"jingle!"
"jingle--"
Xiaolan put the bell to her ear and shook it gently.
Xiaoyin sat next to Xiaolan and laughed watching this scene.
"What's wrong, Xiaolan, you like bells very much?"
"Why is it different from the sound in the tent?" Xiaolan pricked up her ears and listened again and again. "The bells I heard in the room where I made my wish were like spring water. Now they are ordinary bells."
Several people crowded into a rented eight-seater car and left Wu Ren's shop on their way home.
"There were environmental factors at the time," Xiaoyin drew circles with her hands. "The atmosphere was so weird and tense, even if I told you a cross talk, you would think it was a ghost story."
"Is it really okay if we leave the driver in the store?" Pineapple asked hesitantly.
"Didn't Wu Ren say that her baby can cure people?" the fool replied.
"Is it really okay..."
"It should be fine, Sister Pineapple," Baomu said solemnly, "I can smell her scent. It smells of strength."
"Wow, you can even smell this now!" Xiaoyin patted Baomu on the back.
Baomu turned his head and smiled shyly.
"Let's go to the opposite door of Master Tie's house first and take a look," Xiaolan said to the Taoist priest while holding on to his chair. "What happened in the room where the wish was made just now may have some impact on reality."
The Taoist priest pursed his lips and smiled calmly, "I'm driving in that direction."
"There's one more thing I'm very concerned about," Pineapple looked down at the note with the address that Wu Ren left for them, hesitating, "What does Miss Wu Ren mean when she said, 'Forget it, don't you understand?'" Why should I understand, what should I understand?”
Before Xiaolan could say anything, Maple Sugar quickly answered Pineapple's question.
"Since Wu Ren knows everything, she must have understood your ability," Maple Sugar grabbed Pineapple's hand, "Aren't you always curious about why you can occasionally hear the voices of the dead? This may be your ability. , so Wu Rencai said that at least you should know that another world exists."
This explanation is quite logical.
only……
Xiaolan reflected for a moment and realized that she could also hear the voices of the dead. Could it be that she learned this ability from Pineapple?
However, this skill of Pineapple is sometimes useful and sometimes useless, and it cannot be used actively.
Could it be that I could even adopt other people’s unstable passive skills as my own?
But Xiaolan just thought about it and didn't dare to speak at all.
"That makes sense..." Pineapple's eyes were bright and she patted the back of her boyfriend's hand.
The group of people chatted here and there, and the car soon arrived at the gate of the community at the address Wu Ren left.
After finding a parking space, Xiaolan and Daozhang got out of the car, and the rest of the people drove away without stopping too much.
This is the result of the discussion just now. The combination of Xiaolan and Daozhang is relatively less suspicious, and the purpose of today is just to simply confirm the situation. Two people are enough.
As soon as Xiaolan got out of the car, she started to look at her head. She was obviously used to it after doing bad things too many times.
"You don't have to be so afraid, Xiaolan," the Taoist priest couldn't help laughing. "In this old community, outsiders can come and go at will. As long as we don't act too suspicious, nothing will happen."
"Then...do I look suspicious?"
The Taoist priest glanced up and down.
"Suspicious, please adjust your state."
As soon as these words came out, Xiaolan became even more nervous.
He has obviously behaved very naturally.
"If we are bumped into by someone later, what excuse are we going to make up?" Xiaolan asked while taking a deep breath.
"Well -" the Taoist priest raised his eyes and thought seriously, "Let's just say that we are Master Tie's family who came to see Feng Shui. His neighbors should know that this happened to his house. It is also a normal need to find someone to see Feng Shui. .”
After speaking, the Taoist priest rummaged through his pockets, took out a crumpled yellow talisman, folded it a few times, and stuffed it into the breast pocket of his coat, leaving a corner intentionally exposed.
Well, since they are magic sticks, the combination of a thirty-year-old man and a teenage girl is not so difficult to understand.
Because the magic stick itself is already very difficult to understand.
The Taoist leader strode toward the entrance with Xiaolan, who was trying to calm down.
Unexpectedly, before the two of them crossed the entrance gate, a person rushed over from the community inside the gate.
Looking at the direction the man was running, why did he seem to be running towards them?
Are they here to catch us?
Xiaolan froze, neither walking forward nor turning around and running.
The man muttered something and waved vigorously as he ran.
"Master!"
Master?
Which master?
Are you calling yourself and the Taoist Priest?
Xiaolan clearly felt that the vigilance in the Taoist Priest was somewhat dispelled by this scene.
The man ran forward and bowed slightly.
"Master!"
It turned out to be a young boy.
"Master..." The boy stopped in front of the two of them, looking innocent and easy to deceive.
"Hello, we..." Xiaolan was about to make up a self-introduction, but was interrupted by the boy.
"You two are the Feng Shui masters we invited," the boy looked at the two of them expectantly. "They are indeed a good-looking uncle and a little girl. Come in quickly!"
Feng shui master?
Xiaolan looked carefully at the boy in front of him. The boy was wearing a dark blue uniform. The uniform was not new, but he had obviously worn it for a long time.
Looking at this outfit, he looks like a property manager or security guard in a community.
"Yes, it's us. You've been waiting for a long time."
The Taoist Master agreed gracefully and happily accepted the setting. It didn't look like he had just learned the news.
The young man led the two people forward, looking very excited.
"Please tell me more specifically what happened here," the Taoist priest said naturally, "We will conduct ghost detection based on the environment here."
As soon as he heard about ghost detection, the boy's clear pupils became brighter. He was obviously a senior lover of surreal novels or animation.
Then he began to tell stories about the community with added detail.
"There was a resident in Building No. 2 who hanged himself less than a year ago..." the young man pretended to be calm and said, "all the strange things started after that."
