I want to offer incense to my dead second uncle Wang Liqiang once wondered if there was something wrong with his ears and he heard wrongly.
But when Mu Yunbai said again that he wanted to go and have some incense, Wang Liqiang felt strange, but he readily agreed to take Mu Yunbai there.
"There is a Buddhist hall in the backyard of my house, and the tablets of those who went there first are all there."
Wang Liqiang explained to Mu Yunbai with a smile on his face, "Do you want to go there now?"
Mu Yunbai nodded and followed Wang Liqiang to his feet.
When Tang Xiaoman saw this, he immediately put down the tableware in his hands and stood up.
Mu Yunbai turned around and stopped her: "I'm just going to offer some incense.
If you're fine, just go around the yard and wait for me."
Hey, what does he mean?
Tang Xiaoman looked at the backs of Mu Yunbai and Wang Liqiang leaving, wondering if he had guessed wrong.
She took the opportunity to look out the window at the lush greenery of the yard, thinking of Mu Yunbai asking her to go around the yard, but she didn't understand what could happen to the yard that she could see at this glance.
However, since Mu Yunbai made an explanation before leaving, Tang Xiaoman decided to obey absolutely.
But as soon as he stepped onto the lawn, he found Qu Bin sitting in a daze under a big tree at the other end of the yard.
"Why are you here?
Why don't you follow us in."
Tang Xiaoman came over and sat cross-legged next to Qu Bin.
"I can't get in."
Qu Bin looked up at the building in front of him and said in a daze, "This house is blessed by their ancestors, and ordinary ghosts cannot enter it."
"Really?"
Tang Xiaoman followed Qu Bin's eyes and looked over.
Sure enough, she found that this small building with only three floors seemed to be locked under a transparent dome.
It was just because she didn't pay attention when she entered just now.
I didn't see it.
"I didn't expect their ancestors to be so powerful."
Tang Xiaoman nodded and sighed.
"But their house always makes me feel weird."
Qu Bin frowned and said with a puzzled face, "Although it was blessed by the ancestors, after all, it is a house where living people live, and it should have strong Yang energy.
Yes, but this house always makes me feel eerie.”
"No."
Tang Xiaoman retorted disapprovingly.
If we talk about a gloomy house, Fang Xuan's suburban villa is much colder than this one.
"Xiao Man, I still think there is something fishy about this house."
Qu Bin pointed to a window on the second floor of the villa and said, "Especially that room, I always feel like there is something in there."
Tang Xiaoman looked at the room Qu Bin pointed to, only to find an eight or nine-year-old boy standing in the window looking at him.
"You're really enough, aren't you just a child?"
Tang Xiaoman rolled his eyes at Qu Bin.
But Qu Bin stared motionlessly at that room, and the little boy in that room also stared motionless at their side.
"Tell me, can he see us?"
Qu Bin suddenly asked.
"I think he can see me."
Tang Xiaoman smiled and waved at the window, and whispered to Qu Bin, "How can ordinary people see you?"
However, the little boy in the window not only did not respond to Tang Xiaoman's wave, but suddenly turned and left, which made Tang Xiaoman's hand waving in the air look particularly embarrassed.
"Children today are really not cute."
Tang Xiaoman retracted his hand and said angrily
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