The next morning, Jia Youwei, Jia Qianqian, and Jia Youbin sat down at the table in the small dining room one after another. Due to Jia Youbin's arrival, Jia Youwei prepared some more breakfast.

Jia Youbin's eyes were black, his eyes were bloodshot, he yawned again and again, his spirit was listless, and he was exhausted.

It wasn't because of the all-night game, but because he was so frightened by his little niece last night that he couldn't sleep at all, and spent the most unforgettable night of his life.

Jia Youbin looked at Jia Youwei, and then at Jia Qianqian, not like himself at all. They are all full of energy, and they look like they are sleeping soundly.

"Didn't you hear anything different last night?" Jia Youbin said unintentionally.

"I was completely asleep. Jia Youwei pretended to be confused and wrote lightly.

Jia Qianqian was very proud in his heart, but he pretended to be innocent and said, "I heard footsteps in the aisle. ”

Jia Youbin's eyes lit up suddenly, as if he had found an organization, and leaned forward in her direction and said, "Is there more than footsteps? I also heard a scream, the door was opened, and the sound of whirring." ”

"Little uncle, I heard you say that, I also seemed to hear it last night. Jia Qianqian leaned forward towards him, and deliberately lowered his voice.

"Could it be that someone who died in the family has returned?" Jia Youbin followed the lowering of her voice, and also lowered the decibel of her speech, as if he was afraid of leaking some secrets.

"It's like you say. I have read in a book that before the death of a family member is reincarnated, because of the nostalgia for the people or objects in the family, she will come back from time to time to see where she used to live. Jia Qianqian followed his words and said downward.

She paused deliberately, pretending to be surprised, and then said, "Little uncle, the room you live in used to be the room of the third aunt and grandmother. She just hanged herself. ”

Jia Youbin blurted out the word "ah" directly. His pale face, which had been from not sleeping well, became even paler.

I began to regret it, how could I choose the east and the west, and I actually chose the current house that had died? The most terrible thing is that she committed suicide.

At the same time, Jia Youwei was holding a glass in his right hand, and just took a sip of milk, almost squirting out. He couldn't help but cough when he "coughed, coughed". I quickly put down the milk cup and took out the handkerchief I carried with me to cover my mouth.

Jia Youwei found that his daughter was becoming more and more able to break around, especially in telling ghost stories, which was simply at his fingertips. When she told a lie, not only did her face not blush, her heart did not beat, but she also spoke as if it were true.

As a father, his dream is to become a writer, but he accidentally became a copyist. Jia Qianqian, who doesn't want to be a writer, has already revealed his talent for becoming a writer.

"Little uncle, don't be afraid. Even if a ghost comes home to take a look, it's still from our Jia family. She's definitely not going to hurt you. Jia Qianqian pretended to be a good person and said with relief.

"That's what I said. In my opinion, it is better to ask the monk to do a ritual ceremony! I can overtake her, and I can also let her reincarnate without having to queue up, and be faster. Jia Youbin was unconsciously brought into the plot development set by his little niece.

Jia Youwei really couldn't cry or laugh, how could an adult who was about to be thirty years old be fooled by a little girl who was less than ten years old?

"Youbin, don't scare yourself. Last night, at dinner, I told you that it was all a lie, and it should not be true.

I've never believed that there are ghosts in this house. Even if there are ghosts, they are pretended to be people," Jia Youwei said without directly exposing his daughter's ghost tricks.

Jia Youbin is certainly not a naïve person. The reason why he believes it is true is that on the one hand, he has so-called personal experience, and on the other hand, he trusts his little niece that he will not lie to him.

"Brother, you can't say that. Just because you don't see them doesn't mean they don't exist. Jia Youbin said slowly.

"Well, I raise my hands in agreement. It was also said in that book. There are two main types of people who can see ghosts. One is a virgin boy and a virgin, and I am a virgin, so I can naturally see it.

The second is that people with heavy yin qi can also see ghosts. For a person like you, Uncle Xiao, who lacks male masculinity, it is normal to see ghosts.

The reason why Lao Jia can't see the ghost is that he is the head of our Jia family, and he has naturally received the first and highest protection from the ancestors and ancestors, and the ghost does not dare to approach him.

Moreover, he is masculine, domineering, and so vicious that even ghosts are afraid of him. The ghosts all shy away from him, and naturally they couldn't see him even if they wanted to. "Jia Qianqian is more and more outrageous.

"Do you see that book, find it out, and let me read it!" Jia Youwei felt that his daughter was a little too much. Obviously, Jia Youbin was scared, and he didn't let it go, as if he didn't make the other party feel uncomfortable with a psychological shadow.

"Listening to Qian Qian, it's normal for a boy like me to see a ghost. Jia Youbin blurted out thoughtfully.

"Ah...... Hahaha, little uncle, how old are you, you are still a virgin!" Jia Qianqian suddenly burst out laughing.

"Youbin, wouldn't you? I remember that you went to England to study in secondary school. When you were in college, you went to the United States again. For so many years, you haven't had anything to do with anyone?" Jia Youwei's attention was also attracted by the other party's words, and he said with a smile.

Jia Youbin was immediately embarrassed, and couldn't help but blush. He was actually made fun of by his little niece and said, "Isn't it okay to be a virgin?"

"I see. Little uncle, you must be gay. Jia Qianqian's right fist slammed into the palm of his left hand, and his smile did not change. ”

"I'm not gay. My sexuality is normal. It's just that I don't like women, I like games. What's wrong?" Jia Youbin said indignantly.

"Don't be angry, uncle! This handsome man has a homosexual bias nine times out of ten. A person like Lao Jia who is not handsome will like my mother. Jia Qianqian smiled very happily.

"Xiao Jia, you are very arrogant today! I see that your skin and flesh are itching again. Do you need me to knead and knead you?" Jia Youwei sneered and began to move his fingers.

Jia Qianqian reflexively covered his cute little face with both hands as if he was standing on the electric door, for fear of being poisoned by his father. Once he kneaded it, it was really the same as Crayon Xiaoxin's mother kneading Xiaoxin's face.