poor house

It was originally the target that he and Xie Yuhua were staring at, so why did they stare at Wu Xie instead.

"I don't know." Shaking his head, Zhang Qiling expressed his expression.Now there is too little information about this woman, all I know is that I remember it, and Wu Xie has dreamed of her several times, and it seems that this woman is not afraid of ghosts.Frowning, recalling the scene just now, the resentful soul who died at the scene of the car accident didn't even care about his own evil spirit, but he didn't surround the woman.But Zhang Qiling didn't notice the slightest resemblance between her and Heixiazi, which meant that she was indeed just an ordinary person.

So, why, is it just because she has been to such a news scene too many times, so the bloody smell on her body is too strong, and ghosts dare to provoke her?But no matter how bloody she smelled all over her body, it couldn't be stronger than the evil spirit and bloody smell on her body.

So women are trouble.

Unable to help frowning again, Zhang Qiling looked at the thoughtful black blind man and Xie Yuhua beside him, and said coldly, "The trouble you caused, you should solve it yourself. Otherwise, don't stay here."

"Mute, you forget your friends too much!" Jumping up exaggeratedly and hugging Zhang Qiling's shoulders, the black-blind man wept half-truthfully, "This is my territory after all!"

"Then please go and solve the trouble at the door." Pulling off the person rubbing against her body, Zhang Qiling turned and walked towards the second floor expressionlessly.

"Mute Zhang, you have no conscience!" The black blind man who was still pretending to be pitiful had already sensed the breath at the door, and after shaking his fist fiercely at Zhang Qiling's back, he turned his head to look at the palace lantern outside the window, smiled slyly. "Master Hua'er, since she gave such a big gift as soon as she came, then we should get to know her better."

"There's so much nonsense, go open the door." Glancing at the blind man, Xie Yuhua fanned the brocade fan in her hand, her eyes were full of sharp light.

Gently pushing open the bedroom door, the rare tenderness and affection on Zhang Qiling's face turned tense and stern in an instant.Feeling that the breath in the air was not right, Zhang Qiling rushed to the bedside to look at Wu Xie who was still sleeping, but saw his eyes were staring fixedly, the black pupils were covered by the vast white mist, leaving only white the void.

"Wu Xie? Wu Xie?!"

Wu Xie, who was sleeping, didn't make any movements or reactions, but just stared at the ceiling, his expression was stiff and dull, and there was only chaos in his eyes.But this weird state didn't last long, and with the sound of the door opening downstairs, Wu Xie instantly returned to his normal sleep state.

Zhang Qiling, who clenched his fists tightly, stood at the window and looked at the black blind Xie Yuhua in front of the gate, and the person who was covered by the eaves and only showed a pair of exquisite high-heeled shoes. The person suddenly chuckled.The vague voice was like talking in sleep, but it was extremely clear.

"Hello, I'm Aning."

TBC

I haven't updated for a long time, so I hide my face. .

Everyone don't beat me up. .Procrastination has been a bit of an illness lately. . .

But I finally beat it alive! ! !

Thank you for not forgetting me QAQ

I don't know how to cheat the QAQ absolute QAQ

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three

In March of Yangchun, the sun shines lazily on the high mountains in southern Anhui before the arrival of Qingming.The golden light poured quietly through the windows into the same silent lobby of the humble house, and the fine dust was clearly visible under the sunlight.Wang Meng came out of the kitchen with the dishes, and he saw Wu Xie, Zhang Qiling, Xie Yuhua, and Hei Xiazi looking at each other relatively speechless.

Of course, sitting across from them was the female tenant who stayed in a few days ago, Aning.

Ever since Wang Meng worked as a boy in the humble house, there have been only a handful of tenants who have lived in it, to be precise, basically no more than double digits.This time, a guest finally came, and she was a female tenant. She was beautiful and had a good figure. At first, Wang Meng thought that this room full of old men would finally have a few pleasant days, but he didn't expect that , this woman named Aning basically only stays in her own room every day.Except for the three meals, even the door of the humble house is rarely left.

But isn't she a reporter?

Wang Meng looked at the other five people who were silent and harboring ulterior motives while picking up the dishes. He always felt that since Aning came, the atmosphere at the dinner table became more and more depressing.

"What's the matter?" Putting down the chopsticks gracefully, Ah Ning turned to look at Wang Meng who had been peeking at him, with a smile that saw through Wang Meng's thoughts on his delicate face.

"Ah, it's okay." For some reason, I always feel that being stared at by her like this is more guilty than being stared at by Zhang Qiling. Wang Meng hurriedly looked away and said, "I just want to ask you if you have finished eating." Don't add food."

