Laid-off Judge Reemployment

Zhang house.

In the courtyard, Lu Han was squatting and meditating in a place in the northwest corner of the courtyard, when suddenly, the door of the main room was opened.

"what are you doing?"

When Zhang Shu came out with his clothes on, he saw Lu Han squatting in a corner wearing a military overcoat, cowering from the cold, and kept sniffing.

No wonder he didn't ask to go to bed at eight o'clock tonight. While Zhang Shu felt relaxed, he also vaguely felt something was wrong.

"Ah, it's okay, you go back to the house quickly, don't freeze."

The first month just passed, and it was not yet the day to meet the God of Wealth, and Zhang Shu was relatively thin, so Lu Han quickly waved his hand to let him into the house.

"What are you doing squatting there?"

Instead of going back to the house, Zhang Shu walked towards him with his slippers on.

"Well, is this the dry toilet in the original courtyard?"

Lu Han stretched out his hand and gestured for the area where he was squatting.

"I don't know about that. There should have been dry toilets in the Qing Dynasty, but as early as my ancestors had already bought flush toilets from foreign companies. It's been decades or hundreds of years. Who knows what happened back then. "

Zhang Shu frowned and said, he didn't understand why Lu Han was suddenly interested in his family's original system.

"It should be that the dry toilets in the general courtyard are built here."

Lu Han nodded thoughtfully. In the pre-toilet era, the shabby households who lived in large courtyards usually went to official huts on the street. Only wealthy families with single courtyards would build dry toilets in their own homes, so as to save them from having stomach discomfort in the middle of the night. I have to queue up outside the official hut on the street like a grandson to go to the toilet.

"This place should be the financial position of this courtyard. Most people will choose this place when they build thatched huts."

Lu Han stretched out his hand and drew a circle where he was squatting, pointing to the range in the circle and said.

"Why are you suddenly interested in feng shui?" Zhang Shu was a little puzzled. Their department was busy with the promotion of Jin Wenling's new film these days, so they didn't pay special attention to Lu Han's affairs.

"Ah, it's nothing, Brother Liu begged me to do something."

Lu Han said casually, and used the twigs he picked up casually to draw a line in the area he had designated.

"Wait a minute, what is this?"

Zhang Shu had sharp eyes, held down Lu Han's hand, and reached out to sweep away the soft soil that he had been poking open with a branch.

This place was originally the location of the flower garden, but because of the season, professional garden designers have not been hired to plant and maintain it this year. A plane formed by a flat compound soil.

At the spot where Lu Han poked, there was a faded and old ribbon-like thing, which was entangled by a twig in his hand.

"The case of hiding a corpse in the old house?! Ahhhhh Zhang Shu help me."

Lu Han, who was so big, suddenly jumped up like a frightened civet cat, and jumped behind Zhang Shu.

"..., how did you get here in the underworld all these years?"

Zhang Shu sighed, then squatted down and pushed away the floating dirt on the small pit with his hands.

When his hand touched the ribbon, several phosphorescent scale-like patterns suddenly appeared on the back of his white hand.

"Your ghost mother physique has awakened?"

Lu Han stopped playing tricks, and stretched out his hand to help Zhang Shu, protecting him behind his back.

Zhang Shu's ghost mother physique automatically emerged when encountering supernatural phenomena to protect his human body, which proves—that ribbon is not clean?

"Go back to the hall first."

"Let me accompany you, you have seen it, I am not completely powerless."

Zhang Shu didn't listen to him, but knelt down to dig with him.

Soon, at the end of the ribbon, they dug out a strand of human hair, and this was not the scariest thing, the most creepy thing was that the strand of human hair seemed to be buried deeper , growing on top of something!

"It's not convenient to use your hands any further. I'll get the Luoyang shovel." Zhang Shu said in a deep voice.

"Take care of this place. If Broad Bean comes out, don't let him touch it." Zhang Shu walked a few steps into the house, then turned around and ordered that this place is still some distance from their bedroom, but far from Broad Bean's baby. The living room is relatively close, so Zhang Shu trotted to get tools from the storage room, while making up his mind to put broad beans in the master bedroom to sleep at night.

"Hey, you also eat salty radish and don't worry about it."

Lu Han grabbed the dry hair, and said sullenly, he didn't know what would happen if Zhang Shu found out the true face of Broad Bean, but judging by his manly eyes, he might feel the contrast was cute.

Just when Lu Han was flying wild, suddenly, he felt his hand tighten, and looked down, that piece of dry human hair was wrapped around his wrist at some point!