After hanging up the phone with Yuan Yiping, Chi Shen looked at the floral dress again.
What Yuan Yiping said is reliable, but it seems to be quite different from the actual situation?
As for transcendence...
Chi Shen thought about what he knew. Physical salvation... could also be considered salvation, right?
However, Chi Shen had no plans to physically perform the salvation on Floral Skirt now. Floral Skirt was already miserable enough, and if she was physically saved again, it would be even more miserable. Chi Shen felt that he was not a devil, and he would definitely not do such a thing.
He felt that the matter of the floral dress not being liberated was not that simple, as if someone was deliberately keeping her, so he decided to put the matter of the floral dress aside for the time being.
Some people also said that the game that Ledao wanted to make this time was based on a real serial murder case, and Floral Skirt was the victim of the serial murder case. Maybe they will have to work on the new game together in the future, so it’s not too much to call him a colleague in advance.
"You can find a room you like here and live there," Chi Shen said, looking at the floral skirt, "or you can go back to find Li Xu."
The girl in the floral dress didn't say anything, so Chi Shen took it as her consent. He yawned and looked at the time. After all the trouble tonight, it was already twelve o'clock. He had to go to work tomorrow, so he needed sleep.
At this time, the cell phone rang, and Chi Shen took a look at the caller ID: Dad Bai.
In the study, although Bai Ximing still looked like a kind elder, the veins on his hand holding the phone were bulging. This time, he called Chi Shen before waiting for ten minutes.
Bai Ran looked at this scene and sneered in his heart.
In his opinion, Chi Shen would certainly not hang up Bai Ximing's call. When he saw Bai Ximing's call, he would be so happy that he would not have time to hang up.
There was definitely only one reason why Chi Shen hung up the phone: he had no way of answering the call, and couldn't even make the phone ring, so he hung up immediately.
What would that be like?
Bai Ran's lips curled up slightly, revealing a pure smile.
Are you being chased by a ghost and hiding in the closet, daring not to make a sound, or are you being harassed by ghost phone calls and are too afraid to answer the calls?
Today is the third day, the third day since he put the sachet in.
This call will not be answered because Chi Shen has already...
The smile on Bai Ran's face turned cruel.
Being chased by hundreds of ghosts and eaten to death must be very suitable for Chi Shen, right?
"Hello?" Bai Ximing turned on the speakerphone, and the young man's slightly tired voice came from the other side, "Mr. Bai, you are not sleeping so late, are you praying for the souls of the dead?"
Chi Shen answered the phone and had dealt with everything that needed to be dealt with. Now he could also spare some time to spend with his biological father.
What's more, the floral skirt is inextricably linked to the Bai family, so he also wanted to hear what Bai Ximing wanted to say when he called.
Bai Ximing was just about to call Chi Shen to show his “concern” for him but he didn’t answer the phone:?
Bai Ran was stunned. This person is not dead yet? Why is he speaking in such a sleepy tone?! Is what Lu Xiangyang said true? Is this person really living comfortably in the old house?!
Bai Ximing felt that Chi Shen was a little strange today. This man had always called him dad before, but why did he suddenly become "Mr. Bai" today?
He suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and said, "I will answer the phone next time."
"Sorry, something happened just now." Chi Shen's apology sounded very sincere, which made Bai Ximing's expression ease a little.
"Are you in trouble? What happened in the old house?" Bai Ximing said good-temperedly.
"Nothing happened, it's normal," Chi Shen said briskly, "I was just chatting with my friends in the old house, it was quite pleasant."
Now He Lao pricked up his ears, looked at Bai Ximing in confusion, and signaled with his eyes: "Friend?"
Bai Ximing also thought of the unknown person who nailed the ghost child to the pillar, and asked, "Who is your friend?"
Chi Shen looked at the ghosts in his room and said happily, "There is a handsome guy wearing glasses, but I don't know why his body is cold. There is also a little girl who likes to wear floral dresses. Her leg is broken and she looks a bit pitiful. There is also a little sister who wears red clothes every day, but she doesn't like to talk much."
Bai Ximing and He Lao looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.
They both knew very well that Chi Shen was talking about ghosts. They all understood the tricks of ghosts and how they liked to amuse people. But Chi Shen, a useless guy who knew nothing, actually mistook ghosts for humans. It was ridiculous!
Hearing the laughter, Chi Shen also smiled. It seemed that the people of the Bai family still didn't take him seriously. That was good. It would give him a lot of room to play.
In the study, listening to Chi Shen's calm voice, Bai Ran's face looked very ugly.
On the third night, Chi Shen was not dead and the ghost did not go crazy. What happened?
Can he really survive in that old house full of ghosts?
Bai Ran tightened his hands behind his back and lowered his head to hide his vicious eyes - he knew that the words of that loser Lu Xiangyang could not be trusted, but it didn't matter, he still had a backup plan.
He will definitely, definitely make Chi Shen—die!
Since the ghost didn't kill him, let him die in disgrace.
When he thought of Chi Shen kneeling on the ground and crying, he really felt better.
