Strange Tales of the Ghosts - Chapter 173

[Chapter 173 Lazy Sanniang (thirty-one)]

Of course, Luo Sichen couldn’t have killed Xuehu, so he took Xuehu with him helplessly. This was Xuehu’s second flight, and the embarrassment of the last time was almost gone, but he still had a headache without an ID card. , So Luo Sichen had to pamper Xuehu and cast the spell again. Fortunately, Xuehu’s charm was not evil, and the person who was bewitched was awake in just a few minutes, like a sudden distraction. , does not cause panic.

Airplanes can be said to be a great manifestation of modern civilization, realizing the dream of the ancients to fly in the air, bringing people from one city to another in an hour.

After getting off the plane, Xuehu’s ears were still buzzing, and he followed Luo Sichen’s ass in a daze. After getting out of the airport, he got into a taxi and came to a hotel called Wanjiahe. Two rooms, two adjacent rooms, one for Xuehu and one for himself. After finishing their salutes in their rooms, Luo Sichen began to think about what to do with Xuehu, so he called Xuehu to his room.

“Listen, I brought you here because I didn’t want you to cause me trouble. If there’s nothing wrong, just stay in the room, don’t go out, and wait for me to come back.”

“What about you?” Xuehu looked at him eagerly. Rose dust.

“Of course I’m going to do something very important, and it’s not convenient to take you with me.”

“Why?”

“Do you always like to ask so many questions?” Luo Sichen frowned.

Xuehu shook his head, don’t ask other people’s questions. For a thousand years, she has spoken to no more than three people, except Wang Chuan, who is Xiao Ying. Of course, except for those ghosts who came to seek medical treatment, because they are not human, and also It’s not a complete soul. Even if Xuehu talks to them, it won’t exceed ten words. It’s nothing more than bringing those ghosts to Mr. Wangchuan, or throwing those disobedient ghosts into the Wangchuan River. This is her job. . Therefore, Luo Sichen is the person Xuehu has spoken the most in a thousand years.

Luo Sichen glanced at Xuehu, took out a mobile phone and put it in Xuehu’s hand, reminding: “Remember, this is the 21st century, don’t use your mana indiscriminately, if anything happens, just Call me, okay?”

“Yeah.” Xuehu nodded and looked at the phone in her hand. This was the Nth part she’d seen in a while, so it wasn’t unfamiliar, and she knew how to use it.

After Luo Sichen told Xuehu what he should pay attention to, he left the hotel with a small box. Xuehu stayed alone in the room and watched TV. The TV played a lingering love drama, the fate of the protagonist in it. Seeing Xuehu getting nervous for a while, she had no choice but to drink the cola that tasted like medicine to divert her attention.

Bit by bit, Xuehu felt that the afternoon was coming soon. He walked to the window and opened the curtains to see that the sun’s afterglow was blocked by the city’s buildings, and the night had begun to invade the city.

The coming of night is the beginning of all the darkness. There are the corruption of fallen people, and the rush of the ghosts of the dead. Xuehu looked down at the crowd passing through downstairs, and suddenly felt that a person’s back was very familiar. That hair, The traction of that spiritual power…

“Sir!” Xuehu blurted out, before he could think about it, he opened the door and chased after him.

However, when she ran to the street, she could no longer see the familiar person. Xuehu touched the soul-suppressing flute hanging around her neck and hesitated. She didn’t know whether to let Mr. Wang Chuan know that she was here. She also doesn’t know what Mr. Wangchuan is doing now…

[End of This Chapter]