Where does the fortune teller live?
She suddenly asked.
Madam Luo was taken aback, then raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"I'm going to find her."
She turned to leave, her face cold.
Mrs. Luo, not knowing what she was going to do, quickly grabbed her.
Frowning, her face full of worry, she said, "Xin Die, can you please stop making a fuss?"
"Why would you go to a fortune teller when you have nothing to do?"
It was late at night, and Mrs. Luo was having a terrible headache.
"If you don't want me to look for it, then explain yourself clearly."
Rong Chang turned around, her tone indifferent.
Mrs. Luo met her sharp gaze.
He was speechless for a moment, “…”
Rong Shang knew that she wouldn't tell.
Because I was worried that she would be affected.
It was clearly out of love for his daughter.
Rong Shang couldn't bear to blame her.
The two stared at each other for a long time.
Finally, she sighed.
He raised his hand and broke free from Madam Luo's grasp.
"I'm going to sleep."
After speaking, he walked past Madam Luo.
Rong Shang heard her let out a long sigh.
She pursed her lips and didn't say anything.
She then walked through the living room.
The monk was holding a peach wood sword and chanting incantations.
The saying goes, "Gods return to temples, ghosts return to graves, and demons and monsters return to the mountains and forests."
She heard lines that she would only ever hear on television.
Rong Shang found it amusing.
She suddenly changed direction and walked over.
When she approached the monk, he was startled.
He glanced at her several times, but when he met her sharp gaze, he felt somewhat lacking in confidence.
The more you read, the more mistakes you make.
Unable to resist, Rong Shang chuckled.
"Master, is this house haunted?"
She suddenly spoke, disturbing him.
The monk glanced at her, his eyes revealing a hint of displeasure.
He didn't say a word.
He turned back, took a sip of the talisman water, and then sprayed it onto the peach wood sword.
He continued chanting the incantation.
Actually, he kept telling her to hurry up and leave.
Rong Shang knew, but she just wouldn't leave.
She stood to the side, staring at him for a long time.
He continued, "Actually, I've seen ghosts before."
"She is an old woman, with only half of her body."
"At night, she kept floating around the villa."
"Sometimes, I'll suddenly hear a loud bang while I'm sleeping."
He speaks in a sarcastic and unsettling way.
At that moment, Rong Shang suddenly leaned closer, and the monk seemed to be startled.
Shake your shoulders slightly.
He knew in his heart that she was just bluffing him.
He performed rituals for people so many times.
That time I actually encountered a ghost.
The so-called method is actually just to eliminate people's fear.
But……
"If you don't believe me, go for a walk in the early morning."
"Who knows, she might even sing you a Peking Opera song."
laugh.
Rong Chang gave him a sinister look.
The monk could no longer contain himself; sweat was beading on his forehead.
Footsteps came from behind.
Rong Shang turned around and glanced back.
Seeing the shadow cast on the wall, they knew that Madam Luo had arrived.
She looked away, turned around, and went upstairs.
at night.
Madam Luo had an empty room prepared for the monk to stay in.
At first, there were people inside, and his reaction was relatively normal.
Later, Madam Luo left, and the servants also left.
He was left alone in this unfamiliar place.
The monk looked up and glanced at them, then took off his outer robe.
For some reason, as I approached the window, I suddenly remembered what Miss Luo had said.
"ghost."
"Do ghosts really exist in this world?"
No matter how he thought about it, the monk still couldn't quite believe it.
I don't believe it; how could there be ghosts in this world?
Has anyone ever seen a ghost?
In fact, most of them are fabricated out of thin air.
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