Bai Ximing hadn't stopped laughing yet. He asked with a smile, "Have you seen a bride in a red wedding dress? Has she come out?"
Chi Shen on the other end of the phone blinked, his face calm and his heart calm: "No, it's too scary to see a bride in the middle of the night."
"Okay," Bai Ximing looked at Bai Ran and said gently into the phone, "You have to answer the phone until you die. Do you understand?"
Chi Shen paused for a moment, and suddenly a smiling voice came: "Okay, I understand."
After hanging up the phone, Bai Ximing didn't care about Chi Shen's last smile, but looked at Bai Ran: "Are you relieved now?"
Bai Ran raised his head, an apologetic expression already on his face: "Excuse me, father."
"As for the murder of Lu Xiangyang and the ghost who came after you, I will send someone to investigate later." Bai Ximing said, "You go back today."
Bai Ran hesitated for a moment and did not move.
Bai Xi understood clearly and asked, "Afraid?"
Bai Ran did not deny: "Yes, I am afraid."
Bai Ximing smiled and said, "Mr. He, find him a room and let him stay at the host's house tonight."
Mr. He smiled and took Bai Ran away. When they walked out of the door, Bai Ran looked back at the study. Bai Ximing was drinking tea leisurely. His eyes changed slightly, but he became obedient again when Mr. He looked over.
Soon, the lights in the Bai family's study dimmed, and the night fell into silence.
And Chi Shen in the old house was sitting seriously in front of an antique, paint-chipped table with a piece of white paper in front of him.
Ji Xingchen was watching Chi Shen from the side, and the girl in the floral skirt also looked over curiously.
Chi Shen looked at the white paper for a moment, raised his hand lazily, and folded the paper in half casually.
Thick black ghost energy emerged from his cuffs and slowly covered the paper as he moved, drawing incomprehensible patterns on the paper. The lights in the room dimmed a bit, and the woman in the floral skirt shivered, suddenly feeling a little cold.
Soon, the white paper was dyed black by the ghost energy, and dark red slowly seeped out of the black. The red became more and more obvious, and finally the whole paper turned scarlet, and the paper was folded into a paper phone by Chi Shen.
Chi Shen took out another pen, drew the buttons on the red phone, and wrote a phone number next to it.
The moment she finished writing, the temperature in the room began to rise slowly, the lights became bright again, her floral skirt stopped shaking, and the invisible pressure that seemed to crush her disappeared. She glanced at Chi Shen with fear-filled eyes and began to sway from side to side, trying to find a place to hide.
After a paper phone was completed, Chi Shen admired his work with satisfaction. He took out a lighter and lit a corner of the paper phone. Soon the paper phone was burned, leaving only a pile of ashes. At the same time, a paper phone fell into Ji Xingchen's hands.
Ji Xingchen looked at the paper phone and used it to call Chi Shen's cell phone. Chi Shen hung up, smiled and said a few words to Ji Xingchen, then said, "I'm asleep, you can do whatever you want."
I have to go to work tomorrow, so going to bed early is the most important thing!
"Good night." Ji Xingchen said and turned off the bedroom light for Chi Shen.
Not long after he slept, Chi Shen felt a noise under the bed. He slowly got up from the bed to check, and saw that the female ghost in red had returned and was dragging out the floral skirt that had hidden under the bed at some point.
No one knew what the female ghost in red had done outside. At this time, she had grown another arm, and the two arms worked together to drag the floral skirt out.
Seeing that it was his friend who lived under the same roof, Chi Shen lay down again and fell asleep happily.
When the red-dressed female ghost was about to get under the bed, Ji Xingchen came out from Chi Shen's shadow, raised his hand and dragged her out, took out a paper phone and asked her, "Do you want to play the telephone game?"
He shook the red-painted paper phone in his hand, and his tone was coaxing. The red-clothed female ghost's attention was quickly attracted, and she followed Ji Xingchen's hand up and down.
The red paper looks very nice, and it looks similar to the color of the red-clothed female ghost's nails.
The red-clothed ghost girl was a little confused, but she looked confused and dull: "Can I play the telephone game, too?"
"Of course you can play," Ji Xingchen handed over the paper phone, "The phone number is written on the phone. You call this number tonight. If he doesn't answer, you keep calling. If he answers, you ask him a question."
Looking at the paper phone happily, the red-dressed ghost was eager to ask: "What do you want to ask?"
Ji Xingchen recalled Chi Shen's words and said, "Ask him, 'If you're not dead, you have to answer the phone. Do you understand?'."
"Okay!" The female ghost in red cheered and agreed happily.
Ji Xingchen pointed at the cabinet and said, "Go to the cabinet and make a phone call. Ask the brother in the cabinet to block the sound so as not to disturb Chi Shen's sleep."
The red-clothed female ghost immediately rushed to the cabinet happily, muttering: "If you are not dead, you must answer the phone, do you understand? If you are not dead, you must answer the phone, do you understand? If you are not dead, you must answer the phone, do you understand?"
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