At midnight, the lights were on in the old house of Wu. Qi Lechuan was lying on the wall and hung it. Qi Jiujiu stood on the wall. He was a transparent body and could not be seen by ordinary people, so he became much bolder.

Under the wall, a black-backed dog raised his head and stared at Qi Lechuan. Seeing that she had no next move, it turned around twice and did not scream.

Wuxie was checking notes in the house.

Fatty Wang was humming an untuned song while taking a shower.

Qi Lechuan got up and changed his position and sat on the wall. He shook his feet, lit a stick of incense on the wall, and then inserted it into his hand.

Qi Jiujiu lowered his eyes and said, "Do you want to scare them to death?"

Qi Lechuan did not answer this question, but mentioned something else, "I saw an 18th-tier star in the post that could not stand the pressure of public opinion and committed suicide. Chang Huaibei will take over the funeral tonight."

Qi Jiujiu nodded.

That was not a little star. I heard that he was a popular young actress who had published a work. Later, her information was dug up completely, and netizens even wanted to control her life. Later, because she could not produce a good work, she was forced to commit suicide by public opinion.

On the day of her suicide, she died in the bathtub of her home wearing a red skirt and red high heels. She committed suicide by cutting her veins. It happened that her private residence was not far from the Wu family. Tonight was the second day of her death, but she found out that she committed suicide this afternoon, so she hurriedly hired a paper maker and a Taoist priest to do rituals.

Qi Lechuan looked behind him and jumped into the yard the next second. The black-backed dog below seemed to be afraid that she would fall, so he came over.

Qi Lechuan rubbed Xiaoman's head and shrewd at it.

Brother Xiaoman didn't say a word of face, and just lay in the yard, looking around alertly.

But she walked into the darkness and found herself the best view.

Qi Jiujiu glanced at the fragrance on the wall. After the fragrance was lit, there was smoke floating. The smell was a little weird. There was still a talisman inside the wall.

Qi Lechuan is attracting ghosts.

After committing suicide in red, she must be a ghost. Although this little actress has never done anything that hurts the world, she is full of resentment, and this kind of soul will take revenge.

The fat man in the room hummed a song, wearing big shorts and a white vest. He saw Wuxie watching the news and said frankly, "What are you doing when you are late at night? This woman is really unintelligible." He said that, he opened a bottle of beer, "This world is like this. If people's hearts are not strong enough, they can't stand the public opinion of these people. Look at this sentence."

The fat man pointed his hand.

: Even good works cannot be produced in real waste. How can I enter the entertainment industry? Do I rely on trading behind closed doors with my boss? (Smile expression)

Wuxie frowned and clicked to report and comment.

"These people are actually murderers." Wuxie said in a deep voice, feeling very angry, so he kept clicking to report.

The fat man turned his head and drank half of the beer in one breath, saying, "Okay, everyone is dead, it's useless to report it. The world is cold and cold..."

Wuxie let go, sighed, and asked the fat man, "What do you think of the little eighth master of Qi's family today?"

Fatty Wang was energetic when he mentioned it, so he hurriedly took out a bottle of beer from the refrigerator for Wuxie.

"Naughty, don't you think that Xiao Ba Ye is evil? Even if she learns it well, she can call out divination. But why have I never heard of that divination image? Is it the result of being entangled with evil ghosts by fortune-telling?" Fat Master analyzed.

Wuxie pushed the flat-light mirror, "I have heard of this. The Qi family of Jiumen has always been famous before. He said that Xiao Baye is a metaphysical genius, but she doesn't seem to calculate this hexagram. I can't understand the fortune telling of fingers, but if I use Qimen, I can still understand it. My third uncle taught me when I was a child."

Fatty Wang put down the wine bottle and suddenly became excited, "Can you understand the eight calculations of Qimen? Why didn't you say it earlier? She had to use Qimen to divine her neck with a knife."

Wuxie opened the beer and took a sip, "I always feel it's not that simple."

Fatty Wang said, "The soldiers come and the generals block the water and the soil. Sleep. At worst, they can go and start another divination tomorrow to see what she sells in the gourd."
Chapter completed!