The first room at the staircase on the second floor.
Today she is Bai Wuchang, wearing a wrinkled, low-quality wig that came from nowhere.
A white Hanfu.
I guess it was made in some antique shop or cosmetics store.
There is even a whisk used by eunuchs. A low-profile version of Bai Wuchang is freshly released.
Although she can't float, she has a balance bike.
The clothes are a bit long, just enough to cover the balance bike, and it looks no different from floating.
Humph, you little bastard, I'll scare you to death tonight.
I gently pushed open the door and found that she was already asleep. She was still wearing the standard white dress. I don’t know why she has such an obsession with the color white.
On the right is a Bluetooth speaker.
It is her second home, provided by Interstellar.
There is also a funeral service enthusiastically provided by the interstellar people, with more than a dozen people crying together.
That sound was really scary.
Turning up the volume to the maximum, the whole room was filled with the cries of more than a dozen people, which was no different from the howling of ghosts and wolves.
The little girl woke up quickly.
The room was pitch black, and there were cries everywhere. I was so scared that I was shaking, hiding under the quilt and dared not come out.
"Why don't you come out? Why don't you come out?" The voice was light and drawn out. It sounded particularly hollow, which was really scary at this time.
"Why are you hurting people? You're going to hell! You're going to hell! I'm going to chop off your hands. I'm going to chop them into meat patties and feed them to you."
"No, no, no, I, I, I didn't do anything bad. I just pushed her. I really didn't do anything bad."
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