In the past few days, Ritsuko always felt that the old woman was a little strange.

When she was in the room, she could hear the old woman talking softly to someone.

Once or twice, she always thought that the wind evil she had dyed was not yet complete, and she had heard something wrong.

But three or four times really made it difficult for her to think of it as an auditory hallucination.

When I went out to look, I hid in the corner, but I could only see the old woman kneeling alone in the corridor, with a pot of tea, as if looking at the scenery in the backyard.

But in addition to a few boulders and Mrs. Nangong's tombstone in the courtyard, there was only a circle of earthen fences and a few unknown small white flowers.

Isn't Mo talking to himself?

But he seemed to deliberately not want her to hear what she had discovered, as if he wanted to cover it up.

The old woman's voice always disappears the moment Ritsuko goes out, and it rings out again soon after she turns around and enters the room.

It was really strange to look at the old woman's expression secretly, but it was so plain as if nothing had happened.

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The door was gently shut.

The rubble on the roof crashed softly, and in the silence, it was very audible.

"Ritsuko girl is so perceptive, she almost should have found out."

A figure appeared on the roof, little by little.

"Lord Oni, please come down from the roof of Miss's house."

The old woman still took out a brand-new teacup, made tea in it, and gently raised her hand up, and the teacup in her hand floated on its own, and floated up to the roof, but not a drop was spilled.

"What's the matter, the scenery on the roof is good, like what you can see when you sit under Mochizuki, except for these few stones, there is nothing else to look at." The sound of tea sipping sounded softly on the roof.

And Yu Li lay on the roof, swaying with his legs crossed, leisurely looking at the few white clouds slowly drifting in the blue sky.

Although he couldn't actually feel what tea tasted like, he always felt that under such a sky, it should be accompanied by a pot of tea that humans would drink in their leisure time, leisurely.

"Have you regained your sense of taste?"

"What? I'm imitating a lot like that, right? Is this how humans drink tea? ”

Wei Li poked his head out of the roof with the rubble, looking like a child expecting praise, and he looked a little like an ordinary person.

"Indeed, listening to the voice, the old body was pleasantly surprised to find that you had regained your sense of taste."

"Then you give me a little surprise expression, why are you the same as Su Qing, you only like to have a paralyzed face on my face."

Dissatisfied with his gaze, he retracted his gaze and lay back on the roof, his consciousness floating in the air along with the white clouds.

"Lord Ghost King, you will be noticed by the young lady, and sure enough, because you don't want to open up the space, you will talk to the old body at will."

"I've wrapped the space around me, and Ritsuko-sama shouldn't be able to hear me. But her insight seemed to be much better than I had imagined, and perhaps because of my weakened energy, she would soon be able to hear me. ”

"The old body remembers that you said not long ago that the young lady only heard the old body's own words." The old woman held the hot tea, took a sip, and put it down.

"If Ritsuko-sama turns into a cloud ghost, she should be very strong......"

"Don't hit Miss."

Holding on to the ground, the old woman stood up from the corridor, picked up the tea and walked to the dining room, "It's time to prepare dinner for the young lady." ”

"Eh, Mochizuki, take mine with you."

An empty teacup floated past the old woman's side, but landed firmly on the saucer.

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The book had barely turned a page, and Ritsuko's attention was drawn to the sound of conversation.

This time, in addition to the old woman, it seems that there is another person's voice that has been captured by Ritsuko.

The sound seemed to be muffled by something, and it sounded a little awkward.

It seems to have been done on purpose.

But I couldn't hear what they were talking about, and the more I listened carefully through the door, the more I felt that what I heard was like the language of another country, and I didn't understand what they meant.

Ritsuko was a little curious, and she really wanted to know who Grandma was talking to, so she had to be so careful.

Isn't it the ghost hunters again? Or is Mr. Wen back?

But there's no reason to hide from yourself for days.

Ritsuko always felt that this time she had to ask the old woman for clarity no matter what, otherwise she was afraid that she would not be able to read today's book.