As soon as they stepped up the stairs, Shi Liya and Zhao Wan'er were frightened by the 'squeak' sound coming from under their feet.

Although this building is a commercial house, it also shows the vicissitudes of time. Viewed from inside the alley and from the interior, the building is at least 20 years old.

Zhang's Health Care Center is not a small storefront, only a small single room, so Mrs. Zhang's studio is located in her residence upstairs of the store.

The staircase leading to Mrs. Zhang's second-floor residence seems to be an illegal building, built with wood against the wall, and it goes around from the back door of the store to the side door of the second-floor commercial house to the east.

The two of them paused for a while, and followed Mrs. Zhang as she carefully climbed up the wooden staircase. The sound on the stairs made the two of them worry that they might break at any time.

There was no light in the staircase, and there was a musty smell in the dimness, and walking on this staircase gave you the eerie feeling of passing through the underground passage of a large tomb.

When the two finally stepped on the hard concrete floor, the hanging hearts relaxed.

Mrs. Zhang took out the key and opened the door, and the two were surprised to find that the lighting in the room turned out to be a dark red energy-saving lamp. The dark red light illuminates the interior scene, giving people an indescribable sense of depression and irritability.

The layout of the room is as Miao Miao said, the east is Mrs. Zhang's studio, the west is Mrs. Zhang's bedroom, and the north room, the door is covered with yellow rune paper, and a large iron lock is added to the original ball lock.

Just like Miao Miao, Mrs. Zhang briefly explained the situation to the two of them, and especially warned not to approach the room with talisman paper.

The two men clasped hands tightly together, looking at the frightening surroundings in horror. Mrs. Zhang pointed to a sofa in the corner of the wall and said coldly to Shi Liya: "Miss Shi, now I have to take Miss Zhao in for weight loss treatment, and you can rest on that sofa." Remember, don't walk around my house, and don't touch anything. ”

Shi Liya responded, and when Mrs. Zhang opened the door of the room and walked in, she quickly pulled out a small object from the bun coiled at the back of her head, quietly stuffed it into Zhao Wan'er's hand, and whispered softly: "Wan'er, don't be afraid, Brother Zhang has already prepared." Originally, this thing was prepared for me, but we neglected Mrs. Zhang's requirements for weight loss objects, and now the protagonist has become you. You pin this thing in your hair with a hairpin, don't let Mrs. Zhang find out, remember! ”

Hearing Mrs. Zhang's cold call in the room, Zhao Wan'er didn't have time to think about it, and quickly sandwiched the things that Shi Liya handed her into her long hair.

The room closed tightly with a terrible squeak, and Shi Liya was left alone in the living room. Although she was extremely nervous because of fear, after all, she had experienced many ups and downs, and she calmed down after a while.

Looking at everything around her dark red, Shi Liya only felt that her scalp was numb, and she felt as if there was a pair of eyes staring at her in the dark.

It was as if a shadow flashed in front of him, but he couldn't see anything. Shi Liya judged by her feelings, and the shadow floated past Mrs. Zhang's studio. Her heart hung up all of a sudden, after all, Zhao Wan'er was inside now.

Shi Liya listened attentively to the movement in the room with bated breath, and involuntarily took out her mobile phone from her bag. After a moment's hesitation, she gave up on sending text messages. She believes that sending a signal to Li Bing now has no results.

After Zhao Wan'er followed Mrs. Zhang into the gloomy studio, she found the massage table like a coffin parked at a glance, and her nerves suddenly collapsed to the extreme.

She stole a look, and sure enough, there were talisman papers on both ends of the bed. Directly opposite the head of the bed, there was a tall wooden cabinet with an incense burner and a candlestick.

Zhao Wan'er asked Mrs. Zhang fearfully why incense candles were placed in the room and rune paper was pasted on the bedside. Mrs. Zhang's explanation to Zhao Wan'er was exactly the same as what she said to Miao Miao, and Zhao Wan'er seemed to relax a little.

Anyone who comes to this environment can't help but feel fear. Zhao Wan'er's fear seems extremely natural, one is because of real inner fear, and the other is to prevent Mrs. Zhang from being suspicious.

When she looked up, she found a black-and-white photo of a young man hanging nearly a meter above the incense burner. The photograph is placed above the incense burner, almost touching the ceiling, so people who enter the place will not really notice the existence of this photograph.

Zhao Wan'er was secretly frightened, the person in the photo was the male ghost who was crushed by Miao Miao last night. Different from Miao Miao's description, Zhao Wan'er not only didn't feel that the eyes of the person in the photo seemed to have aura, but on the contrary, she felt that the eyes were almost dull, and it didn't seem like she was staring at herself.

A firelight lit up, and Zhao Wan'er was surprised to find that Mrs. Zhang actually struck an old-fashioned match that was difficult to see.

She lit two candles and three more incense sticks and inserted them in the censer. After doing all this, Mrs. Zhang turned around and introduced her exclusive mysterious weight loss method to Zhao Wan'er.

As she said to Miao Miao, Mrs. Zhang saw that what she said seemed to dispel Zhao Wan'er's doubts, so she showed a strange smile and said, "Miss Zhao, I'm going to start giving you acupuncture, you take off your shirt and lie on that bed." ”

Zhao Wan'er hesitated for a moment, and slowly unzipped the back of her dress, revealing the white and delicate skin on her back. Mrs. Zhang looked at Zhao Wan'er's back and couldn't help but let out a smack, as if she was admiring a rare work of art.

Zhao Wan'er slowly lay down on the massage table, only to hear Mrs. Zhang's tone becoming more and more gentle, which made people sleepy.

Zhao Wan'er had already prepared, and gently bit the small pill hidden in her mouth. A mint smell lifted Zhao Wan'er's spirits and eliminated her sleepiness.

She pretended to be asleep, and her two big beautiful eyes slowly closed, secretly observing Mrs. Zhang from the gap in her eyes.

Seeing that Zhao Wan'er was already asleep, Mrs. Zhang sneered and took out a small note from her pocket. Zhao Wan'er immediately recognized that this small note was the birthday she wanted to report to her when she first entered Mrs. Zhang's house. She was secretly glad that thanks to Zhang Yuanshan, she had expected this and warned her and Shi Liya that after entering the Zhang family's house, if you want to have a birthday, you must not give Mrs. Zhang real information.

Mrs. Zhang looked up at the photo of her son on the wall, recited a spell that Zhao Wan'er couldn't understand for a while, and then put the note on the candle flame and burned it, and put the paper ashes into the incense burner.

While Mrs. Zhang lowered her head and dragged out the acupuncture wooden box from under the bed, Zhao Wan'er turned her head to look at the photos hanging on the wall. What frightened her was that as the green smoke from the incense burner rose, the photo of Sun Xiaodong hanging high on the wall changed slightly.

The eyes that were originally godless seemed to be full of aura at this moment, and Zhao Wan'er felt that the eyes seemed to be looking herself up and down greedily.