Yan Feng followed the address written on the leaflet, went around three streets, and found a place called Qingyuan Community, he had already called the second landlord before he came, and it is estimated that the landlord would also arrive at this time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Building 27, 702... It's a pretty big neighborhood. ”

As soon as Yan Feng looked up, Building No. 27 was in front of him, he went upstairs according to the elevator, knocked on the door, and after a while, a man in his thirties opened the door.

This man looks quite honest, which makes Yan Feng feel a little more stable, renting a house, there are many liars, and one set is a routine.

The house is shared, one master bedroom, two side bedrooms, the one rented by Yan Feng is the side bedroom, in addition to the master bedroom, the other two side bedrooms have to share the bathroom, this point, the other two households are not there.

signed the contract, Yan Feng paid two thousand four at once, bet three to pay one, the one who paid for it was distressed, Yan Feng looked at the empty wallet, damn, there is only one thousand yuan left, how can I live in the future!

Then I handed over the key to the room, and the matter of renting the house was settled.

As soon as I entered the room, Yan Feng took a look, it was pretty good, very warm, the wall was pasted with light blue wallpaper, the wardrobe and TV were complete, but the room was a little smaller, about fifteen square meters, it felt like a small room for lovers.

As soon as the door was closed, Yan Feng had not yet recovered from the blow of taking out his wallet, and Lin Xue'er suddenly appeared in front of Yan Feng, startling Yan Feng.

"Ancestor, next time you come out, can you tell me first?"

Lin Xue'er pouted.

"Why are you telling you, it's just to scare you to death, scare you to death!"

Saying that, he grimaced at Yan Feng with his teeth bared, and he didn't know why, at this time, Yan Feng saw that Lin Xue'er was no longer as palpitating as he was at the beginning.

In fact... Lin Xue'er doesn't look like a ghost.

"Hey~ The environment here is pretty good, and I'm very good at finding a place, but this thing doesn't work very well. ”

Lin Xue'er looked around the room, with an impulse on her face.

"Am I going to buy spirit cards next?"

Yan Feng remembered that Lin Xue'er had told him that Tianxinhai was just a temporary place to live. She needs a tablet to give her rest.

"Well, there you go. ”

Lin Xue'er waved her hand, and then took care of the room by herself, saying that she was taking care of it, but in fact, she was standing, and with a finger of her hand, the cabinet and bed would move by itself, and Yan Feng was trembling in her heart.

"You're not coming with me?"

Yan Feng is a little strange, it's not scientific, this female ghost would let herself go out alone.

"No, the neighborhood is too popular. ”

Yan Feng sighed, it seems that this Lin Xue'er still has something to fear... I can't stand it when there are too many people, Yan Feng saw a little couple enter the living room when he went out, it seems that they should also be students, it is estimated that they are next-door neighbors, Yan Feng also said hello warmly, after all, it is also the right door now, I don't see anyone who looks up and looks down, but I didn't expect that other people don't bird him.

"Damn... Who's it now!"

Yan Feng didn't bother to take care of it, so he went downstairs and went straight to a wreath shop that he checked on the Internet, God knows where the tablet is sold, but the wreath shop is doing this underworld business, Yan Feng estimated that the wreath seller should have a spirit card.

"Quiet wreath shop... What the hell is this name? ”

Yan Feng stood in front of a wreath shop, this shop was the only one in the neighborhood that did business in the underworld, looking at the name of this shop, his face was black, but he didn't care about it, he just came to buy a tablet.

"Boss, do you have a tablet to sell?"

As soon as Yan Feng entered the door, he asked out loud without looking at anyone.

"How old is it going to be, and how old is the deceased?"

There was only one person in the shop, an old man with white hair and gentle eyebrows, wearing reading glasses, who was cutting wood with a knife, and he didn't know what to cut.

"And this is exquisite?"

Yan Feng was stunned, but continued to speak.

"Female, eighteen... No, the look of a twenty-year-old. ”

The old man put down the things in his hand, stood up, patted the sawdust on his body, and was stunned when he looked up at Yan Feng.

"Boss?"

Yan Feng saw the old man's stunned appearance, and muttered in his heart, you won't wait for a cerebral infarction or something, and it's up to me to die.

"Young man, have you been running into anything dirty lately?"

"Dirty, what's dirty?"

Yan Feng looked at his clothes, they weren't dirty!

"Uncle, I love it very clean. ”

The old man looked at Yan Feng's serious answer, and the shadow area in his heart was estimated to be bursting.

"I'm not talking about this, I'm talking about dirty stuff... It's a ghost or something. ”

As soon as these words came out, Yan Feng's expression changed, it seems that this wreath boss is not simple, it is really a line of food, these people who do business in the underworld have some skills, before Lin Xue'er appeared, Yan Feng didn't believe in ghosts, but now he believes it.

However, now Yan Feng has accepted Lin Xue'er's existence, and he doesn't plan to toss anything at all.

"No, uncle, let's not talk about this, you hurry up and give me a tablet, I'll still be in a hurry." ”

"Tell me the truth, young man, it's a matter of human life. ”

The old man still didn't move, stared at Yan Feng, and said in a serious tone.

I rub... Yan Feng just wants to buy a tablet and leave, he is really afraid that this old man will know about Lin Xue'er's existence, maybe he will make some kind of moth when he waits, he doesn't want to be beaten again.

"Uncle, I'm really fine. ”

Yan Feng looked at the old man seriously, his eyes shining with sincerity.

The old man stared at Yan Feng for more than ten seconds, and finally let out a long sigh, took out a palm-sized piece of white jade from his pocket and handed it to Yan Feng.

"Young man, meeting is fate, old man, I advise you, there are some things, it's better not to touch them, this piece of jade is Tianyang jade, it is used to avoid yin, you keep it." ”

Yan Feng looked at the white jade in the old man's hand, was stunned for a few seconds, and finally accepted it, he could see that this old man was really good for him.

A piece of pure heart, there is no gift not to receive.

"Thank you, uncle. ”

Yan Feng threw Tian Yangyu into his trouser pocket, and at this time, the old man also brought a tablet, and there was no word engraved on the tablet.

"Take it, I won't take any more money from you. ”

Yan Feng held the tablet, a little embarrassed, the plot shouldn't be played like this, shouldn't you ask me if I want to engrave it, Lin Xueer explained to him before Yan Feng came, don't engrave it, Yan Feng even thought of an excuse, this old man didn't ask.

"Uncle, this..."

"Go ahead, be careful, you know, people and ghosts have different paths. ”

Yan Feng looked stunned, this is definitely a master! For a moment, he really wanted to confess to this old man, but deep down, he really accepted Lin Xue'er's existence... asked him to ask someone to deal with Lin Xue'er again, and asked himself, he couldn't do it.

Yan Feng bowed to the old man and turned to leave, and the old man also returned to his original position and didn't know what to cut.

"Young man, if you have something, you can come to me. ”

Yan Feng took two steps, turned around and asked, "Uncle, I don't know your name yet?"

"Old man, my surname is Fang, and the word is wooden. ”

"Oh?" Yan Feng looked at the sign of the wreath shop, 'Quiet Wreath Shop', which is not a shelf.

Fang Mu glanced at Yan Feng and continued, "Jingjing, it's my granddaughter. ”

"Okay, Uncle Fang, boy Yan Feng, this is my farewell. ”

Yan Feng took the spirit card and left.

The knife in Fang Mu's hand is finely sharpened, look at this model, this is a sword, a peachwood sword.

He looked at Yan Feng's departing figure and sighed.