Shaoqing was not surprised.

She ignored the female ghost's words and continued to ask, "Do you want revenge?"

The female ghost looked directly at Shaoqing.

She opened her scarlet eyes, grinned at her lips, and nodded viciously.

Shao Qing smiled: "Will you scare people?"

The female ghost shook her head blankly.

Shao Qing sighed. She raised her hand and touched her hair, then said, "You made the sound of the waves and made your hair longer, just like you did just now." ”

She thought about it for a while, and then smiled again: "The tone is a little more terrifying, surrounding the murderer, and constantly saying that if you take your life, I will take revenge." ”

Shao Qing raised his hand and tapped on his back and asked, "Do you understand?"

The female ghost nodded, and shook her head again: "I can't." ”

She tugged at her tattered skirt and whispered, "I can't go too far from the fishbones." ”

Shao Qing withdrew his hand and promised, "I will send you to Xu Mao's house, you just have to do what I tell you." ”

She reached for the cup, took the fishbone out of it, and placed it in the glass box.

The figure of the female ghost suddenly disappeared into the room.

Shao Qing put the box into the bag he was carrying, turned his head and thanked Fu Nanxing: "Trouble Mr. Fu to personally send the fish bones." ”

She thought about it, and then bent her eyebrows and said, "I also troubled Mr. Fu a few times." ”

Fu Nanxing's eyelashes flickered: "It's not trouble." His voice was soft, but the words were clear: "Something to do." ”

Shao Qing raised his eyebrows and pulled over: "Huh?"

Fu Nanxing pursed his lips, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and explained: "Dealing with this special matter is originally my business. ”

Shao Qing tilted his head and glanced at him, then put the bag on the table and pushed the bag in front of Fu Nanxing: "So, now Mr. Fu is also in charge of the fishbone matter?"

Fu Nanxing lowered his eyelashes, raised his hand and hooked Shaoqing's bag: "Manage." ”

Shao Qing pulled out a chair and sat down, leaned on the table, and looked at Fu Nanxing with a sideways face: "Can you trouble Mr. Fu with one thing?"

The little girl was lying on the table, squinting slightly, bending her eyebrows, and smiling like nothing, looking a little cunning.

Fu Nanxing lowered his head slightly: "You say." ”

He took a step forward: "As long as it is reasonable, I can agree." ”

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