The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

He backed up while covering his ears, until he reached the stone steps leading to the yard under the main entrance of the main room, and was forced to sit down because the back of his feet hit the stone steps.

Liu Hao is like a repeater, even if he is standing far away, his voice seems to grow in his ears, and the voice can be transported to his ears with a single mouth.

Song Nan yelled uncomfortably, he didn't know if it was miserably or too loudly, but in short, Liu Hao's repeater-like voice disappeared.

"Everyone who dies will feel unwilling." Song Nan closed his eyes for a while before leaning on the stone steps and slowly said, "No one feels that they deserve to die, and the 70-year-old man suffering from cancer is no exception. Fate, if you are unwilling, you will not be able to live again."

"But I don't deserve to die..." Liu Hao's tone suddenly became sad, with a hint of unwillingness and sadness as if he had suffered all kinds of grievances, "At least it shouldn't be now..."

Song Nan stared at the translucent afterimage under the sunlight. Liu Hao's face was penetrated by the sunlight, and the expression on his face could not be seen, but his voice was weak. Song Nan could feel the pain spreading all over his body when he said this. pain.

Song Nan has encountered many ghosts, and he also knows that many people who have just died will feel unwilling and wander blindly in the world, but they will still leave in the end.

But Liu Hao was different from the ghosts he had seen in the past, he was the only one who could talk to him, and it might be because of this that Song Nan couldn't express the great truths in his heart.

"You said that everyone has their own fate," Liu Hao walked towards him step by step, the pain in his tone was overwhelmed by anger, "Then tell me, so many people in Heishuiwan are fine, why is it just me... should I... ..."

Before Liu Hao finished speaking, the translucent shadow disappeared from Song Nan's face out of thin air.

His hands supporting the stone steps trembled slightly. Just now, he thought Liu Hao would eat him. Although he didn't know if ghosts could eat people, but Liu Hao's ferocious expression when he approached him just now was consistent with his stepping on his feet. At that time, the coolness that kept spreading into his body made Song Nan feel afraid.

It wasn't like the fear he had when he grabbed his arm before, and when Liu Hao suddenly came to him from the gate of the courtyard and forced himself to face him face to face, but frightened.

Just now, the memory of the eight-year-old year gushed out like a tide, occupying the memory of his entire brain, and he thought he was in trouble again.

Song Nan raised his slightly trembling hand and pressed his heart. His heart was jumping a little too frequently due to fear, and there was no sign of Liu Hao in his field of vision. Song Nan exhaled fiercely, and fell back on the stone steps slumped .

Just as soon as he lay down, he was startled by the sound of a loud car horn and sat up from the stone steps.

At some point, the black Land Rover drove into the courtyard as if no one else was there. The car had already turned off, but Song Nan didn't know anything about it. He stared blankly at the huge monster less than two meters away from him, before he could react again. , The line of sight fixed on the front of the Land Rover was blocked by a piece of white.

Song Nan frowned, raised his hand and pressed on his temple, his eyes slowly moved up along the white in front of his eyes, jumped over his waist, abdomen, chest and neck, and finally stayed on Fengyue's face with the light behind him.

Although Fengyue was behind the light, his face was full of expression, cold with faint anger, his eyes looked at him for a moment, and he said, "Are you okay?"

Song Nan felt that he might have just been frightened and his brain turned a little slowly, so the recognition was a bit off.Fengyue's expression showed that he was angry without any concealment, but why?

Breaking into someone's house without permission, and seeing the owner lying on the stone steps like the rest of his life, so angry?

This is the only point that Song Nan can think of to make Fengyue angry at this time. Although this point is quite weird after careful study, his brain circuit after being frightened just now didn't turn so fast, so naturally he didn't expect this point to be so serious. It's weird, so he just stared blankly at the person in front of him, his mind went down for a moment.

Feng Yue frowned, seeing his sluggish face, bent slightly, ready to reach out to give him a hand.

Song Nan hadn't recovered from the fright, so he dodged to the side reflexively. After dodging, he suddenly realized that this person was Feng Yue, a real person!Not Liu Hao!It's not a ghost either!

Song Nan let out a long breath with his head tilted, and then stood up slowly while supporting the stone steps. Maybe he was a little anxious when he got up, his feet were weak and his head was still dizzy, but fortunately, a hand quickly reached out to his waist With a little help, Song Nan didn't just stand up and lie down again.

"Are you okay?" Feng Yue asked again.

Song Nan waved his hands and then shook his head. After the dizziness subsided, his first reaction was to turn his head and look around.

Nothing on the stone bench, nothing at the door of the house, nothing at the gate of the courtyard, and nothing beside the door of the Land Rover except Pei Guang who was taking things out.

Song Nan let out a long sigh of relief, and said cheerfully, "It's okay."

"Your complexion is not very good." Feng Yue stared at his slightly pale lips and said.

"Hypoglycemia." Song Nan said something nonsense, squinting his eyes and holding the hand on his waist.

Feng Yue withdrew his hands behind his back without showing any traces, and imitated Song Nan's appearance. After scanning around the courtyard, he stopped on the snakeskin bag on the ground, "The weather is good recently."

Although Song Nan had no education and no education, he could tell that his words were obviously looking for something to say.

He didn't turn his head around for a while because he was frightened before, but now that he has recovered, when he sees these two people in a car, his head is full of black question marks.

"You..." Before Song Nan finished speaking, he saw Pei Guang walking towards them with something like a travel bag, his eyes lingered on the bag for a moment, and he frowned slightly, "What's the matter?"

"Maybe I have to disturb you for a few days." Pei Guang put the bag on the stone table, took out a cigarette and handed it over, smiling.

