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Thinking of the life where he couldn't even afford instant noodles, Zhuang Jiuxi felt countless courage in his heart.

The small manor building at the end of the garden, which was dark and without a trace of light, became taller at this moment.

"Hmph, what's so scary about ghosts? If he dares to kill me, I'll show him how scary poor ghosts are. Who is the scariest ghost!"

The young man rubbed his hands, dragged his suitcase and ran quickly to the villa, "Especially the station master who tricked me into taking the money and running away with the manuscript, when I really do something wrong, I will definitely let him spit out the money that I took. Frighten this wicked ghost into a mental illness."

The more Zhuang Jiuxi thinks about it, the more reasonable he is, "No, no matter what I think, I earn it. I can have 10 yuan when I am alive, and I don't have to pay it back when I die. I am free from now on. No matter how I think about it, I earn money."

With this in mind, he stood in front of the villa and inserted the key.

The moment the door was opened, the whole villa lit up, as if it was full of life, and the voice of the intelligent robot even sounded, "Welcome the master home."

Zhuang Jiu analyzed: "?!!"

There had been a major murder case, and the haunted house that made passers-by so frightened that it was no longer inhabited. He originally thought that it would be empty and empty, but what did he see in front of him?

A more luxurious residence than the six-star presidential suite found on Douyin.

Even the living room is covered with fine and soft carpets. The moment he stepped on them, Zhuang Jiuxi would shed tears. Why is the carpet in other people’s homes softer than his bed... This is really a horrible haunted house that everyone avoids. ?

Perhaps it was only maintained during the day, and there was still a faint fragrance in the air.

He once read it on Douyin, saying that in order to show his style, the super five-star luxury hotel will let the Blue Blood brand customize a fragrance that is exclusive to his hotel brand, so that the guests who stay can start from the smell... just enjoy.

Unexpectedly, the thing about custom fragrance turned out to be real.

At this moment... the faint smell in the air made Zhuang Jiuxi feel that he was not in a haunted house, but in the early morning in Provence, South France, and the fragrance of flowers filled his nostrils.

It smells light and pleasant, but there is no deliberate feeling, just like the real fragrance of nature.

He believed that even a top luxury hotel would not have such a natural fragrance. Is this the world of the rich?

Zhuang Jiuxi continued to walk in, the crystal lamps shining brightly like artistic creations, and the home theater with 3D projections, although there are only three floors in total, yet an elevator was built!

Damn, in the old house he rented, he had to walk on the 10th floor by himself, and the manor villa of the local tyrant had only the third floor, and he used the elevator.

Just a hasty glance, and I felt the aura of hatred for the rich.

But now... all this made him three months of whoring for nothing?Even every two days during the day, someone will come to maintain and clean.

A local tyrant betrayed me to enjoy the luxury of the world?

At this moment, he felt that he was not here to be a test resident of the haunted house... but was dreaming.

However, the hungry stomach rumbling without dinner quickly reminded him that everything was real, not that he was poor and crazy dreaming.

"I don't know if there is anything to eat." He was so poor that he had no money to buy food supplies before moving in. "I hope I can find something to deal with."

Touching his hungry stomach, Zhuang Jiuxi found the kitchen.

The kitchen of the manor is very large. Except for the floor-to-ceiling windows and the door, the remaining three walls are covered with built-in cabinets and refrigerators. The cool white tone and the brand-new kitchen utensils complement each other, which looks like an interstellar movie. High-tech scene.

Especially the [-]-square-meter large refrigerator with four doors, which he had only seen in the news not long ago, seemed to be the latest technology.

But Zhuang Jiuxi tried to feel, look to the left and then to the left, but he couldn't find the handle to open it.

"What's the situation? It can't be voice-activated, can it be said to open it with voice?" He said to himself.

The next second, the refrigerator made a "bang".

The boy was taken aback, and looked at the opened refrigerator door with indescribable shock: "...it's really voice-activated."

Moreover, what surprised him even more was that the food in the refrigerator was stuffed to the brim. Not only was there a complete range of food, but the categories were also exaggerated.

Vegetable area, seafood area, drink area...

And every section is stocked with all kinds of top ingredients, even the drinks section, from natural mineral water and high-end fruit juices sold in limited quantities around the world, to sports drinks endorsed by NBA stars, to ordinary-priced drinks. Fat House Happy Water has everything you expect.

It perfectly takes into account the taste needs of the occupants.

Zhuang Jiuxi was thinking in a daze, living in a haunted house is really cool...

It’s good to have ingredients, and finally don’t have to worry about starving to death.

However, his cooking skills are very poor, so after a short thought, Zhuang Jiuxi carefully chose a simple method: steaming.

When it comes to steaming, people's first thought must be steaming steamed buns, but this is too difficult for the dead house in front of you, so it is not recommended.

Zhuang Jiuxi took out a few king crabs, Australian lobsters, oysters, and tilapia from the seafood cabinet, washed them clean, and stuffed them into the steamer.

A simple and crude seafood feast that can be made in less than an hour.

He brought the dinner to the restaurant on a tray, and sat down at a random place. The fresh and tender lobster meat did not need any seasoning, and the smell of the sea filled his taste buds. After taking a sip of iced Coke, Zhuang Jiuxi immediately squinted in satisfaction. eyes.

