God became the villain's little ancestor

Chapter 149 I Have a Date with the Ghost King (18)

"Grandpa, are you coming to eat bean curd again?"

Qian Lai walked over to say hello familiarly, but after waiting for a long time for no response, the boss came over with a smile on his face.

"Little girl, here again? He's old, and he's already half-into the coffin. I don't know if he has any regrets. He comes almost every day, and the whole day is spent walking."

Qian Lai nodded, and took another look at the old man.

"Brother, is he alive or dead?"

Xuan Ming sat beside her, glanced at the old man sharply, then retracted lightly, and said: "A stranger, but his lifespan is near the end of his life."

Qian Lai saw the same way.

Zhou Jingyu, who was regarded as a person in the air: "..."

She touched the charm in her pocket, but it was fine.

Even if he can't take the yin relative, at least he can save his life.

"Boss, tell us the story of He Zhai again. What was He Zhai like before? Who is the thing that is said to be lingering inside?"

Boss: "Okay, I'll tell you when I'm not busy. Come on, let's eat the chestnuts first."

The business in the shop was good, and the boss was a bit too busy alone, Qian Lai waited quietly, looking at the old man one after another.

As for the old man, his eyes were cloudy and decayed, looking in one direction.

Qian Lai looked along and found that it was He Zhai's direction.

"Hello, are you Tong Qianlai?" Two handsome boys came over.

Qian Lai looked up, "Yes."

The two boys looked at each other with joy.

"Great! We are your fans, and we often watch your live broadcast! Last time you came to He Zhai's live broadcast, we also watched it. I wanted to watch it today, but I didn't expect to meet you in person!"

Boys have always been familiar creatures, crowded to occupy the last side of the table, and started the journey of chasing stars.

Originally, the popularity of supernatural anchors would not be so high, but Qian Lai is pretty, and the live broadcast effect is also good. Unknowingly, she has gained a wave of fans.

As for Zhou Jingyu, she was completely ignored.

She squeezed the tea cup tightly in her hand.

"Are you wanting to know about He Zhai? We've done our homework! Let me tell you!" A boy said eagerly.

The air became inexplicably cold.

The original early autumn seemed to have turned into a cold winter in an instant.

Qian Lai covered her lips and coughed, glanced at Xuan Ming indistinctly, and signaled him to turn down the temperature so that it wouldn't snow all June.

Xuan Ming turned his head, hum.

Do not listen!

Want to gouge out their eyes!
Throw it into the oil pan for a 360-degree frying in a hoop-style universe!
Qian Lai almost forgot how cruel the ghost king was before he fell asleep, so he had no choice but to keep them cold.

"I heard that He Zhai was a wealthy family decades ago, and there were many servants and maids in the family. The one who lingers in He Zhai is a little girl named Yaya."

"Yaya has a special status. She is not considered a maid, but she is not a young lady either. She was just raised to worship her ancestors. She stayed in the ancestral hall since she was a child. She was often beaten and scolded by the second wife of He Zhai. Sometimes she didn't say anything when she was wronged. Anyway, it was miserable. correct."

Qian Lai smiled: "Then do you know why Yaya hasn't left for so many years?"

"You can guess if you don't know." The boy smiled shyly, "According to this routine, there must be some unfulfilled wish, or someone waiting."

"Young man, you're only half right." The boss was almost too busy, and chatted together while wiping the back of his hands.

"The He Zhai was very beautiful back then, but later, in the seventh year after Yaya entered the He Zhai, the He Zhai began to lose."

(End of this chapter)