Chapter 68 Don’t do laundry on the night of the Ghost Festival

[Then how did you get involved with this kind of thing for no apparent reason? You must be lying! ]

[She must have lied. The little fairy never tells the truth.]

"Would you keyboard warriors shut up?"

Wang Xue was really angry.

She tapped the screen of her mobile phone frantically and reported several online trolls who were cursing Shen An.

"You keep giving advice every day, pretending you know everything. Who do you think you are?"

"You are a stinky rat or a dead cockroach that no one cares about in real life, but you are trying to find a place on the Internet!"

"You know nothing. You're just talking nonsense all day long, calling me a fairy. I'm not a fairy, I'm your dad!"

【What the fuck are you】

The following string of things was blocked by the system, but it was obviously not a good thing.

Huo Ning frowned.

She tapped the screen twice and kicked out the familiar accounts.

These are the people who often jump up and down in the comment section, sometimes making the barrage of comments smoky and chaotic.

"I'll say it again. Spraying randomly will create bad karma."

"I don't care what you do in private, so don't make my comment section a mess."

After saying that, Huo Ning stopped paying attention to the barrage and asked Wang Xue to focus the camera on the entire room.

After the cabinet was opened, the gloomy atmosphere in the room became noticeably worse.

But the female ghost was obviously not here either.

[Anchor, are you looking for a female ghost? ]

[Why are you looking for her so hard? Can't you just shoot out a golden light like before and then reveal her true form!]

Huo Ning: “…”

"Is there a possibility? The prerequisite for doing this is that I have to see where the female ghost is through the camera first."

Water friends: "..."

That makes sense.

Wang Xue nodded obediently, listened to Huo Ning's words, and walked around the room with her cell phone in hand.

"stop!"

Huo Ning frowned, her eyes fixed on the red wardrobe.

"Open it."

The direction of the closet was opposite to the direction the phone camera was facing. No wonder she only sensed the negative energy in the room but couldn't determine its source.

Wang Xue hesitated a little and looked at Shen An.

"An An, can you open this?"

She remembered An An's precious wardrobe, and if she opened it without permission, An An would be angry.

"Open it."

Shen An felt a little listless and his body felt heavy, as if his down jacket in winter had soaked up all the water.

She treasures this closet very much, but the host said that there is more than one female ghost in her room.

She can still tell what is important and what is not.

With her words, Wang Xue no longer hesitated and opened the closet door with a snap.

"Wow!"

Wang Xue couldn't help but sigh and turned to look at Shen An, "An An, you actually have so many beautiful cheongsams!"

She knew that Shen An had fair skin and a good figure, and she looked shockingly good in a cheongsam.

But she didn't expect Shen An had so many cheongsams!

The closet was filled with a dazzling array of items, organized by color and style, with at least thirty pieces hanging on the wall.

Moreover, each cheongsam is extremely exquisite from style to workmanship.

One of the white dresses had a lot of diamonds on the collar. She saw Shen An wearing that dress. When the sunlight shone on it, it was shining brightly, as if he was wearing clouds and rainbows on his body.

Shen An smiled shyly, "It's okay, not much."

[Versailles, sister! ]

[Ahhh, this sister is so rich! The average price of each of these cheongsams is over 500, and some are over 3,000! Some of them are out of print, and they are sold for tens of thousands on a certain seafood app! ]

[Fuck, I worship the rich woman! ]

[Give me a touch! Give me a touch!]

[It looks good, but I don’t understand why you women spend so much money on a piece of clothing. Wouldn’t it be better to use the money to give to your parents? ]

[Games are fun, but are people who spend tens of thousands of dollars on games stupid? Wouldn't it be better to give the money to your parents?]

[Wow, wow, I want to see the host wearing a cheongsam! ]

[Anchor, your fans have exceeded 100,000, why don’t you give us some benefits! ]

[Listen to me, the benefit for 100,000 fans is to wear cheongsam! ]

To be honest, Huo Ning has always liked beautiful clothes and skirts.

But because the current conditions do not allow it, she did not buy it.

But she also admitted that she was amazed by Shen An's cheongsams.

However——

Huo Ning shook her head, looked at the pile of cheongsams and sighed, "The female ghost is hiding here."

Clothes that are too beautiful may attract people, but they may also attract ghosts.

Wang Xue and Shen An's faces turned pale.

Especially Shen An, his body trembled.

"Host, don't scare me. I went out wearing a cheongsam yesterday."

She bought these cheongsams at a high price.

Some of them she bought just for collection and never even wore, but now she was told there was something fishy going on inside. Who could accept that?

Wang Xue also found it scary.

It has been almost two years since she met Shen An.

When she met Shen An, he had already collected these cheongsams.

If there were ghosts inside the cheongsam, how many of them would there be?

[Fuck, if cheongsams can attract ghosts, then isn’t my Hanfu also——]

[People who like to buy replica Hanfu are crying! ]

[The one who just said he wanted to touch the cheongsam, are you here? Do you still want to touch it? ]

【……】

Shen An was about to cry, "Host, I've been into cheongsam for three years. So, have I been obsessed with it since three years ago?"

Huo Ning comforted him, "That's not the case. I provoked him the night before yesterday."

Shen An was shocked.

"I didn't even wear a cheongsam when I went out the night before last!"

Wang Xue nodded repeatedly and testified for her, "Yes, I am sure she did not go out."

"If she didn't go out, would the ghost know that she collected the cheongsam? Are ghosts so powerful nowadays?"

Huo Ning looked a little helpless.

She glanced at Shen An.

"Did you receive several express deliveries the night before yesterday, and then washed and hung out your cheongsam?"

Shen An was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes, I habitually rinse all the clothes I buy online before putting them away."

Huo Ning sighed, "That's it, do you know what day it was the day before yesterday?"

Just as Shen An was about to ask what day it was, Wang Xue's expression changed.

“It’s the Ghost Festival!”

Huo Ning nodded, "Yes, it's the Ghost Festival."

Shen An's face was pale, and his eyes were filled with confusion.

What does her dress have to do with the Ghost Festival?

Huo Ning saw her confusion and explained it to her, "During the Ghost Festival, the gates of hell are open, so it's best not to wash or hang clothes at night."

"If a ghost passing by sees you, he might think your clothes are pretty and take them for himself."

But the ghost couldn't take her clothes away.

What can we do?

Of course, I wear it all the time.

Anyway, living people can’t see it.

[Fuck you, you idiot! Why didn’t you remind me two days before the Ghost Festival? I did my laundry on the Ghost Festival!]

[No, are there any other taboos? I just want to see how many landmines I have stepped on! ]