The villain was shocked: his mother used a ghost to coax the child

In the end, Liang Changan repeatedly assured that he would never let down the words virtue and righteousness again.

I stayed in Deyi College.

After supplying Wu’s Tofu Shop for so long, she has also earned a considerable income.

Although bamboo paper is very easy to use, the production process is complicated after all.

Wen Qingliu built a small hut near the school and told the students to put the discarded paper in this hut.

If it is something important like an article you created yourself.

Just keep it for yourself and don't put it in the hut.

But after all, there is ink on the used papers, and they can only be reused a few times.

Therefore, bamboo paper should continue to be produced.

"Jiaojiao, why are you here?"

"Qingliu, is it okay for me to stay at your house for two days?"

Wen Qingliu nodded when he saw her panic.

"Of course, but what happened to you? Did the dog chase you?"

Feng Jiaojiao shook her head and said, "It's not a dog, it's a ghost. I think I encountered a ghost."

Hearing this, Wen Qingliu's face turned serious and he pulled him to sit down.

"Don't worry, tell me what happened in detail."

"It's like this, the house next to my house is still empty, I want to buy it, in case Wanwan doesn't live well after getting married."

"I bought her a house so she feels confident..."

That day, Feng Jiaojiao and the broker pushed open the door of the next room together.

There is a big peach tree planted in the yard, even though no one has lived in the house for many years.

No one has taken care of the peach tree for a long time.

But the peach blossoms are still blooming.

It was just that the weather was a bit gloomy on the day we went to see the house.

I went there in the afternoon again, and the weather was actually a bit cold, so I just took a quick look around and went home.

I plan to choose a warmer day to observe it more carefully.

As a result, when Feng Jiaojiao returned home that night, she could always hear a woman crying in her sleep.

At first I thought it was Luliu Taohong crying, but when I asked the next morning

Both said they did not cry.

Lvliu looked at Feng Jiaojiao with some concern.

"Madam, are you hallucinating because you've been working too hard lately?"

"Would you like me to get some tranquilizers?"

Feng Jiaojiao waved her hand and said, "No need. Maybe it's just like what you said. I didn't get enough rest."

"I'm going to catch up on my sleep, you guys go about your business."

When she was sleeping during the day, she would not hear any crying, whether there were people around or not.

But at night, she could always hear the sound of soft sobbing.

Taohong Luliu was very worried and prescribed tranquilizers, but the lady's condition did not improve.

Wen Qingliu asked, "Then why didn't you come to see me?"

Feng Jiaojiao said: "You are usually very busy. This ghost just disturbed me and prevented me from sleeping well. It's nothing."

"If you didn't mean to kill me for money, I wouldn't have come to bother you."

Wen Qingliu's face was serious and he raised his hand and held Feng Jiaojiao's hand.

"Ghosts can't stay around living people, otherwise the negative energy in them will affect people."

At this point, Wen Qingliu's expression paused.

Although Feng Jiaojiao spoke very logically, there was not even a trace of negative energy in her.

"You can stay at my house tonight, and I'll go with you tomorrow to see what the house is like."

Feng Jiaojiao nodded repeatedly. It would be great to have Qingliu's help.

The next afternoon Wen Qingliu went to the next house with him.

But the house was for sale, and without a broker, they didn't have the key and couldn't get in.

So the broker also went over there.

The broker's surname is Yao, and he is a big and strong man.

"Ma'am, our house is in a great location."

"The previous owner's requirement was that the price should not be less than one thousand taels of silver."

Wen Qingliu held Feng Jiaojiao's arm affectionately.

She said coquettishly, "Sister, I really like this house. Why don't we buy this one?"

Feng Jiaojiao was a little surprised. Was this person here to help her?

Although she had doubts in her heart, she still cooperated and spoke.

"Okay, since you like it, let's buy this."

In a corner where no one was paying attention, Yao Yaren's face froze.

When Feng Jiaojiao looked over, his face was smiling again.

"Madam, I think the price of this house is a bit expensive. I have a lot of good houses. How about I take you to have a look?"

Feng Jiaojiao looked at Wen Qingliu.

The latter shook Feng Jiaojiao's arm in dissatisfaction.

"Sister, I just want this house."

"Then take this."

Yao Yaren was so anxious that a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Girls, I can't take money that goes against my conscience. To tell you the truth, this house is actually a haunted house."

Before Feng Jiaojiao could say anything, Wen Qingliu pretended to be surprised.

"No way, such a beautiful place, could it be a haunted house?"

"Is this really a haunted house, or is someone deliberately playing tricks?"

“It’s really a haunted house.”

Yao Yaren wiped the sweat from his forehead and spoke nervously.

Wen Qingliu's tone turned cold.

"If this is really a haunted house, then why didn't I see any ghosts?"

Yao Yaren was stunned. Why did she say something strange?

But now that things have come to this, if he backs down, the tigress will skin him alive when he gets home.

"Girl, you are joking. That is a ghost. How can we living people see it with our naked eyes?"

Wen Qingliu raised his eyebrows and nodded deeply.

"That's true. It turns out that you, Yaoya people, have never seen a ghost."

"In that case, I will be merciful and allow you to see him."

With a flip of his wrist, he called out the ghosts that were still dead in the space.

Then, there was a snap of fingers.

Yao Yaren only felt a flash before his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw a man in strange clothes standing in front of him.

No, it was not a human. He was covered in blood, and what he was holding in his arms was his severed left leg.

The Yaoya people screamed and looked to the side again.

The figure there was headless, his head was at his feet.

Seeing him looking over, the head on the ground smiled at him.

Seventy-one also transformed into the same appearance he had when he died, completely unrecognizable.

It's just a pile of meat standing up.

The Yaoya people were so frightened that they took two steps back and fell to the ground.

Wen Qingliu snapped his fingers again and looked at him innocently.

"What's wrong with you? Isn't this a haunted house? How can it be a haunted house without ghosts?"

"No, it's not a haunted house. I deserve to die. I made it up."

Feng Jiaojiao's face was full of confusion.

"Why would you do such a thing? You can get the money by selling the house."

Yao Yaren's voice trembled: "My wife likes this house, but one thousand taels of silver is too much for our family to afford."

"She asked me to bring people to see it, and then she would dress up as a ghost to scare people at night."

"To create the illusion that this is a haunted house."