Whose haunted house?

m her fright on Mu Yuqing.After calling out many times, she finally jolted and came to her senses."Mu Yuqing!" I broke the Shackling Ghost Seal, fixing my gaze on her soul.She was trembling all over,...My brother glanced back at me and smiled, "What's up My hard drive treasure trove has been accumulated over many years... ouch."

I kicked him in the back at the counter. This guy is really something!

Twenty-three already! Still all about planting seeds and making appointments all day long!

My brother isn't a NEET or anything. He's got good looks, no doubt about it; he might be a little skinny, but he's really fit, you know He was the star player of the basketball team last year, and on the court, taking off his shirt would send everyone screaming. As for money... well, yeah, he gets his allowance from me, but he's generous when it comes to spending it. He spends tons of money on games, and even goes to five-star hotels when going out with someone. I gotta admit, I'm impressed.

But he seemed to have a lot in common with the average-looking shut-in, and I was a little annoyed.

My brother isn't that bad, okay!

The man across from me looked displeased and awkwardly said, "Uh, your wife is also pretty…"

"Honey, what the heck!" my brother and I shouted together.

"This is my sister!" he shouted at the otaku. "You come to our house without even checking first, looking for a fight"

"Sorry, sorry..." the otaku bent down and apologized.

How could a man who is so ordinary in appearance, pale, and not very wealthy have such a stunning ex-girlfriend

Such a woman should be very realistic, what's she getting with this otaku Plus, listening to the way this otaku talks, he's also taken quite a few private photos and videos of himself

My brother shook his pocket, and a small wooden stopper fell out, soft like a bottle cork, with a foul smell.

"Where did you get this thing It smells so strongly of death..." My brother grimaced and shoved it back into his pocket.

After looking through everything, my brother got a wooden box to cover the wallet so that the whole house wouldn't smell.

Sitting on the sofa, that otaku told us about the origin of this thing.

He introduced himself as Zhao Chen. He has a girlfriend they have been dating for many years. They are from the same hometown and both came to the city to struggle, living together all along.

Later, the girlfriend discovered that being a network anchor earned more money, so she quit her job and became an anchor at home.

Afterward, I discovered that the live streaming industry has many unspoken rules. Many things that cannot be broadcast are put in so-called VIP groups. If there's a wealthy patron who pays money, they can chat, send pictures and videos, etc.

Gradually, she developed into selling her body. She found that her figure was good and it was the kind of natural sensuality that was popular, so she started to touch up her face, and the more she played, the bigger she went, even flying abroad to sell herself.

At first, Zhao Chen couldn't accept it. He argued and even fought with her, but later he realized his girlfriend had changed too much, and their feelings had faded. He just pretended to live together like casual friends.

Since they were going to break up eventually, Zhao Chen decided to have his fun and often searched for bizarre and unusual ways to spice things up online. Who knew this would make his girlfriend even more attached to him

But her girlfriend's purpose was very clear, she wanted to make more money while she was young, so she told Zhao Chen that they could play however they wanted, but no marriage and no children.

By the time he was thirty, Zhao Chen's family was pressuring him to get married and have children. The couple ultimately broke up.

After the breakup, Zhao Chen occasionally put on a mask and went to the live streaming platform to check on her. He also lurked in her chat group, watching her occasionally post some revealing pictures to tease people.

Later, I heard she went on a trip around Southeast Asia with a Hong Kong boss and even sent various photos of her at the beach.

Later on, I heard that the Hong Kong boss got her in touch with a drama crew that had a small role with lines.

In general, all the displays of extravagance feel a bit like the vulgarity associated with a low-class reputation.

"Well, I hadn't seen her in ages. I just looked at her chat photos occasionally, you know Who knew that a month ago, she suddenly called me—" Zhao Chen swallowed nervously, his face paling slightly: "She said she missed me, and after all these years together, she wanted me to go to her place, saying she had a souvenir for me, this very purse."

"She bought this purse" I asked curiously. How could a fashionable woman like her send such poetic and picturesque things as purses

"She said it was her own, with pictures of herself and a piece of spice inside," Zhao Chen replied.

Spices This smells so bad, yet it's a spice

"That day, I went to her place. She didn't let me leave, so... well, I coughed, I just stayed for the night." Zhao Chen gave me a slightly embarrassed glance.

I gave him a withering look.

He coughed and continued, "I felt something was wrong with her at dawn. Her speech was slurred, and her eyes looked distant. I thought she was just overworked and tired from taking on too many jobs. At the time, I didn't think much of it, but a few days after returning home, she...she died!"

Zhao Chen's ex-girlfriend had handprints on her neck, she was strangled to death. He was terrified and the police came to his door to ask him about the situation.

After comparing fingerprints, the police found that it wasn't him, so they let him go.

He returned to his residence, and on the first night, he felt something was amiss.

“I think I heard a child crying, I thought it was the neighbor's kids, woke up and listened carefully but it was gone.” He said with lingering fear: “This happens almost every night, making me listless during the day and losing my job.”

Later the cries stopped, but laughter emerged! Such a sinister laughter! It tormented me to the point of nervous breakdown! Didn't the old folks say that putting scissors under the bed could ward off evil So I secretly put one there... The next day when I woke up, there was a black handprint on my bedside table! This big, like a child's hand!

Zhao Chen said, his face turning pale: "I don't know if it's because of this pouch. I asked Lao Qi Mo about it, and he said there was a family surnamed Mu in our city who specialized in dealing with ominous objects. They could help us... I once secretly threw this away, but it came back on its own! That black handprint even appeared beside my pillow... I'm really afraid that next time it will appear on me. Please, please save me! Get rid of this thing for me!"

My brother scratched his head and said, "Alright, I'll go take a look at your place first... Even if I'm going to give you stickers, I have to see the location."

"It's just to see how it works, isn't it!" Zhao Chen said anxiously: "You have to stay with me for a night, that thing only appears at night!"

My brother gave me a look of displeasure.

"I have a T seed, let's exchange it!" Zhao Chen quickly played along.

My brother's eyes lit up: "Okay, let me change and grab my hard drive!"

He quickly tidied up and said to me, "Xiao Qiao, just stay at home. I'll take care of this little thing."

" ...Are you afraid I'll interrupt your conversation" I glared at him.

My brother said with a smirk, "I'm afraid your husband won't be able to see you and will punish you again."

At night, as I sat in my room reading Taoist scriptures, the doorknob suddenly clicked lightly.

I thought it was the Star Wolf, he lived on the same floor as me in a small attic. I rushed to the door and asked, "Star Wolf, why aren't you asleep yet"

Silence reigned outside the door.

"Greed Wolf" I walked to the door and twisted the knob. There was no one outside, only a faint scent lingered in the air. I looked down.

There was a black fingerprint on the doorknob.

>, she just sat far away on a rock, closed her eyes to meditate, and kept an eye on me at the same time.She was so far away, and it wouldn't be polite to chase after her. The little boy muttered softly...