Your nemesis passed out again

After years of resentment accumulated over the years, and her long stay in the world, she was unable to speak like a normal person. Her scorched fingers pointed to the footprints in front of her like dead branches, and her eyes that could not conceal her resentment fixedly stared at Wen Ningshu .

"Do you know that person?" Wen Ningshu asked.

She didn't speak, but her eyes sent chills down the spine.

"If you ask me, you just talk. You won't be so stupid that you don't even remember who killed you!" Xun Qin seemed to have taken gunpowder today. He looked the same as usual since getting off the car, but he always gave people A sense of lack of interest.

The female ghost turned her head to look at Xun Qin and didn't answer, her body slowly shifted towards Wen Ning's book. Compared with Xun Qin, she relied more on the seemingly non-threatening Wen Ning book. Xun Qin sneered, indifferently The look on his face only increased his killing intent.

Wen Ningshu grasped Xun Qin's arm with a generous hand, and shook his head with a soft smile: "Since she is so afraid now, she can't tell the situation at that time. If I communicate with her, maybe I can get more information."

There was no light outside the Yang family's villa, taking advantage of the moonlight, the corners of Xun Qin's blurred face and mouth rose.

The two of them didn't pay attention to the words brushed on the screen, and the camera of the mobile phone stayed beside Wen Ningshu's shoes. Only the conversation taking advantage of the wind could let the fans in the live broadcast room know that the actions of the two were still going on.

"Okay." Xun Qin reached for Wen Ningshu's mobile phone, "My friends in the live broadcast room, now my little white rabbit is going to psychic to get more information about Yang's villa for you, everyone, get your gifts."

Wen Ningshu looked down at the empty palm, looked up at Xun Qin's smiling face, always felt uncomfortable there, but couldn't tell.

Xun Qin returned to the house, drew a spell on the ground with red cinnabar mixed with black dog blood, held up his mobile phone, and did not have much communication with Wen Ningshu. During the painting process, the picture was blurred several times. Under the strange atmosphere, they couldn't help but wonder if they had collective amnesia, or else why they couldn't remember where the conflict between the two was.

After drawing the pattern of the edict on the ground, Xun Qin turned around and greeted Wen Ningshu.

Wen Ningshu walked by Xun Qin's footsteps and paused. Under his eyes that hesitated to speak, he pursed his lower lip and sat down amidst the order. Xun Qin closed his eyes and raised two fingers to murmur. Everyone in the live broadcast room could See snowflakes on the screen.

Both Xun Qin's murmur and the lines of the charms on the ground seemed intermittent, as if a strong signal interfered with Xun Qin's signal wave.

[This is the first time I saw this kind of scene live, based on my experience of watching ghost movies for many years, there are ghosts. 】

[Are you sure the anchor isn't playing tricks here?The other person was not in the video just now, so it is very likely to install the signal of the impression anchor. Atheists said that this kind of thing is just for fun, don't take it seriously. 】

Following the sound of the incantation, the female ghost walked into Wen Ningshu's body.

Wen Ningshu heard the sound of footsteps, and the landlady hurried downstairs, her face was inevitably tired after losing her husband.

"You came."

"Well, in your current situation, I think you need someone by your side, where is Tian'er?" It was a woman who spoke, dressed very plainly, but she still couldn't see her face clearly.

"Sleeping upstairs, she kept asking me about her father, and I didn't know what to say."

The woman patted her on the shoulder and smiled helplessly: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself, I believe it will be fine in the future."

Immediately after the screen changed, the female homeowner was hit on the head severely by a golf club. She fell to the ground and watched the woman go upstairs with unwilling eyes. The screen began to be blurred, but there were footsteps upstairs.

"Tian'er is awake?" A woman's voice came from upstairs.

"Mom, Tian'er misses Dad."

"Mom promises you that if you sleep and open your eyes again, Dad will come back."

The female homeowner lying on the ground closed her eyes unwillingly.

Wen Ningshu suddenly opened his eyes, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, the psychic damage to the body, after all, it is the two magnetic fields that are connected, it will inevitably consume most of the energy and physical strength.

The female ghost had already left Wen Ningshu's body, her eyes looked at Tian'er in the corner, and then at Wen Ningshu.

"The murderer and the deceased most likely look very similar." Wen Ning wrote.

"What do you see?"

"The little girl woke up before she died. She called the murderer's mother. I suspect that the murderer who killed the family is most likely the deceased's twin sister."

The full screen of 666 swiped up.

But at the same time the commentary in the mix asked 'when is their next visit. '

Wen Ningshu was panting heavily, as if all the strength in his body had been stripped away, when he stood up, he staggered a little.

"However, there should be two murderers. There must be something missing in the intermittent channeling, so I haven't seen any information about the other murderer until now."

"No hurry, it's not too late for us to find out this first." Xun Qin walked to Wen Ningshu and wiped the sweat from Wen Ningshu's forehead with a tissue in his hand: "Your body cannot withstand the second psychic."

"Ah."

Wen Ningshu nodded, resting his hand on his forehead, even the blood color of his lips gradually faded at this time.

After Xun Qin closed the live broadcast room, he helped Wen Ningshu get into the car and sat in the car. Xun Qin, who usually always teases a few words, was unusually quiet today. He opened the door of the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt. Awkward atmosphere getting along in the same small space.

"Because I suggested a psychic, did you offend me?" Wen Ningshu spoke softly, holding the steering wheel with both hands and sighed, "I apologize for my sudden decision, can we stop being frozen like this?"

"Just now psychic energy wasted a lot, why don't you sleep in the car for a while." Xun Qin said, taking off his coat and putting it on Wen Ningshu's lap: "Don't catch a cold if you put it on, you are still sick."

Wen Ningshu looked down at the coat on his legs and nodded. After the psychic experience just now, he felt a bit of a headache and couldn't concentrate at night. Driving is a dangerous thing.

He covered Xun Qin's coat and closed his eyes tiredly.

Xun Qin lowered his head, took out the cross in his trousers bag and rubbed it with his fingertips. The sharp bottom seemed to be able to easily cut through the skin, and Xun Qin could smell the same kind of breath from the blood remaining on the silverware.

He held the cross and looked at Wen Ningshu's defenseless sleeping face thoughtfully. The sharp bottom rubbed and pierced his fingertips. He frowned at the blood on his fingertips.

His understanding of Wen Ningshu was so shallow that when he saw the cross from the car, Xun Qin was not sure whether Wen Ningshu was friendly with him on the surface, but actually secretly contacted Xue Lie, thinking about getting rid of him .

"Xiao Qin."

Wen Ningshu opened his eyes, Xun Qin was so frightened that he hurriedly put the cross back into his bag.

"Ok?"

"...It's nothing." Wen Ningshu closed his eyes, and subconsciously fastened his coat with his fingers.

The author has something to say: Congratulations to Xiaoqin for picking up a prop for identifying Xiaoshu's identity.

Xiaoqin: There is no sense of security in this relationship.

Thanks to Animetic for feeding 3 mines Thanks to Zingze Yige for feeding 1 mine