"Huh? Really? You really can't speak anymore?"
"Then can you sing a song for me?"
…
Yang Fan suddenly discovered a problem. Nie Xiaoyu seemed to have lost the ability to speak, but when Yang Fan asked her to sing, she was able to sing a beautiful song again.
What's going on?
Is this female ghost deliberately trying to pick a fight with me?
You can sing but you can’t speak. Who are you trying to fool?
Perhaps thinking that Nie Xiaoyu was pretending to be deaf and dumb, Yang Fan's eyes suddenly rolled, and then he said to her with a sly smile: "Xiaoyu, lift up your skirt and let me see it?"
“Swish!”
Without any hesitation, Nie Xiaoyu actually lifted up her long skirt, and Yang Fan could clearly see that there was a white lace pattern under the skirt, and the style was very sexy.
"Uh... do you really want to scold me now? Then don't be polite, just scold me as much as you can!" Yang Fan said awkwardly, touching his nose.
quiet!
It was quiet in the morgue!
Nie Xiaoyu didn't say a word, still keeping the posture of lifting her skirt, and then looked at Yang Fan with a calm look, without even a trace of emotion on her face.
"No way? You really can't speak anymore?" Yang Fan finally confirmed that Nie Xiaoyu really couldn't speak anymore.
Looking at Nie Xiaoyu who was standing there quietly, foolishly lifting her skirt, Yang Fan touched his chin awkwardly and said, "Uh...you can put your skirt down now. I was just joking with you."
“Swish!”
Without any hesitation, Nie Xiaoyu put her skirt down again, and then stared straight at Yang Fan, as if waiting for his next order.
"Xiaoyu, besides using your singing to confuse people's minds, what other skills do you have?" Yang Fan asked subconsciously.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Without any sign, Nie Xiaoyu's long hair suddenly moved without wind, and then radiated out like a spider web, and also swept several surrounding corpse storage cabinets into the air.
"Stop, stop, stop!" Yang Fan was suddenly startled.
"Bang!"
The corpse storage cabinets fell back to their original places, and Nie Xiaoyu's hair automatically retracted and fell back on her shoulders.
"Uh... besides shaking your hair and singing, what else can you do?" Yang Fan asked, touching his chin.
“Swish!”
Nie Xiaoyu suddenly raised her arms and spread out her ten fingers. The next second, ten long and sharp nails emerged from her fingers.
Yang Fan: “…”?
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