Chapter 2129： Supernatural: start to die

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Si Xingyuan also woke up, he took Subei in his arms, looked at the male ghost who stood straight and looked at them, and shouted: "Go!"

The male ghost seemed a little unwilling, but he disappeared.

Si Xingyuan rubbed the somewhat confused North Jiangsu, and said softly, "It's okay, go to sleep."

So Su Bei slept back and wrapped the quilt tightly.

Early the next morning, Subei got up and returned to his house. After all, he still had to shoot.

Everyone woke up one after another. Sister Zhao frowned when she brushed her teeth, but because of the camera, she didn't say anything.

After washing, everyone ate breakfast, soy milk fritters, very grounded.

After eating breakfast, just continue to look at those houses, after all, it still has a sense of age.

The daytime is not as scary as the night, only the history is stronger.

Dongfang Yao also started the story of the popular science house, probably the house of the big family.

But it seems that the owner at the time was a singer.

This reminds everyone of what happened last night, the air is quiet for a moment.

But Sister Zhao naturally changed the subject, "How did this drama die at that time?"

Dongfang Yao thought about it for a while: "It seems that he got sick and died on the day he was going to perform on stage."

"It seems that the performance that day was the performance he most expected, because many famous people came."

Feeling a little sighed, Sister Zhao sighed: "That's really regrettable."

Su Bei's heart moved, maybe the obsession of the drama, maybe even this?

I don't know if Jiang Yan had talked to the male ghost clearly. I asked at night.

Sister Zhao poked North Jiangsu, "What are you thinking?"

North Jiangsu said half-truly: "Maybe he would like to complete this regret, maybe."

Sister Zhao pouted and lengthened her voice, "If I were, I would think too."

In fact, in many rooms in the house, there is nothing special except the carved ones.

The most is to be able to publicize history and culture.

Zheng Wanwan's expression is so unnatural that her character is designed as a dead one.

For example, now she should propose to buy candles or something, and play pen fairy at night.

But the things that scared her last night were a bit of a psychological shadow, and I dare not say anything.

Fortunately, Sister Zhao is more experienced. Zheng Wanwan didn't say it. She said it instead of Zheng Wanwan. There is no way. She always has to create the effect of the program. The money is not for nothing.

Subei smiled, "That's not good, I think it's good to continue fighting with landlords."

Sister Zhao deliberately said: "Why, are you afraid?"

North Jiangsu shook his head, "That's not the case, just think that everything should be in awe."

Sister Zhao patted Su Bei on the shoulder. "You are young. You have an older tone than me. I will beat you tonight if you don't play."

Northern Jiangsu has no choice but to promise.

It's hard to say too much about some things.

At most it was at night that he wanted to think of ways to make the game unsuccessful.

It doesn't matter if you don't play with ghosts, you still play with ghosts, the variables are too big.

Sister Zhao happily grabbed Subei to buy pens and candles and said that she was waiting for the evening.

Then, because there is a snack street not far from the old house, it is inevitable that Sister Zhao took Subei to eat a street.

Subei could not help but ask: "Sister Zhao is not going to keep her figure?"

Sister Zhao's expression stiffened, crying without tears: "You are too much!"

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