I Like Weird the Most

in the room.

Han Yumeng's eyes were red, and she was still sobbing softly, looking pitiful.

It is already twelve o'clock at noon, and it took more than an hour to comfort this little guy.

He Wenzhi definitely won't comfort, he has never comforted a girl in his life.

Mainly rely on Han Yuluo, the talking urn, and their grandmother.

After a phone call, grandma comforted her softly, and at the same time told Han Yumeng about the past.

Because she was still young at that time, Han Yuluo had already been hooked, so Han Yumeng had no impression of this sister at all.

Grandma didn't want Han Yumeng to go down this road. After all, Han Yuluo had learned from the past, so she didn't tell Han Yumeng anything.

In the end, even if she came to live in Spring City with her father, her father didn't say a word about those things.

This also caused Han Yumeng to be in a situation where she didn't know anything so far, so she suddenly had a sister, and she was still in the urn, which scared her half to death.

Han Yumeng, whose mood gradually stabilized, glanced at the urn, and then at He Wenzhi.

"This...is she really my sister?"

He Wenzhi didn't answer, but Han Yuluo said, "Of course it's true. I'm your sister. Would grandma still lie to you?"

Han Yumeng thought about it, her mother died early, her father didn't care about her, and she disappeared, so only grandma was the best for her.

Since grandma said it all, it should be.

So she asked weakly: "Then...then can I see you?"

She barely believed it now, although she was still very afraid of ghosts, but this ghost was her sister after all, so she was still a little curious.

Han Yuluo said: "It's daytime now, I can't get out, so I can only wait until night."

"That's it, then okay..." Han Yumeng nodded, suddenly as if thinking of something.

She suddenly looked at He and asked: "In the past, there were many ghosts cooking at home... Have you raised a ghost at home?"

He Wenzhi nodded without hiding anything: "Yes, I have reminded you many times before, but every time you are afraid of being like that, I can't help it." He spread his hands and shrugged.

Han Yumeng pouted, looking very aggrieved.

"I'm afraid of ghosts, isn't that normal."

"Okay, okay." He Wenzhi scratched her nose: "I know it's because I have encountered such things before, so you have a shadow in your heart."

"But..." Immediately after him, he changed the subject: "You can be afraid of other ghosts, but you don't need to be afraid of the ghosts I brought! Because they are good ghosts, they won't harm you, and they will even protect you !"

"Protect me?" Han Yumeng was taken aback: "You mean... the ghost you have raised at home, is she protecting me?"

"Of course." He Wenzhi nodded: "The ghost you encountered for the first time was the one who told me that you had been trapped by yin energy, and how to save you. Then one time, the family broke in again. She caught a ghost, and it was she who caught that ghost and saved you!"

"Yes, that's right..." Han Yumeng was silent for a while, not knowing what she was thinking.

The next second, her little hand grabbed the corner of He Wenzhi's clothes and shook it gently.

"Well...can I meet her?"

He Wenzhi smiled lightly: "It's not impossible, but I have to ask her first if she would like to see you."

"Oh..." Han Yumeng seemed a little disappointed.

He Wenzhi didn't say anything more, but took Han Yuluo's urn and opened the door of the middle room.

At this moment, a strong cold air gushed out instantly.

At this moment, the temperature in the living room dropped a bit.

Han Yumeng, who was sitting on the chair, was immediately shocked, feeling as if she had been thrown into an ice cave, and her body was about to freeze.

She twisted her stiff neck and slowly looked into the middle room.

The curtains inside were drawn tightly, preventing sunlight from entering.

There is a long table in the innermost place, on which there is a spirit card with the words Huang Xiaoyan written on it impressively.

Below is an urn, and a little below is an incense burner, with burning candles on both sides.

In the seemingly dark and gloomy room, only the flickering candle flame was flickering slightly.

"So he keeps ghosts in this room all the time? No wonder he always locks the door of this room and doesn't let me in." Han Yumeng thought to herself.

The black dog who had been lying down before couldn't help standing up, and the sudden oncoming Yin Qi frightened its back hair to blow out.

Although he has always felt that there is a ghost, but when the door is opened, the black dog with keen sense feels that there is only a distance between the door, as if there are two worlds.

One is the cold underworld, and the other is the warm world.

It stared at He Wenzhi with dog eyes, full of disbelief.

I thought why I asked about raising ghosts just to raise them casually for fun, but it turned out that I raised a ghost with such a deep and thick yin energy?

This is simply shocking the dog for a whole year!

He Wenzhi walked into the room very normally, and Huang Xiaoyan's voice came out.

"You're back, have you bought the food?" She didn't seem to care that there was a dog and a ghost in the house, but she cared more about whether He Wenzhi had bought the food that He Wenzhi promised her to buy.

"Not yet." He Wenzhi shook his head: "It's still broad daylight, I plan to take you to the supermarket to buy it when it gets dark."

"Take me with you?" Huang Xiaoyan was startled, unable to speak for a long time: "But I saw on TV that there are a lot of people in the supermarket. Wouldn't it be nice if you took me with you..."

"What's wrong with that? If you're worried about affecting others, then just stay in the ashes and never come out. Anyway, even if that's the case, you can still see what's going on outside, right?"

"Well, I can see it."

"That's fine, I'll take you there tonight, if you want to eat anything, just tell me in a low voice."

"Oh, good..." Huang Xiaoyan's voice was very low, but for some reason, there was a trace of happiness in her heart.

This felt very strange, which made her somewhat incomprehensible.

Maybe it was because of a friend's invitation?

After all, He Wenzhi is her only friend!

At this moment, He Wenzhi blew the dust on Huang Xiaoyan's urn, and at the same time put Han Yuluo's urn on the other side of the table.

At present, there is only this table in this room, and it can only be placed here first.

Considering that it may bring more ghosts home in the future, it seems that it needs to be remodeled.

For example, change the walls of this room into shelves one by one, so that many urns can be released separately.

Just as He Wenzhi was thinking about this, Han Yuluo's urn suddenly trembled, and then she heard her weak and trembling voice coming out.

"Hello, sister..."

"Well, you're fine too." Huang Xiaoyan replied in a flat voice, and then there was no more sound.

He Wenzhi smiled when he heard the conversation between the two of them.

Although it was brief, at least they said hello, so they should be able to get along well.

Thinking in his heart, He Wenzhi lit a few sticks of incense for them, and then exited the room.

Just as he walked out, there were small and broken sounds in the room.

The two female ghosts started chatting like this, and Huang Xiaoyan, who had been showing little concern before, spoke first.