Before he turned around, I secretly took a picture of him with my phone.
"Brother Chen, could he be controlled by a ghost? He seems like a puppet to me."
Old Dao stared at the middle-aged man's back and began to analyze.
I also feel there's a problem.
But there was nothing to it about him. Although the man was strange, he didn't have any ghostly aura.
It shouldn't be the situation Lao Dao described.
Unless, of course, this ghost is extremely powerful, far exceeding my ability to handle it.
Lao Dao and I went to the room, put down our luggage, and rested for a while.
A moment later, an old man dressed in burlap pushed open the door.
Holding a steaming bowl of food in their hands.
"You two have come from afar, please rest and have some hot food!"
The old man said.
It's true what they say, birds of a feather flock together.
The old man's voice is also very pleasant, just like a broadcaster's.
I was thinking to myself, if this family really are ghosts, then they are the kind of ghosts associated with sound.
We thanked the old man, who told us to eat well and rest well before closing the door.
I also secretly took a picture of the old man just now.
Old Dao's stomach was growling with hunger, and he couldn't stand it any longer. He picked up his chopsticks and began to eat heartily.
At that moment, my phone finally got a signal.
I quickly contacted Liu Sandao and briefly explained what had happened.
After listening, Liu Sandao quickly sent a voice message.
"Get out of here! Zhou the tailor is a man!"
The voice also had a tremolo.
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