The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

"This land is where I was born, where I grew up, and where I stayed for 20 years." Because Liu Hao's body is transparent, the movement of supporting the stone table made most of his arms fall from the stone table. The tabletop penetrated to the bottom, and he didn't seem to mind it, he still tremblingly said, "You said I should go where I should go, but this is my home! I am from here! I belong to Here! I'm not going anywhere!"

Because Liu Hao was excited, he obviously didn't want to suppress his voice anymore, which made Feng Yue frowned displeased, and turned his head to look at the window on the second floor.

"You should have been home more than once, right?" Feng Yue took a rare cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, turned his upper body slightly so that his back leaned against the edge of the stone table, his left thumb and index finger lightly Twirling the cigarette butt, with a casual expression but an unusually cold tone, "You should have a lot of things you want to tell your parents, such as the real cause of your death, such as how eager you are to return to them... can they hear? ?”

A deadly silence spread between the person and the ghost. Liu Hao tried hard to make a fist, but his fingers passed through the palm because of the transparency, and he couldn't even make a simple fist.

Feng Yue flicked the cigarette ash gently with his fingertips, looked up at Liu Hao, with a calm expression, "You are different from them, and you can't even communicate with them. You say you belong here, and this alone is enough to prove This is not where you should be."

"I..." Liu Hao opened his mouth, but he couldn't even utter a rebuttal.

Feng Yue pointedly revealed the truth in front of him, and put it in front of him bloody, so that he couldn't even find the right language to convince himself of the last reason.

"One year." Feng Yue took a puff of cigarette, glanced over the window frame on the second floor, and slowly exhaled the smoke circle, "Even if you don't want to leave now, at most you can only stay here Stay for one year, even if you don't want to leave after one year, you have to go."

"Why can Cui Pengfei stay for so long?" Liu Hao asked.

Feng Yue frowned, which was exactly what he was wondering about. He originally thought that Cui Pengfei was the same as him, but after contacting him last night, Feng Yue found that there seemed to be a big difference.

"You are different." Feng Yue didn't know what to say to the young man in front of him, so he had to reply ambiguously.

"We are all ghosts, what's the difference?" Liu Hao obviously couldn't understand this matter, "If he can stay forever, so can I."

"Do you want to live in hatred forever like Cui Pengfei?" Feng Yue gave Liu Hao a sharp look, and directly wiped out the cigarette butt that was still burning in his hand with his fingertips, which was still red a second ago The spark of light lost its life in a second.

Liu Hao took a step back subconsciously, his translucent legs hit the stone bench, and passed through the middle of the stone bench.

"Think about it for yourself." Feng Yue flicked his fingertips lightly, and flicked half of the cigarette butt in his hand into the plastic bucket against the wall. In our place, a life pays for a life. The matter has come to this point. The living should repent all the time, and the dead should also look away. If you don’t like him, I have no choice but to give you a ride myself. .”

When Liu Hao heard the last sentence, he couldn't help shaking his clasped hands, and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"

Feng Yue slowly raised his head to look towards the sky, and after a while, he said softly, "A person who is a hundred times more capable than you, killing you is as simple as crushing an ant, but a lonely person."

……

Terrified, Song Nan took a battle shower in the bathroom on the second floor. When Zhang He put on his clothes and went out, Zhang He was still curled up on the sofa and snoring. Song Nan couldn't hold back and kicked him on the leg. He bounced off the sofa like a frightened bird, holding his head as if he was about to crawl under the coffee table, shouting as he drilled, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, don't mess with me..."

Song Nan: "..."

Thinking of Zhang He's previous virtue of walking sideways on the street and his current cowardly demeanor, Song Nan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After Zhang He held his head against the floor and shook for more than ten seconds, he heard laughter and slowly raised his face to look in the direction of the sound source. Song Nan tore off the towel on his head and threw it at him in balls. On the half of Zhang He's raised face.

"Virtue," Song Nan clicked his tongue, and said disdainfully, "You can still sleep, didn't you have a nightmare last night?"

Zhang He took off the towel and looked around, then got up from the ground as if he was relieved, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with the towel, "You fucking scared me to death."

