If Song Nianan can drive, there will be no need for him here.

The car crossed two hills and finally reached its destination.

A sky-blue villa appeared in front of them, and next to its iron railing, stood a precarious pink letterbox, the envelope peeking out of the cracks.

"Lord Song, this is it!" Wen Editor's warm voice revealed excitement.

The people in the business car walked one after another to a meter away from Song Nianan and stopped, and their expectant eyes fell on her.

The petite woman lowered the brim of her hat, her white and slender fingertips attracted attention, she walked to the mailbox, directly unscrewed the small lock, and then ignored the consternation of others, silently pointed to the front, heard the editor's understanding, and took the lead in the front.

There were three letters in the envelope, and her instincts told her that it shouldn't be here, at least not at this moment.

As soon as you enter the villa, what catches people's attention is the oversized spiral staircase, and there is nothing on the first floor, and it is pitch black.

Wen Bian walked at the forefront, and as his feet stepped on the first steps, the dim light shone down from the ceiling and fell on the three shivering men behind him.

The messy footsteps of the tart and tart seemed a little strange in this empty and silent space.

"Song ...... Lord Song, this is it. After going up to the second floor, the blonde woman trembled and pointed to a clearing of land.

Song Nianan pretended to be calm, walked over slowly, and before he got closer, a wave of resistance suddenly arose in his heart, and he didn't like it, and his sharp eyes swept over Wen Bian.

Wen Bian glanced at Song Nianan with a weak heart, and then avoided her gaze.

"As I said, I don't like to touch dead people." Song Nian'an's voice was a little cold, and his back was even more cold, obviously wearing a sheepskin coat, but it was still cold.

After these few days of adaptation, her perception has become more and more acute.

"Lord Song, since you're here, let's take a look!" Wen Bian said with a haha.

Song Nianan was silent for a long time, and after glancing at him coldly, he agreed.

I just made a decision in my heart to put Wen Bian on the blacklist.

She slowly lit the tobacco, and the smoke floated in the air.

Song Nianan saw a figure vaguely through the white smoke.

"The man, forty-five years old, is 1.7 meters tall, and he has a blue scarf wrapped around his neck, and the blue scarf hangs from above, and above ...... Something was pulling at the top, his... One light on his shoulder went out, and the other side also became faint, went out, all three lights went out, and he died......"

Song Nian'an's little face was miserable, her mouth kept confiding what she saw, and the crimson scarf around her neck seemed to be strangling her, very tight, breathless.

When the smoke cleared, Song Nian'an came back to her senses and found that they were looking at her in horror.

"Song ...... Lord Song, why did you wrap yourself with a scarf just now! There was fear in his pupils.

She made a wooden face and denied it coldly: "Impossible, I won't do this." ”

Her voice was firm and stubborn, and she probably looked so weird in the eyes of others.

But she panicked in her heart.

It's a fairy board, damn it, why do you want to see those things.

The blonde woman seemed to have an objection and wanted to say a few words for Wen Bian, but was stopped by the black-haired man next to her.

The horror in their eyes has not dissipated for a long time, but what does this have to do with Song Nianan.

All she can say is that the empathy of the game data is really good.

She pulled an envelope out of her bosom and closed her eyes to feel the breath of a powerful undead attached to it.

Song Nian'an...... Miss Song, I found you! Faintly hearing Jiang Shen's cheerful voice, the corners of her lips unconsciously hooked.

She's finally found him!

Song Nian'an's smile seemed to be a very remarkable thing, and she heard the sound of the four people next to her gasping.

That's right, she was born in a peerless fashion, and these laymen have naturally never seen them on weekdays, if it weren't for Jiang Shen's reasons, Song Nianan would not have agreed to go with them with the mentality of trying it out.

The trip was well worth it.

Damn Wen Editor, although she lied to her, she didn't seem to be so angry.

Song Nianan took out another letter, and after rubbing his fingertips on it, Huo Ran opened his eyes.

"He's your father." She looked at the blonde woman and said firmly.

"Yes, Lord Song, can you tell me, why did Dad die so strangely?" The blonde woman's surprise overshadowed her fear.

"Not only your father, but also your uncle and uncle, in your family, someone comes here every eight months to hang himself, right?" Song Nian'an's eyes crossed a wicked smile, and the smile was even worse when she saw the increasingly frightened looks on the faces of the two people who came to her next to the blonde woman.

"My dad, the fifth!" The blonde woman counted with her fingers, becoming more and more frightened, and looked at Song Nianan like a life-saving straw.

If it weren't for Song Nian'an's unapproachable momentum, I'm afraid he would have rushed over and hugged her desperately.

"It's a reincarnation." Song pulled out the last letter from her bosom and put her beloved cigarette stick in a specific bag.

The devil knows why she knows so much, and she just said it anyway.

