Chapter 1887 Living with Mr. Ghost 23 Things 02
"Xiao Lin, Xiao Lin..."
When Lin Qian heard Xia Tan's voice, he looked back and suddenly saw a fiery red ghost face.
"Ahhhh!"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Xia Tan took off the mask, her pretty face full of smiles, "You are too frightened today..."
Seeing Lin Qian's face as pale as paper, Xia Tan held back his anger and pinched his mouth with his hands, feeling embarrassed, "I'm sorry."
Lin Qian: “…”
Lin Qian was almost scared to death.
He was so angry that his chest heaved several times. He forced his lips to purse them, "It's okay, but... why are you scaring me for no reason?"
"This mask is not meant to scare you."
Xia Tan smiled shyly: "Didn't the previous landlord say that this place is haunted? If a ghost scares me, I will also scare it back with a mask on."
Jinchen on the side: "..."
My wife is very ambitious.
But it is clear that Xia Tan doesn't believe in ghosts at all.
Otherwise the masks prepared would not be shoddy.
Jinchen shifted his gaze and stared at Lin Qian sinisterly.
Why doesn't this person leave?
Do something bad again.
He circled his fingertips around Lin Qian a few times.
"Xiao Tan...Xia Tan, there's something!"
Lin Qian looked down and felt that his right leg was nailed to the ground. The sticky feeling that made his scalp tingle seemed to be crawling up like a poisonous snake, but there was nothing there.
“Xiao Tan…Xiao Tan! Save me!”
"Huh? What?"
Xia Tan hurriedly lifted up his trouser legs and looked up in confusion, "Nothing."
Lin Qian now really felt like he was seeing a ghost.
How could he dare to stay? He quickly rolled up his trouser legs and ran out, saying only that he would come again next time.
"Well... okay."
Xia Tan shrugged, not quite sure what was wrong with his friend today.
Jinchen sat next to him and said considerately, "It's okay, I'll stay with you."
Although he was in control now and had no intention of letting Xia Tan hear his voice.
Xia Tan seemed to sense something and looked to the side.
But only a corner of the floor-length curtains was blown up by the wind.
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Summer Bee hummed a song and spent the whole afternoon putting away all the luggage. He was about to reward himself with a sumptuous dinner.
Jinchen couldn't help - mainly because if he offered help now, he was afraid of scaring his wife away.
But Jinchen deeply felt that the little bees were really energetic.
The spacious kitchen is fully equipped with all kinds of kitchen utensils.
Xia Tan was chopping vegetables. As a chef who could cook delicious food with only a frying pan, he had never fought such a rich battle before.
Suddenly, Xia Tan seemed to see the shadow of a farewell in the kitchen knife.
Like a human figure.
Xia Tan stopped cutting vegetables and looked back, but there was no one there.
Xia Tan raised the kitchen knife tremblingly and looked again, but there was no one there.
"illusion……"
Xia Tan muttered, "Sure enough, I was still affected by the landlord's words."
Cooking downstairs at the moment.
Because he was afraid of scaring his wife, he squatted down too quickly, and hit his head. Jinchen covered his head with his hands, his gloomy eyes narrowed in pain.
【Hahahahahaha burp hahaha! 】
Jinchen reached out his hand, and his pale and slender fingertips touched the chopping board and touched a bunch of uncut onions.
He stole it away in a flash, then used his backhand to dip in the Yin Qi and stuffed it into Ling Gungun's mouth.
[Hahahaha, bah! The ghost energy is very bitter! 】
After finishing cooking, Xia Tan found that an onion was missing. He thought about it for a long time and finally decided to blacklist that supermarket.
Of course the food my wife cooks is delicious.
As a ghost, Jinchen cannot eat, but can smell the fragrance.
But the common sense of a Taoist priest who had been a ghost catcher many times told him that the ghosts would absorb the fragrance and the dishes would be useless and Xia Tan would find them tasteless.
But he is the native ghost of this house! How can he give up eating because of something like this!
Jinchen went to the kitchen with high spirits to eat the leftovers in the pot.
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night.
Xia Tan huddled in the bay window of his bedroom, writing an interview manuscript. The light in the room was warm.
Jinchen lay down and slept where he couldn't be reflected by the screen, while thinking about how to proceed step by step so as not to scare his wife.
Zero rolls in to attack.
[Why not just use the online friend identity first? Online friends don’t need to meet in person for now anyway! ]
Jinchen stretched out his hand, "Good idea, who will burn my phone for me?"
【…】
How miserable.
Ling Gungun wiped away a handful of bitter tears for the host.
[The system mall opens the Huangquan service for a limited time! Ghosts can use their mobile phones for only 500 points! ]
Jinchen punched the pillow angrily.
Bang.
Very springy pillows slammed back.
[Exchange successful! The chat channels of Yin and Yang worlds have been automatically opened for you. You can chat with fellow ghosts and chase your wife! ]
When Jinchen got the phone, he found that Ling Gungun had also sent a friend request to Xia Tan.
Ding dong.
The handsome guy from AAA187 wants to become your friend.
Xia Tan who saw the message: "...Wow."
Jinchen: "..."
Lingdan is such an old-fashioned thing!
Jinchen quickly changed his name to one that had something to do with metaphysics and submitted his application again.
Daosheng applies to become your friend.
This account was a work account. Xia Tan thought it was a request to submit an article to a news agency or seek help, so it was quickly approved.
But unexpectedly, after sending two friend requests in succession, there was no response. Xia Tan tilted his head in confusion, but didn't care anymore and continued typing on the keyboard.
Jinchen moved next to his wife, closed his eyes and went to sleep.
So I missed what happened after Xia Tan finished writing the press release.
It was late at night, and no matter how energetic one was, one could not help looking tired. Xia Tan yawned, a few tears overflowed from the bottom of his starry eyes, he pulled the blanket and leaned back lazily.
Not long after, Xia Tan opened his electronic diary again, thought for a while, and typed.
7 month 1 day.
On the first day of moving into the new house, apart from Xiaolin who was in a bad mood, the strange incidents that the landlord had mentioned before did not occur.
However, the falling death case that was tracked some time ago still has no results. The police have found very little information, and the family of the deceased is also very puzzled.
Do they really not know the real reason why the deceased fell to his death?
Xia Tan's slender white fingertips paused, and after a few seconds he closed the diary, took off his blue light blocking glasses and pressed his temples.
Suddenly, Xia Tan caught a glimpse of the door, his eyes stiffened slightly, and then he slowly looked towards the bed.
Nothing at all.
Behind the door is a minimalist silver decoration, which can reflect things through the warm light, like a blurry mirror.
Xia Tan passed by and saw a person lying on the bed.
In order to verify whether he was dazzled, Xia Tan walked towards the door and indeed saw his own legs walking. He moved away and the figure was still on the bed.
Xia Tan: “…”