"You'd better be polite to me," Song Nan pointed at him, "Your little life is in my hands now."

Zhang He opened his mouth and wanted to reply, but when the words reached his throat, he choked as if someone had pinched his neck. He didn't know how capable Song Nan was, but his little life was indeed saved by Song Nan last night. That's right.

So even though he was upset about Song Nan's semi-threatening words, it was true at the moment.

"Song Daxia, from now on you are my big brother." Zhang He wanted to hug his thigh in a particularly flexible gesture, but he didn't mind being ruthlessly avoided by Song Nan, "As long as you help me get through this test, let me give it to you in the future." You can be a cow or a horse."

"It's useless to call him grandpa," Song Nan knew the nature of this person. He could sleep peacefully even after death-defying ghosts came to his door. Song Nan didn't expect such a person to be a cow to him, let alone such a person. It's not that he has the final say, "If I can have the final say, you should pay for your life."

Zhang He showed embarrassment, "Aren't you embarrassing others? I have deeply reflected on it. Besides, it is true that I have not slept well or eaten well in the past few years because of this matter."

Song Nan still had doubts about Zhang He's words, but Cui Pengfei hadn't appeared since being taken away by Feng Yue last night. In the past, ghosts came to him and asked him to find a ghost that disappeared. It's really difficult.

Maybe you can ask Fengyue?

This idea was rejected by Song Nan himself as soon as it came out. Fengyue has been pretending to be an outsider just because he doesn't want people to know that he can see ghosts. If he asks rashly, let Fengyue know that he knows his secret. , Fengyue will not directly participate in the pick?

This is how people are. When they are short of money, they want to rob the bank every day. If they really let him do it, they dare not. But if there is someone who wants to rob the bank like you at this time, you may have an extra partner for no reason. With confidence, maybe you can get a vote.

It’s also like walking alone at night, always worrying about something suddenly running out in front of you to scare yourself, and afraid of something suddenly running out behind you to scare yourself, but if two people walk together, these worries and fears will be relatively halved or even become nothing. .

Song Nan is like this. He is the only one who can see ghosts. When he sees ghosts, he hides and runs away. Now that he knows that there is another person like him in this world, he suddenly feels that ghosts are not too scary. .

But this matter obviously cannot be asked directly, how should I ask better?

Song Nan thought about it for a long time but didn't understand it, but when he was about to go downstairs to get some breakfast, he bumped into Feng Yue who was going up the stairs. He had a face-to-face meeting as soon as he learned about this person's secret. The man's guilty little heart beat wildly involuntarily.

In order to hide his guilty conscience, Song Nan had no choice but to find something to say with a grin, "You woke up really early."

"You got up quite early." Feng Yue stopped and replied.

Song Nan twitched the corner of his mouth, "Well, do you want to eat something for breakfast?"

"Whatever." Feng Yue said.

Song Nan: "... Where can I buy two drawers of steamed buns at the street corner?"

"can."

Song Nan was in trouble again, and always felt that he should say something more so as not to continue to feel guilty, but he seemed to have nothing to say!

The two of them just stood at the stairway, deadlocked in silence, and Song Nan felt that the guilt and embarrassment that had been so hard to subside because of those few words just now were about to rise up again.

"Didn't you mean to buy steamed buns?" Feng Yue looked at him, "Aren't you going down?"

"Ah," Song Nan was reminded by him, and then he realized that the two of them went up and down and blocked the wooden stairs. The one who went up couldn't go up, and the one who went down couldn't go down. A little bit, "...I'm going."

Seeing Fengyue staggered him and went upstairs, Song Nan held his chest and let out a breath, and wanted to talk to him, how can he talk to him when he has a guilty conscience before he gets to the point?

"By the way..." Song Nan was stopped by Feng Yue who suddenly turned back behind him before he could breathe out completely.

As soon as the three souls returned to their positions, they were frightened out. He tried his best to correct his expression and forced himself not to shout out. He supported the wall and turned his face back to Fengyue with a polite smile, "What?"

"Let Zhang He go home first, and then go to Liu Hao's house after breakfast." Feng Yue said, "This matter must be settled as soon as possible, and I have to go back to class in the afternoon."

