghost was stunned when he saw Xia Yu, and asked concerned: "What's wrong with you? Did something happen last night?"

Xia Yu covered her dark left eye socket, and looked at Zhu Junyang next to her with the other eye.

Zhu Junyang ate breakfast gracefully.

She shivered, turned around and replied, "Nothing... I lost the landlord fight last night."

The male ghost with a black question mark face: "Will you be beaten if you lose in a card game?"

Xia Yu nodded sadly: "Yes, I will definitely study hard when I go back, and strive to successfully pull the landlord down one day!"

"Hmph." Zhu Junyang sneered.

The male ghost went back and whispered to the old man in a half-understanding manner. Xia Yu wiped his left eye socket, and the right eye socket, which felt intact, also started to ache.

After the meal, the hostess took the lead to speak again: "Thank you for helping me solve this serious problem, but the female ghost singing opera is gone, and I still have paper clothes in my closet...I'm afraid it's here to do evil. There is more than one ghost..."

Xia Yu poked Zhu Junyang, and asked her in a low voice: "Hey, the little sister who sings the opera was "clicked" by you—" She made a gesture with her hands folded, "Have you been 'clicked' by you?"

Zhu Junyang looked at the blue sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and replied, "In theory, it should be like this."

"Actually?"

"Actually..." Zhu Junyang glanced around, walked secretly on everyone, and then said, "No one really knows."

Xia Yu suddenly remembered the white shadow she saw on the balcony after going out last night.After going back, he patronized Pi and forgot to tell Zhu Junyang about it.

She described the situation at that time, and Zhu Junyang smacked his lips: "It seems that even if he didn't die, he was seriously injured."

A group of people on the other side had already decided to look in the wardrobe in the hostess' room, and they all stood up and prepared to leave the restaurant.

Zhu Junyang also stood up, walked quickly to the hostess, and said to her: "I have some private matters, I want to leave for a few days, I wonder if I can?"

The hostess grabbed the hand on the back of the chair for a moment, covered her red lips with her hand, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhu was joking, although you have received a deposit, I will not restrict your freedom because of it."

Zhu Junyang said: "I have no such intention, I just want to ask for your permission first."

The woman nodded: "Sir, please go ahead."

Zhu Junyang turned his head and left. When passing by Xia Yu, she winked at her. Xia Yu secretly gave her an "ok" sign, and then watched her walk out of the hall.

The hostess said to the rest of the people: "Everyone, please follow me." Then she led a large group of people to the hall, and then walked out from the hall.

Xia Yu secretly followed behind the male ghost, looking for an opportunity to submit a team application.

A person walking in front asked, "What are you doing, Madam, walking outside?"

The hostess explained with a smile: "There is a two-story building behind the villa. My husband and I live there on weekdays."

Xia Yu put on a wooden face.

The hobbies of rich people are really special. They live in such a big house for their daughter and servants, and they live in a small house behind them with their husband.

The small villa and this big villa are in the same yard, and the small villa is at the back, just blocked by the big villa, so when they came, they didn't realize that there was actually a house behind them.

Everyone walked around the small garden, and they heard a loud noise from the door after not walking far.

Everyone stopped to watch, only to see a puff of white smoke continuously coming out from the gate not far away, blocking everyone's sight.

"What's going on?" The hostess frowned.

Xia Yu started running towards the door.

Zhu Junyang hadn't left for a long time, so he should have arrived at the door just in time... The smoke might be the danger she encountered! !

Three quarters of the people here cannot see ghosts directly, so they didn't see Xia Yu running out; while other people like the old man who could see ghosts directly chose to be wise and safe, and didn't make a sound.

It was the hostess who was an ordinary person who finally made the decision: "There seems to be something wrong at the door, can you invite all the masters to go and have a look with me?"

They take people's money to eliminate disasters for people, so naturally they don't have any objections.

……

Xia Yu ran fast.

The distance from the garden to the gate was less than 500 meters, and the afterimages of her legs were thrown upside down.

People's explosive power is unlimited, and so are ghosts.

There was a large expanse of white smoke at the door. The night vision she was proud of could penetrate the darkness, but not the smoke.

"Zhu Junyang!!" She rushed directly into the unknown fog, calling Zhu Junyang's name loudly, "Zhu Junyang! Where are you?! Are you okay?!"

There is a suffocating silence in the white mist.

"Zhu Junyang..." There were hot tears gushing out, and her cry also brought a cry, "Zhu Junyang, where are you?!"

A pair of white hands pierced through the white mist, caressed her cheeks, and gently wiped away her tears: "Why are you screaming, I'm not dead yet..."