The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

She held up her own umbrella as if she didn't see the three people coming in at the door.

But in such a scene, except for Su Nanzhi, the other two people couldn't see it.

Normal people will not sit on the windowsill and hold an umbrella.

It was a pretty girl, sitting on the window sill with an umbrella and bathing in the moonlight.

Su Nanzhi looked away after not looking for a while, she looked at the furnishings in the room, and then took out her gossip tray, frowning indistinctly.

The water comes out of Kunshen's disease prescription.

With such a house orientation, people living in it are very likely to have a short life, and a man will have a short lifespan, and there will be five or six widows. Abortive births and heirs, and cough, spitting and tuberculosis embolism.

From this point of view, it is simply the layout of a private house.

Su Nanzhi stared at the Bagua plate thoughtfully, obviously ghosts don't know how to read Feng Shui by themselves.

Even if you are a fellow ghost, after death, with the passage of time, your memory will gradually become chaotic, 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 windowsill obviously also has her own obsessions.

But who was responsible for the furnishing of the house is another question.

Su Nanzhi walked to the sofa in the living room, took a look, and then picked up a piece of hair from the sofa. Looking at the length, if nothing unexpected, it was obviously a woman's hair.

"Have you brought a woman home recently?" Su Nanzhi asked in a normal tone.

"..."

Su Nanzhi's appearance almost matched her age. Although she still changed into black clothes tonight, she still looked like a high school student.

That question really sounded like someone who was used to seeing strong winds and waves.

"No," Li Chu immediately denied, "I usually live here alone, maybe I'm a part-time worker—"

The word "hair" couldn't be said, because Li Chu remembered that the part-time aunt he hired had dyed her hair purple in fashion two months ago. Although the color had faded in the past two months, it was impossible. Fall into black?

Su Nanzhi picked up another hair from another position, it was 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 seemed that it was not the same thing.

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 turned her head slowly, her eyes didn't look at the gentleness of stroking her belly at all, she was very numb.

Su Nanzhi met her gaze.

But no one spoke.

Even because Su Nanzhi's eyes were too calm, the female ghost was not sure for a moment whether the other party saw her or not.

Su Nanzhi slowly looked away, then sat back on the sofa, and motioned for the two standing men to sit down as well, "Do you want to listen to me tell you a story?"

Yang Qirui subconsciously felt that what Su Nanzhi was going to tell next was definitely not a good story, but Li Chu hadn't really faced Su Nanzhi's ability, and even now he only thought she was 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 eyes slightly curved, "Do you know what it means to trade your life for your life?"

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