"It's a curse." She smiled a little happily, they couldn't understand why Song Nianan smiled like this.

Song Nianan felt that he was getting closer and closer to Jiang Shen.

"Is there a way for Lord Song to crack it?" Wen Bian was very excited, he liked strange things very much, just because his family was wealthy and he had never seen the horror of this kind of thing, Song Nianan decided to let him see it.

It's better not to dare to mention it again, not to even think about it.

Song Nianan had a prank mind, "No, this kind of thing is not good for me, why should I crack it?" ”

Even if she really could, she wouldn't bother for these people, because there is a cause and an effect.

"Think about what your father did during his lifetime, and your uncles and uncles, this curse will only dissipate after a round, and enjoy the taste of waiting for death."

Song Nian'an's words seemed unkind, the smile on her face became brighter and brighter, and she felt that Jiang Shen was lying on her shoulder.

"Thank you for bringing me here." If the psychic does not have a medium, a person will not be able to enter this villa, and the gratitude is sincere.

The blonde woman also wanted to beg Song Nian'an.

Another handsome brown-colored young man beside him, out of nowhere, pulled a blue scarf around his neck, wrapped it around his neck, and stood where the blonde woman's father had hanged himself, and began to tighten the scarf little by little in front of them.

It can't be stopped, even if the blonde woman rushes up and tries to stop it, it won't help, because she can't touch anyone.

The youth died in front of them.

It all happened unexpectedly.

Song Nianan couldn't help but whistle, "Ah, today is exactly eight months before your father's death, no more, no less." ”

"Lord Song... Why don't you stop it, you can obviously ......" Wen Bian's eyes were red, Song Nianan sneered, he was really a child of a rich family, and he was about to cry at this point.

Moreover, a game data is just that, where do so many feelings come from.

The blonde woman and the black-haired man had resentment in their eyes, and they all looked at Song Nian'an.

They have no power, no power, no money, and they dare not say a word about her.

Song Nianan looked at them condescendingly, in a good mood.

She felt Jiang Shen's arms around her waist and abdomen, and she didn't seem to be so cold.

"Why block? It's time for you to go back. Song Nian'an gave an eviction order, and through the letter, she saw everything about Jiang Shen's past.

One is a resentful undead, and the other is a psychic with a high reputation.

The relationships between the characters set by the GM of this game are really powerful.

"I didn't expect Lord Song to be such a person!" Wen Bian looked disappointed, and Song Nian'an, who watched it, wanted to laugh.

The arms around my waist are a little tight, ahh

Jiang Shen didn't like Song Nian'an smiling at other men.

Song Nianan restrained his smile.

Wen Bian went downstairs angrily and left.

The blonde woman pulled the black-haired man in fear and hurried downstairs.

There are no outsiders anymore.

"I'm sorry~" Jiang Shen's voice behind him was very low, he buried it on Song Nianan's shoulder and rubbed it.

"Needless to say, I'm sorry, my curse is light on what they did!" Song Nianan turned around and touched Jiang Shen's delicate and handsome face.

It seems that the emotions of the characters played a role.

His eyes are as beautiful as ever, even if the sky is full of stars.

In the third letter, Song Nianan saw that she and Jiang Shen had a deeper hidden relationship.

Song Nian'an was three years older than Jiang Shen, and when she picked him up, she was still a dirty little doll, she took him home and named him Jiang Shen, and the two depended on each other from then on.

The Song family is a famous family, and Taigong is a sorcerer, similar to the spiritual medium in the folk, after he died, he had to pass on all his abilities to Song Nian'an.

Song Nianan was forced to accept it and became a person who was not a ghost or a ghost.

Jiang Shen is very clingy, he has no sense of security, but he is Song Nianan's favorite appearance at that time, and she is also insecure.

The relationship between them is a little deformed, of course, it is not, after all, there is no blood relationship, in memory, she just dyed his world into her color, and Jiang Shen only has Song Nianan.

As long as Song Nian'an.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and Jiang Shen was tortured and killed.

Just because of that family, when they saw the wealth, they robbed the house, and the innocent teenager was stabbed with a lot of knives, and when Song Nianan came back, he fell in a pool of blood, holding on to his breath, just to see her.

He closed his eyes unwillingly, and Song Nian'an's figure was closed at the bottom of his eyes.

Song Nian'an calmly ripped off his hair, lit the soul incense, left his soul here, and then warmed it little by little.

Gather all his blood and pour it on the altar of incense.

If there is someone in the world who cares about the deceased, the deceased will not be able to leave, and he will not be able to walk on the bridge.

She has survived many undead and successfully persuaded many living people, but in the end, she failed to convince herself.

After reading this, the corners of Song Nian'an's mouth twitched, and his feelings were still triggered scripts.