"No, take it easy, I'm going upstairs." Standing up, Aning glanced at Wu Xie who had been silent all along, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more confusing.There was a dull rubbing sound between the stool and the floor, Ah Ning pretended not to see the warning in Zhang Qiling's eyes, and went upstairs with a smile on his own.

"Huh—" Wang Meng finally let out a long sigh of relief until Ah Ning's back disappeared on the second floor.The oppressive atmosphere lingering around him finally disappeared, and Wang Meng had never seen such an aura of a woman.She is so beautiful, but why does she always make people feel a little ghostly.

"Look at how promising you are." Hei Xiazi chuckled and looked at Wang Meng's instantly relaxed face, "It's not a ghost, what are you doing?"

"What the hell is she doing?" The question that had been held back for several days finally popped up. Seeing Wu Xie's sallow face, Wang Meng asked suspiciously, "Boss, didn't you say she was a reporter? Why didn't you say what the reporter said?" You stay in the house every day and don't go out?"

"We are also curious." The blind man rubbed his forehead with some headaches, looked at Xie Yuhua who was also helpless beside him, and didn't know how to answer Wang Meng's question.

"I'll go upstairs and lie down for a while." Putting down the bowl and chopsticks, Wu Xie yawned.What surprised Wang Meng was that Zhang Qiling who was sitting beside him covered his face and yawned slightly.

Zhang Qiling even yawned?Wang Meng looked at the two tired looking in disbelief, never expecting that Chun Kun's power would be no match for Zhang Qiling.

"Ignorance is really bliss." Heixiazi said as if sighing or sighing, looking at Wang Meng's bewildered expression, the cynical smile on the corner of his mouth gradually became serious.

"I'll always know." With a piece of fat stuffed into the blind man's mouth, Xie Yuhua turned her head away from his greasy smile and drank the soup on her own.

The sunlight still shone spotlessly on the wooden floor, and on the other side of the dining table was the newspaper that Heixiazi and Zhang Qiling had just finished reading in the morning.The accident on the construction site a few days ago has long been forgotten in the gossip of the stars. As for the car accident, it has long been ignored by those who have nothing to do with it.Today's headline is about a murder case that happened in a subordinate district last night.The enlarged and bold black font occupies almost one-third of the page, but what attracted the full attention of Heixiazi and Zhang Qiling was the line in the last bracket that marked the reporter's small characters.

How did a reporter who stays at home write this news as if he was on the scene?

Lying on the court silently looking at the ceiling, Wu Xie only felt that the whole person was still groggy.He obviously went to bed early these days, but every day he wakes up as if he didn't get enough sleep.Moreover, the dream fragments that I would recall more or less after waking up in the past are becoming more and more fragmented these days.Even Wu Xie couldn't remember what he dreamed about last night, as if he had returned to the time before his dream ability awakened, when he never remembered the dream content.

"Wu Xie, don't think about it, go to sleep." Zhang Qiling, who was holding Wu Xie in his arms, was no more relaxed than Wu Xie.Maybe Wu Xie didn't know how he slept these nights, but Zhang Qiling, who was always by his side, knew very clearly how bad Wu Xie's sleep was these days.

If it was just the beginning that Wu Xie would say that in his sleep on the day when Ah Ning came to the humble house, then the way Wu Xie always stares fiercely at night with almost completely black eyes and facial expressions has almost changed. Zhang Qiling's nightmare.

But what troubled Zhang Qiling the most was that neither Ah Ning nor Wu Xie had any unclean aura on them.If Ah Ning is not a ghost, then it can be said that Zhang Qiling is almost helpless.Obviously knowing that all of this must be related to Aning, but he has no clue what to do.

"Brother, I always feel that I often dream about Aning recently." Rubbing in Zhang Qiling's arms, Wu Xie yawned sleepily but couldn't fall asleep.Although I really don't remember the content of the dream, but whenever Wu Xie wakes up the next day and sees Aning, the indescribably familiar feeling can only make Wu Xie feel that he dreamed of her again.

"Huh?" Holding the person in his arms tightly, Zhang Qiling gently kissed Wu Xie's forehead.

"I don't know, I just have this feeling." It's not that Zhang Qiling and the black blind man Xie Yuhua are investigating this woman, but Wu Xie can't say why they don't want to involve too much.Wu Xie still felt sympathy for the fateful car accident before, and her original stubborn belief that she could change the future gradually became weaker and weaker. "Brother, if you really want to know how she wrote those news, why don't you just ask her."

"Will she tell the truth?" Said lightly, Zhang Qiling looked