Have a good meal.

After he finished his meal, night had completely enveloped the entire valley.

Zhuang Jiuxi took out his notebook from the suitcase and continued to draw.

After all, although he already has a new job, he still only has a little money in his pocket, let alone a buyer, even if he spends 6 yuan in the game, he is reluctant.

Poor!

Still have to continue painting to earn extra money.

The comic he serialized in his hand was not very popular, and it was not interesting to draw it himself. Zhuang Jiuxi drew a paragraph casually, thinking about whether to finish it and change to a new story.

But he has no inspiration.

"Boom—!" "Boom——!"

The antique clock in the living room pointed in the direction of the cross, making a melodious sound, which echoed throughout the manor.

Zhuang Jiuxi put down the mouse, rubbed his sore wrist, and glanced at the time to take a rest. He propped his chin and unconsciously looked out the window to enjoy the scenery.

The golden roses planted in the garden are as flamboyant and charming as ever, and there seems to be a tall and thin figure standing vaguely in the marble gazebo, under the moonlight, it looks even darker and thicker.

wait... anyone? !

The young man shivered, and immediately came to his senses, and when he looked closely, the black shadow had long since disappeared.

As if everything was just an illusion.

"Is it really an illusion?"

He said to himself: "According to the laws of horror movies, shouldn't I run out to find out at this time, and then be hanged on the gazebo by the neck from behind by the ghost?"

"..." Really exciting.

Zhuang Jiuxi pondered for a moment, then poured down a bottle of iced Coke to suppress his shock.

After such an episode, he naturally didn't have the mood to paint any more. In addition, he didn't know if it was getting late, and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped.

a little cold.

The boy got up and put the bowls and chopsticks into the dishwasher.

Outside the window, the black shadow among the flowers grew longer and longer under the moonlight, like a liquid, slowly spreading upward along the vines of the golden rose, and flowing into the dining room bit by bit along the gap in the window.

The first floor has a large area. On the left of the living room is the kitchen, dining room and family bar, and on the right is an adult bedroom, a children's room and a study.

Zhuang Jiuxi moved his luggage into the cloakroom of the bedroom, and looked at the luxurious jacuzzi in the bathroom. Although he wanted to feel it, he was too sleepy...

Or continue to explore tomorrow.

Zhuang Jiuxi yawned, moved his tired body, and threw himself on the big soft bed. As soon as he closed his eyes, he felt drowsy and fell asleep quickly.

He slept soundly this time.

But in the middle of the night, the lights in the bedroom suddenly began to flicker, flickering as if the circuit was aging.

"Well……"

The boy's eyes felt uncomfortable. He buried his head in the bed and stretched out a hand to turn off the light, but he couldn't find the button.

The temperature in the room is getting lower and lower, as if entering the severe cold, and it is as cold as being in an ice cellar.

Zhuang Jiuxi retracted his chilled hands into the bed, and could not bear the harassment of flickering lights. He was so sleepy that his mind was still unclear, but he poked out a small head in a daze, and narrowed his eyes. Sew left to look right.

Under the flickering light, there seemed to be a tall and thin black figure standing in the corner, staring at this side with gloomy eyes.

Every time he glanced, the black mist got closer to him.

The temperature in the air was getting colder and colder, as if mixed with a surge of malice, it was approaching him.

Is it... a ghost?

Zhuang Jiuxi was too sleepy to think, and the only thing in his mind was to turn off the lights. He yawned in a daze, and muttered, "Brother Gui, are you there, help turn off the lights."

The black shadow approached froze,...?

In the next second, there was a "pop", and the light went out.

It never came on again.

"...Thank you." Zhuang Jiuxi closed his eyes contentedly, and did not forget to politely say thank you, thank you...wait!

His eyes widened in shock, and he scrambled and sat up.

Who turned off the light for him? !

Zhuang Jiuxi's body froze completely. He sat on the bed and watched the black mist approaching inch by inch under the moonlight, until the tall and thin figure completely enveloped him.

The shadow reached out to him.

The cold atmosphere enveloped the young man completely.

Zhuang Jiuxi held his breath, not knowing how to react, he could only let the black shadow fall on his head.

His useless reaction caused a low, cold chuckle, which seemed to come from the ghost, with a ghostly aura and a hint of sarcasm.

At this moment, Zhuang Jiuxi's mobile phone received a message, and the screen lit up for a moment.

The young man raised his head, and under the flash of light, he saw the dark shadow's pale and gloomy face, and those purple pupils.

Zhuang Jiuyan was stunned for a moment, and blurted out: "Do ghosts look so good-looking now? Are you born or made by yourself?"

If he was a ghost, would he be able to pinch himself a masculine and handsome face?

"..."

The ghost moved for a moment, then disappeared.

The cold and dangerous atmosphere pressing down on his heart also dissipated.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

The lights came on again.

Zhuang Jiuxi was still sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, and complained after a while: "You left as soon as you left, why did you turn on the light again?"

He had to close it himself, what a waste of time.

PS:

Ghost, are you there? Turn on the light