Under the warming effect of the magic weapon, the little ghost's body recovered and he had the strength to scare people in the villa.
Old stories that had been buried for a long time were revealed again in front of people, the narrator choked with sobs, and the listeners were heartbroken.
They were all very sad, but the little ghost just tilted his head, as if he was listening to someone else's story.
So that's how it is.
Jiang Wenchao looked back at the little ghost. Perhaps she shouldn't call her that anymore. She had her own name: Huanhuan. She looked at the old man with the cane with a confused look, as if trying to identify him.
The old lady had never dared to mention this matter to anyone before. The living are always afraid of talking about ghosts and gods. The old lady was very afraid that any more accidents would happen, and she could not bear any mistakes.
Aunt Chen's eyes started to feel sore again.
They actually didn't know what to do. They just wanted to keep her for a while longer, even if they couldn't see her.
The old lady realized that the person in front of her was unusual and asked anxiously: "Can you see Huanhuan? How is she? Does she have anything to say to grandma..."
Huanhuan looked a little confused. Jiang Wenchao paused for a moment before asking, "Is there anything you want to do?"
Yu Huan thought for a while and shook his head in distress: "I don't know."
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The loved ones are right in front of you, but you can’t see them or recognize them.
Jiang Wenchao acted as a mouthpiece between the old lady and Yu Huan.
On this day, Yu Huan got to know the villa again.
The fruit in the bedroom was specially prepared for her, not used as a warehouse; the food on the table and the snacks in the refrigerator were all for her to eat, because they felt that after becoming ghosts, they were eating the smell of food; the attic was not a warehouse before, but a place where she kept her treasures...
Yu Huan couldn't recall, but she felt that what Jiang Wenchao said was true. The food on the table always made her drool, the snacks in the refrigerator she wanted to eat but couldn't, and the comic books in the attic she really liked, but she only finished reading half of them.
She was shocked and searched everywhere, "How come the update is gone after the third volume?"
Jiang Wenchao wrote down the names of the comic books, went to the terrace, made a phone call, and had someone buy them and send them over.
The imp can briefly become physical, so she can push open the window, but doing so often becomes tiring.
Jiang Wenchao acted as the little ghost's automatic book-turning machine.
The comic book was placed on the sofa. Xiao Gui was reading it intently with her chin in her hand. Jiang Wenchao was sitting on a stool next to her, with his arms stretched out so that he could turn the pages after she finished reading.
The sound of the dripping rain became a soothing white noise. When Yu Huan's gaze fell to the bottom, Jiang Wenchao would twist the book and turn a new page.
Of course, we didn't have such a tacit understanding at the beginning.
If he flipped the pages too fast or too slowly, Huanhuan would complain sullenly, "I haven't finished reading yet." Or, "Hurry up, it's time to turn to the next page."
Gradually, Jiang Wenchao mastered the rhythm without her having to say anything.
Huanhuan would laugh as she read, and would tell Jiang Wenchao about the plot in the comic book: "Hahaha, he's so stupid."
Jiang Wenchao lowered his eyes, his eyelashes were naturally long and thick, his profile was handsome, and he responded briefly.
In fact, he didn't even pay attention to what the comic book said.
Not only does the little ghost attract people when it is noisy, but it also makes people unable to take their eyes off it when it is quiet.
What would she be like if nothing happened?
Given the Yu family's financial situation, she should be able to attend City A International High School. She should be very popular in school.
Maybe I'd run into her at the corner of the corridor, neither of us knowing each other, but I couldn't help but take a second look; maybe I'd pass by the school playground and see her in her school uniform, attending baseball class, talking to others, and smiling beautifully...
Gently roll your Adam's apple.
Huanhuan slapped the sofa hard. Although she didn't hit anyone, the action was enough to wake Jiang Wenchao up.
"Sorry," he murmured, turning the page immediately.
In the corner, Qi Yan'an and Chi Jing watched for a long time. They couldn't see Yu Huan, and although they knew Yu Huan was there, they still found it strange to see Jiang Wenchao talking to himself.
"Why do I feel like something is wrong?" Qi Yan'an scratched his hair.
Chi Jing was still immersed in the horrific story and couldn't get out of it. He asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"A Chao is so good-tempered that he's flipping through books for others..."
Before Qi Yan'an could finish his words, he was interrupted by the stubborn Chi Jing, "What's wrong with flipping through a book? If it were me, I would be willing to do it too. Huanhuan is so pitiful, what's wrong with taking care of her?"
He argued convincingly. Qi Yan'an took a deep breath and said, "The problem is that the person is Ah Chao. When did he become so considerate and kind?"
Seeing that Chi Jing still didn't say anything, he gave up and asked directly: "Just think about it, if it was you, your hands couldn't move and you asked Ah Chao to turn the pages for you, what would his reaction be?"
"Let me go." Chi Jing said without thinking, and then he came to his senses, opened his mouth wide, and looked at the sofa in the living room again.
Maybe it was because I was thinking about that aspect, but no matter how I looked at Jiang Wenchao's actions, I felt that he was gentle and patient.
No way.
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The formations and talismans they had prepared were useless, and she simply couldn't run away.
"What should we do next? Do we really want to help her to be reborn?" Chi Jing asked Jiang Wenchao.
"But didn't Achao say that she couldn't hold on any longer..." Qi Yan'an didn't mean to ruin anyone's mood, he just couldn't help but remind her when he thought of it.
Jiang Wenchao was silent for a while, and after a while he whispered, "I'll think of a way."
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