Pei Guang wore an iron-gray shirt and black suit pants today, and his hair was fixed behind his head with hairspray. When he handed over the cigarette, he could faintly smell the faint scent of perfume emanating from the cuffs, which was similar to the embarrassment in the rain and the after-rain. The image of wearing a flowered shirt and flowered pants is like a different person. Song Nan struggled for a long time in his poor vocabulary, and finally racked his brains to find out only the word "exquisite" to describe it.

Song Nan didn't take the cigarette he handed over, and swept it across his smiling face with a puzzled expression, and finally stopped on Feng Yue who was already sitting on the stone bench.

Feng Yue's hair is much simpler than Pei Guang's. It's probably just cut, and it's a little short. The green skin above the ears is exposed, and the stubble on the top is not too long. This hairstyle is a bit elegant. Fortunately, Fengyue's face shape and facial features are quite good, and with this hairstyle, he looks cold and resolute.

Compared with Pei Guang's attire, Feng Yue looked too casual, with white linen cotton half-length sleeves paired with a pair of cropped slacks of the same color, and a pair of cloth shoes of the same color on his feet?

Song Nan thought he was mistaken, and stared at the upper for a few seconds before confirming that it was indeed a pair of cloth shoes. Then he saw that the buttons on his cotton short sleeves on his upper body were twisted, and Song Nan quickly put them on. He took back the word "at will" he just said.

If it weren't for the fact that one was still smiling in a cheap floral shirt and floral pants, and the other was wearing a ball uniform and sports shorts of extremely shabby colors and styles, and still had a calm look on his face, Song Nan would really have seen them today. They would think that the two of them are usually high-end goods who live a particularly delicate life.

Exquisite fart, it looks like two pretenders.

A trace of disdain flashed across Song Nan's face, and he remembered the last time when the two said they wanted to contract the reservoir, his eyes slanted and he glanced at the Land Rover parked at the gate of the courtyard unintentionally. Put these two people into the "liar" industry by 40.00%.

The car and the clothes on the body are just a disguise as a rich person. When they moved to the town from Heishuiwan, some people came here under various banners to do all kinds of publicity, and finally they were taken away by the police. Know that those business people who look good and drive small cars are just members of a large MLM organization.

Although Song Nan is uneducated, he has been running in the society since he was a teenager, and he has met quite a few people. If it is really a big boss who wants to talk about business, even if he is drowned, it is impossible to wear his clothes. A street stall that is insulated from the word "big boss" in terms of appearance and temperament.

The key is to dress so calmly, not even paying back the price when you buy it, isn't it just to show that you are really rich?

Thinking of this, Song Nan raised the 40.00% in his heart to 60.00%, and looked at Pei Guang and Fengyue with contempt.

Pei Guang was rejected and received contempt in Song Nan's eyes, and his expression was a little dazed.But after getting in touch with Song Nan once, he probably already figured out the character of this man, he is a rebellious young man who is withdrawn, loves money, and refuses to be a good person.

Who hasn't rebelled in the sixteenth and seventeenth years? Rebellion is called youth. Pei Guang looked back at Song Nan sympathetically, and blinked back to him with an expression of "I understand".

Song Nan frowned, and twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking that this person is crazy?

Actually flirting with him? ? ?

Song Nan was so surprised that he didn't remember when such a word came into his poor vocabulary. Feng Yue, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke.

"You should be fine recently, right?"

"Why?" Song Nan gave him a wary look.

"I want your help." Pei Guang said with a smile, as if he suddenly remembered something, he took out his wallet without counting, and casually took out a small stack of "red crucian carp" and put it on the stone table, "Of course, we all Knowing the market, busy is not for nothing."

Song Nan glanced at the stone table, and the count was quite a lot, roughly one or two thousand.

I'm really willing to spend my money, Song Nan thought.

Song Nan didn't take the money on the table, he bypassed Pei Guang and continued to collect the tobacco on the rope, "It won't cost so much to lead the way."

"Not only leading the way." Pei Guang said and glanced at Fengyue, seeing that he didn't intend to speak, so he had to continue, "You know, we want to contract that reservoir."

"I can't help you with this job." Song Nan squeezed the tobacco in the bag, took another bunch from the rope, and said, "I'm not a contractor."

"It's okay." Pei Guang walked to him, took the tobacco from his hand and helped him put it into a bag, and said with a smile, "You know the contractor, don't you?"

Before the words "I don't know" came out of Song Nan's mouth, Feng Yue, who was swiping his mobile phone on the stone bench beside him, suddenly interrupted him.

"We just need your help to take the lead. As for the rest, we will talk about it ourselves."

Song Nan had to swallow his refusal when he glanced at the small wad of banknotes on the corner of the stone table. He glanced at Feng Yue carefully, and then turned his head to look at Pei Guang.

Pei Guang nodded at him, "You really can't help anything else."

Song Nan clicked his tongue twice, walked back to the stone table, picked up the small wad of money and counted it, it was about the same as his estimate, no more, no less, exactly two thousand.

So much for just leading the way?

Song Nan couldn't help being suspicious again, looking back and forth between the two people's faces, Pei Guang thought he thought he was short of money, and said angrily, "Don't talk too much, it's already ten times the price of leading the way." .”

"Okay." Song Nan put the money in his trouser pocket, "But the ugliness is mentioned earlier, as I told you before, the reservoir has a permanent contractor, and it is impossible to outsource it. You should be prepared to fail."

"You don't need to worry about that." Fengyue never left the phone screen, and his index finger scratched and pulled on it, "Also, what you said couldn't have been half a month ago, maybe it's more likely , now..." Looking up, he gave Song Nan a rare smile, "But I can't tell."

Feng Yue spoke very firmly, which Song Nan interpreted from his tone.

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