A moment later, she walked up to me, her eyes kept looking around, and she asked.

"Why don't you look with the eyes of heaven?"

I touched my head with some sorrow: "This way of opening the eyes of heaven is the most stupid, and if you want to open it again, you must have to pass the extreme of a yang number."

"How long was that?"

I smiled bitterly, "Nine days."

"Oh."

Chen Jiayan nodded lightly, with a little loss in his eyes.

Actually, I didn't say the rest of the story.

If you want to see ghosts, you don't have to open your eyes, if you can get cow tears or rhino incense, you can also see them.

However, the cow tears are ambiguous, and no one has ever used them.

As for rhino incense, don't even think about it, not to mention the price, the complexity of the singular process is almost lost, and it is not something that people like me can use.

As we spoke, we had already arrived at the door of the villa.

When I looked back, there was a fog in the courtyard at some point.

Even the gate not far away was left with a vague outline.

I tentatively knocked on the door a few times, and when I listened closely, there was no sound in the room.

With a force in my hand, I pushed open the gold-carved door.

To be on the safe side, the moment I opened the door, I threw an anode charm into the house.

This charm is generally attached to the head of the bed for the newborn to help the child resist the yin qi of the delivery room, but in this environment, it is the best pathfinder.

I watched as the spell slowly curled up in the flames until it was reduced to ashes.

It was only then that I breathed a sigh of relief and was safe.

I took a few steps inside and vaguely saw a man lying on the couch.

"Huh?"

I poked hard with my peachwood sword, and the man rolled over and sat up with his eyes rubbed.

This person is Brother Wang.

Although I was mentally prepared, I couldn't help but be startled the moment he turned around.

The snow-white lace dress looked extremely awkward on his fat figure, and the dense leg hair drilled out along the lace.

I just wanted to say hello to him, but as soon as I saw his face, I swallowed it.

Green eye shadow, purple lips, a large blush painted on his fat face, and the most bizarre thing is that there is a big golden curly wig hanging on his head.

Chen Jiayan frowned, and said in a low voice, "I seem to have seen him somewhere."

Nonsense, I've definitely seen it, but he painted it like this, and it's hard to recognize his mother when she comes, right?

"You ......"

Brother Wang stood up and rubbed his face vigorously: "I'm too sleepy, I squinted for a while."

"You don't know, I've been tossing my fart for a while, and I've had a good night's sleep tonight."

With that, he stood up and pulled on his slippers and walked to the bathroom.

Looking at it like this, tonight's sleep made him in a good mood, and his sad face during the day was swept away.

A moment later, there was a terrible howl from the bathroom, and I ran to the bathroom.

Brother Wang stared at himself in the mirror, his hands trembling in his ears.

"What's wrong with me?"

The scream was magnified several times by the bathroom, and I even felt a little harsh, so I raised my hand and knocked on the middle of his shoulder blade.

There is an Anjing cave in this place, and when people are in extreme panic, they can pat hard to calm people down.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not coming, am I? Now turn on the lights in the house, and let's sit down and talk."

Brother Wang pulled off the wig on his head, washed his face indiscriminately, and looked at himself in the mirror dejectedly.

"Daughter-in-law, you're gone, don't come back and toss me."

I sighed silently, patted him on the shoulder, and walked back to the living room.

"Papapa"

He turned on all the lights in the house, and the room was brightly lit, and I felt much more comfortable in the house.

I looked up at the whole villa, there were five floors in total, and through the railing, I could see the approximate area inside, and each floor was not small.

"Staying here by yourself?"

"Hmm."

I placed the peachwood sword on the coffee table and whispered, "Move away."

"Huh?"

Brother Wang hurriedly leaned forward: "Is this house not clean?"

"You live alone, you are not popular, and you can't hold down the house. If you stay any longer, nothing will happen."

This is really not to scare him, the bigger the house, the better, especially the bedroom, once it is too big, it will not gather popularity.

Even the former emperor's bedroom was no more than ten square meters at most.

This is what physiognomy says, "The bed hut is narrow, and the blessing is like the East Sea."

He chased after me and asked, "Then you say, what happened to me now, is it related to the house?"

I hesitated, "It's hard to say."