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It can't be true?

There are female ghosts in the room of the Negro's wife

Shouldn't it?

I quickly explored the situation in the house.

At this time, the ghost stayed inside, and was still sleeping in the bed inside.

After a careful exploration, there is no physical induction.

Sure enough, the slave's wife must have been eaten by the ghost.

It's over. I can't fulfill the last wishes of the slaves.

But soon, I felt that there was something wrong with my inference.

What do you think of this ghost girl? How can it look like some pictures of his wife in the space storage left by the slaves?

Is it the ghost who did it on purpose?

Or is this female ghost

It's a vain thought to think about it. It's better to ask her directly.

I went straight into this room, in front of the ghost.

"Why are you here?" I tried to communicate with this ghost girl.

Not all ghosts can communicate with people smoothly.

But obviously, this ghost can communicate with people.

I was shocked by my aggressive way of playing.

The ghost quickly flashed back, and then, she looked at me fiercely. At the same time, there were some doubts.

"Why are you here?" I asked again.

"Who are you and why do you come to my place?" The ghost said coldly.

"Your territory?" I was surprised to hear what he said.

This is her territory. Isn't she a slave's wife.

But after swallowing the body of the slave's wife, because the slave's wife looks good-looking, it turns into the appearance of the slave's wife.

I shook my head. It shouldn't be like this. I think too much.

"Who are you and why are you at the wife's house of a friend of mine?" I asked, staring at the ghost.

"Your friend? Who is it? " When the ghost heard me, her mood was very obvious.

When I saw this, I reported the name of the slaves.

"My friend is a nigger."

"Nigger!"

Hearing what I said, the ghost was shivering all over her body.

She's excited, isn't she? What's the connection between her and the slaves?

Is this female ghost a junior who killed the slave's wife in order to win the right position, and then disguised herself as a slave's wife.

Yes, with the black slave's obsession with his wife, perhaps, after seeing the ghost, he would really fall in love with her.

Poor nigger, he must not know that his wife, who has always been haunted by others, has long been poisoned by others.

Moreover, the culprit is still himself.

I can't stop the fantasy in my heart, but in reality, the ghost suddenly towards me.

I'll go. She's trying to kill people.

If you don't want me to tell her the news, just talk to me. Why do you have to use such a grumpy way?

But I like it.

Since the memory of the past life awakened, I found that I like to fight more and more.

Especially bullying those weak kids, I just want to teach one a lesson.

In front of this female ghost, is the existence of weak strength, just suitable for me to bully.

Unlike before, in the face of the impact of female ghosts, I did not dodge this time.

Deep palm, toward the direction of the ghost.

"Stop!"

I called softly.

The ghost actually stopped.

Of course, it wasn't the ghost who wanted to stop, she had to stop.

Besides, it's hard to move a bomb.

Female ghost constantly struggling, frightened looking at me, eyes full of doubt and puzzled.

She must be thinking, I have this strength, why would I let her go before?

Can I tell her that I didn't arrest her because I despised her?

In my mind, people are different, ghosts and ghosts are also different.

People have good and bad people, and ghosts have good and bad ghosts.

What I want to eliminate is only those bad people and bad ghosts, good people and good ghosts. I have to judge before I decide how to deal with them.

"Female ghost, I advise you to be honest. Who are you, why do you come here, and where is the slave's wife?" I stare at the ghost and ask.

"Don't you know who I am? What do you want to do Said the ghost.

I know who the ghost is?

It seems that something is wrong. It seems that there is no such thing in the slave's space storage."You just have to answer my questions honestly."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll have to give you something to eat." I opened my eyes wide and threatened her.

"I am the slave's wife, Bailu."

"This is my home. I rest in my own home." The dame didn't try to get me to use special methods.

But, her words, let me some can't believe.

I don't believe it.

"Bailu? Are you Bailu? "

I found a lot of things about the negro from his spatial storage.

Bailu is indeed his wife, but I'm not sure if the ghost is Bailu.

"You are Bai Luo, you must give me some proof, otherwise, how can I believe that you are Bailu?"

Actually, I was surprised by Bailu's situation.

Shouldn't a slave's wife be a corpse? How come she has become a ghost now?

What's more, it seems that it's a murderous ghost!

"I am really Bailu, but I have no proof that I am Bailu." The ghost girl lowered her head and said to me.

It seems that there is really no evidence that can let Bai Lu reveal clearly.

"Let me think about it."

I think carefully, let alone, really let me find a good way.

I have some notes left by the slaves here, which record some things about the slaves and Bailu.

I think it's Bailu who can definitely answer the questions.

"Bailu, now I'm going to ask you a few questions. You should think about it carefully and answer them." I asked the ghost.

"Well, tell me, I know, and I will tell you." The ghost doesn't know. I want to test her.

I don't care about her. As long as she can answer the right questions, she is the real Bailu.

"Listen, it was the first time you dated a nigger. What day was it?" I secretly looked at the black slave's diary, and my face turned red.

Looking at the slave's diary, I always have a feeling of peeping into other people's privacy.

"Me and him? The first official date? " The ghost looked at me in surprise.

It is estimated that even if she wants to break her head, she will not think that I will ask such questions.