Who is my upstairs

Chapter 19
Although Yang Xiaofan received a text message from the bank last night, her card had an extra 4500 yuan, most of that money was Li Shaohuang's three-month "room fee" prepaid to her.

However, Yang Xiaofan still hopes that he can be self-reliant.

Lin Luoluo on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time before slowly speaking: "Xiaofan, are you really planning to enter the society to work? You got married as soon as you graduated, and you have no work experience at all..."

"Luoluo, I know it's difficult, but everything is difficult at the beginning. If I find it difficult and stop moving forward, then how should I live in the days to come?" Yang Xiaofan bit his lower lip, this painful lesson taught her a truth, a woman The ability to be financially independent must not be lost under any circumstances.

"I support you, Xiao Fan. A woman should be self-reliant. A scum like Xu Zhiwen is not worthy of your commemoration. If I have time, I will go to your place to find you, and the two of us can catch up..." Lin Lin on the other end of the phone Luoluo encouraged.

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Yang Xiaofan's academic qualifications are really good. He was recommended for the college entrance examination to enter a famous university, and he won several national scholarships during his schooling.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Xiaofan used his mobile phone to surf the Internet and submitted resumes to several large companies.

Compared to those who couldn't find a job, Yang Xiaofan was lucky. With a resume that didn't even have a photo but only had school experience, he was arranged for an interview tomorrow by a foreign company.

After sitting on the bed for a while, Yang Xiaofan put on his slippers and opened the red painted bedroom door.Yang Xiaofan wanted to look up to see what the weather was like outside the window, but when he looked up, he saw a row of dead bodies hanging from the ceiling.

The corpses were all dressed in Qing Dynasty gowns and black trousers, which were tied up to the ankles with ropes.

The shoes on the feet are black cloth shoes with thick and strong soles, and yellow dead grass is stained in the yellow mud on them.

Because the ceiling is too high, Yang Xiaofan can't see their faces at all from Yang Xiaofan's angle, he can only feel the sinister wind gusts in this somewhat slanted and twisted corridor, shaking this group of old ceilings here and there.

This thing is called Lao Diao in her hometown.

According to my hometown, if a person is hanged to death, he will go to the eighteenth level of hell, go up the mountain of knives, and go down to the frying pan.If you die in a special and relatively closed place, and your soul can't get out, you will become the most vicious ghost demanding your life.

Yang Xiaofan felt as uncomfortable as inhaling a mouthful of dry ice. After experiencing many horrific incidents in the house, Yang Xiaofan found a way to relieve his inner fear.

That is, when encountering something, first judge whether everything that is happening in front of you is a hallucination,
Yang Xiaofan closed his eyes hard, tried his best to keep his mind awake, and opened his eyes after a while.

Fortunately, those old hangers dangling from the ceiling disappeared.

What appeared in front of my eyes were the yellow eyes of the black cat again.

It hugged a chandelier in the corridor, stared down at Yang Xiaofan from top to bottom.

She suddenly had the urge to take off her slippers and smash the black cat to death. Everything seemed to be related to the black cat.Its yellow-orange eyes seem to be able to bring people into a fantasy world.

As if the black cat looked at each other, Yang Xiaofan suppressed the fear in his heart, tried not to care about the black cat, and walked down the wooden stairs softly and slowly.

Last night, after the bus hit a black cat, she still had lingering fears about the landslide. It's better not to provoke such a spiritual guy.

(End of this chapter)