But when he came out wiping his hair, he heard a huge sound of glass breaking in Meng Yao's room, his eyes were cold, and he quickly rushed over and pushed the door open, and the pressure in his eyes couldn't be suppressed.

Meng Yao sat on the bed with the quilt in her arms, her eyes were not the usual laziness, she was staring at the position of the floor-to-ceiling window, the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window shattered to the ground, and there was a ghost dressed in white, with hair covering her face and no legs.

Shenchen rushed over and took her into his arms: "What's the matter?" And ghosts dare to find us? ”

"I~only~is~come~send~letter~" The voice of the ghost in white dragged a long tone to form a hollow echo in the room, making people feel cold for no reason, and goosebumps arose.

"If you send a letter, you will send a letter, why do you break the glass of my house? You're a ghost, and you're not blocked by glass. Shenchen frowned, his tense muscles relaxed.

But Meng Yao, who was in his arms, heard this, and stuck out his tongue with a little weakness. Head.

The white-clothed ghost's head clicked, and it turned one hundred and eighty degrees, revealing a Japanese geisha-like face, staring at Meng Yao with a blank look, and it was abnormal.

Meng Yao coughed lightly and touched her nose: "I just noticed that there was something abnormal, and I was a little impatient to be woken up, so I threw the alarm clock." ”

Shenchen looked at her speechlessly, and Meng Yao smiled weakly: "Let's not talk about this for now, ask her who she sent the letter to." ”

Shenchen looked at her helplessly and dotingly, rubbed her head, and changed the topic according to her words: "Who sent you?" What about faith? ”

"Earth~bottom~down~that~bit~letter~in~this~son~" The white-clothed ghost still spoke in that tone, and after speaking, a piece of paper floated in from the window, and Shenchen reached out to catch it.

Meng Yao and Shenchen looked down at the letter together, and there were only two lines on the letter: That resentful soul can't be a disaster to the world, and there are too many people who have not finished their lives to explain.

Meng Yao's eyes turned cold, and when he looked up at the white-clothed ghost, his expression instantly recovered, and the corners of his mouth were raised: "You help me reply to that person, and we will solve this matter as soon as possible." ”

The white-clothed ghost floated away like this, and Shenchen's brows furrowed tightly: "The dead don't participate in the affairs of life, and the person who has been in office for decades feels more and more that he is a character, and now his hand is stretched out to us, why do you still give him a good face?" ”

Meng Yao sighed and reached out to smooth his brows: "How could I not be angry?" But there will be more time to deal with in the future, at most he can send a ghost to pass on the word, he can't really do anything, he has to really be too involved in the life and personnel, someone will take care of it, we don't need to be angry with him. ”

"You, you're just too straight, in case I ......"

"Shut up!" Shenchen's eyes suddenly became fierce, and he didn't allow her to say any more.

Meng Yao saw that he had never been angry, as well as the fear in his eyes, and finally obediently diverted the topic: "Give me some supper." ”

Shenchen closed his eyes, calmed down and asked her, "What do you want to eat?" ”

"Crayfish." Meng Yao said with a smile.

Shenchen doted her nose dotingly: "Glutton." After saying that, let go of her and go out on the phone.

Meng Yao stared at him with a smile and left, and as soon as the door closed, his expression immediately turned cold.

The one at the bottom did meddle too much, but it wasn't like the one who raised the resentful spirit, and the appearance of that resentful soul didn't bring him any benefit, so who was it? Who raised the spirits and came against them?