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She seemed to have not seen the three people coming in at the door, and was holding her own umbrella.
But in this scene, except for Su Nanzhi, the other two people are invisible.
Normal people would not sit on the windowsill and hold an umbrella.
That was a pretty girl, sitting on the window sill holding an umbrella and bathing in the moonlight.
Su Nanzhi didn't look at it for a while before looking away. She looked at the furnishings in the room, then took out her Bagua plate and frowned without trace.
The prescription for Kunshen disease is derived from water.
With this kind of orientation of a house, people living in it are very likely to have a short life. If a man has a short life, he will be widowed by five or six people. Miscarriage, loss of heirs, and symptoms such as coughing, spitting, and tuberculosis.
From this point of view, it is simply the layout of a ghost house.
Su Nanzhi stared at the Bagua plate thoughtfully. It was obvious that ghosts could not read Feng Shui on their own.
Even if you are a fellow ghost, after death, as time goes by, your memory will gradually become blurred, and you will only remember your deepest obsessions.
Like the kid in the elevator, his obsession is to find his way home and his mother.
The female ghost on the window sill obviously has her own obsession.
But who contributed to the decoration of this house is another question.
Su Nanzhi walked to the sofa in the living room, looked at it twice, and then picked up a piece of hair from the sofa. Judging by the length, if there was no accident, it was obviously a woman's hair.
"Have you brought a woman home recently?" Su Nanzhi asked in a very normal tone.
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Su Nanzhi¡¯s appearance almost matches her age. Although she changed into black clothes tonight, she still looks like a high school student.
That sentence really sounded like someone who was used to big winds and waves.
¡°No,¡± Li Chu immediately denied, ¡°I usually live here alone, maybe I work part-time¡ª¡ª¡±
He couldn't say the word "hair" because Li Chu remembered that the hourly aunt he hired had followed the fashion and dyed her hair purple in the past two months. Although the color had faded in the past two months, it was impossible to do anything. Did it turn black?
??Su Nanzhi picked up another hair from another position, about the same length.
Finally, two were found on the floor.
Li Chu was speechless. He even wondered if someone had entered his house.
But looking at Su Nanzhi¡¯s expression, it doesn¡¯t seem like that.
After Su Nanzhi picked up a few hairs, she walked to the window sill. The woman seemed to realize that someone was watching her.
She slowly turned her head, her eyes completely unaware of the tenderness as she caressed her belly. She was very dull.
Su Nanzhi met her eyes.
But no one said anything.
Even because Su Nanzhi¡¯s gaze was too calm, the female ghost was not sure for a moment whether the other party had seen her.
Su Nanzhi slowly withdrew her gaze, then sat back on the sofa, and gestured to the two standing men to sit down as well, "Would you like to hear me tell you a story?"
Yang Qirui subconsciously felt that what Su Nanzhi was going to tell her next was definitely not a good story, but Li Chu had never really faced Su Nanzhi's abilities, and even now he only thinks that she is an unreliable little girl.
¡°I invited you here to solve problems, not to tell stories.¡± He sat down reluctantly.
Su Nanzhi didn't care about his attitude, her almond-shaped eyes slightly curved, "Do you know what it means to exchange a life for a life?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com