Go to Liu Hao's house?Is it the solution for him to chat with Liu Hao down there early in the morning?

Although Song Nan was puzzled in his heart, and even his curiosity kept driving him to ask, but in order not to mess things up, Song Nan forced his curiosity and nodded, "Okay, I listen to you."

Feng Yue raised his eyebrows, "So trust me?"

Song Nan twitched his lips, "After all, I'm still six days away from becoming an adult, and children should listen to adults."

Feng Yue raised his eyebrows noncommittally, turned and entered the room.

Song Nan didn't know what Zhang He told his parents when he got home. Anyway, within half an hour after Zhang He came home, Song Nan heard Uncle Zhang's scolding and crying in his yard.

The scolding should be from Uncle Zhang, the shouting might be from Zhang He impatiently because of the beating, and the crying is undoubtedly from Aunt Zhang.

Huang Diwen put the fritters into the financing and soaked them for three seconds, picked them up and put them in his mouth while chewing, "Uncle Zhang's family hasn't beaten a child for many years."

"Can you swallow it before you talk?" Song Nan glanced at him displeased, and moved his bowl to the side. "The saliva is almost sprayed into my bowl."

"This is soybean milk juice, not saliva." Huang Diwen said as he swallowed the fried dough sticks in his mouth.

Song Nan wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Feng Yue, who was holding a deep-fried dough stick and took a bite for a while.

"Zhang Shuncai often beats children?"

"Beat it, if you don't obey," Huang Diwen said, "Our neighbors on the street have never beaten a child."

"That means you haven't been beaten before, okay?" Song Nan rolled his eyes at him, "You were fucking in school when I was beaten."

"Why did Dad beat you?" Huang Diwen asked curiously.

Song Nan gave him a blank look, gave him an expression that he couldn't bear to recall the past, and then turned to Fengyue, "Went to Liu Hao's house? What are you doing?"

"Explain the reason," Feng Yue said, "As much as Cui Guohua wants, give as much as you want."

"Money?" Song Nan took two seconds to react, "Then if he wants hundreds of millions, he will give it too? What will he give it?"

"I won't ask for so much," Feng Yue said, "Cui Guohua's purpose is not all for money, he just wants an explanation, and it's fine to talk about the matter."

Song Nan looked at Fengyue with disbelief, and said to himself that you can see ghosts just like me, making yourself look like a psychologist, who can analyze Cui Guohua's psychology?

Song Nan saw Cui Guohua's aggressive disturbance at Liu Bingcai's house that day. Song Nan had seen many people, and he could tell at a glance with Cui Guohua that if he wanted the truth, he couldn't afford less money.

So Song Nan was skeptical about Feng Yue's inference, "Cui Guohua told you?"

"I don't even know him." Feng Yue said very naturally.

Then what are you talking about, Song Nan cursed in his heart, and turned a corner and said, "The truth is that the Liu family has already lost their life, and Liu Bingcai, the insurer, is still asking for money from the Cui family because of this, not to mention ghosts and gods. In their minds, they don’t believe 100% of what they said, and if they ask me for a sign one second for the sake of money, it may be that science is paramount.”

How could Fengyue not understand this truth, he took a sip of soy milk from the bowl, and said casually, "Then let the two of them get rid of it, and Zhang He's family will give as much as they should."

Song Nan frowned, "If he wants a lot, how can Uncle Zhang have so much money!"

"I haven't paid him all the money for the reservoir. If he wants to rent it, he can sell it directly. His share alone is more than half. I calculated it, and the money should be quite a lot," Feng Yue said after a pause, "There is also a large red maple forest in Yinshan Mountain. Zhang Shuncai has no choice but to sell it for the sake of his son."

Feng Yue spoke calmly, but Song Nan was thrilled to hear it. This time, he had made up his mind from the very beginning. Anything that helped Zhang He get out of the ghost's claws was a fucking lie to the ghost, mainly because of the reservoir!

So why do you say that profiteers and profiteers are all profiteers and businessmen? At this time, they are still thinking about the land.

[The author has something to say]: Correct the typo