The next day, Li Xinglian and Bo Beicheng went directly to Bai Xinyi and Chu Mei's residence.

After the live broadcast room opened, Xiao Jiang served as a voiceover and added a synopsis to the audience.

[Old husband and young wife? Men are rich? 】

[This kind of is all running for money, tsk, what else is the live broadcast? ] 】

[It's okay to have fun!] 】

When the two of them arrived downstairs, the moving brother was moving things to the car.

Chu Mei stood beside a gray-haired but well-spirited old man, laughing and talking to him.

Bai Xinyi looked unhappy, and when she heard the two of them joking, she rolled her eyes angrily.

Li Xinglian got out of the car.

"That's Chu Mei's boyfriend, Bao Jian." Bai Xinyi stepped forward, gritted her teeth and introduced, and said, "I saw it again last night!" Chu Mei combed her hair in the mirror and sang! Help her! ”

Li Xinglian bowed his head slightly and asked her, "What about the things you asked you to take last night?" ”

"I've got it." Bai Xinyi stuffed something into Li Xinglian's pocket.

Li Xinglian put away the object and walked towards Chu Mei.

Bao Jian stood in front of Chu Mei and asked kindly, "Little girl, is there something wrong?" ”

Li Xinglian asked rhetorically: "Why don't you borrow the corpse to return the soul, but borrow the body of a living person?" ”

Bao Jian's pupils shrank and denied: "I don't know what you're talking about." ”

Li Xinglian turned his head and asked Bo Beicheng: "Is it not easy to get the corpse now?" ”

Bo Beicheng: ...... This question is also too difficult to answer.

"It's all cremation now." Bo Beicheng said cautiously.

"No wonder." Li Xinglian said again: "If you can't find the female corpse, you hit the idea on the living person-that is, Miss Chu Mei behind you." ”

Chu Mei frowned, a little angry, "What are you talking about?" I am Chu Mei, and I have not been borrowed from the corpse to return my soul! ”

"Dead souls only appear in the middle of the night, slowly affecting your mind." Li Xinglian asked Chu Mei: "Have you picked up a wooden comb recently?" ”

Chu Mei nodded and hesitated, "So what?" ”

Li Xinglian: "The general wooden combs are made of peachwood, jujube wood, and boxwood, but the wooden comb is made of locust wood, and the yin qi is extremely heavy.

The locust comb is often used during life, and after death, the soul will be placed on the locust comb.

You comb your hair with that comb every night, and the spirit can easily invade your body. ”

The soul rests on Chu Mei's body, combing her hair in the mirror at midnight every day and reciting her name. ”

[There are so many exquisiteness about combs, mom! 】

[Fortunately, I use a plastic comb. 】

[That old man is too much, isn't he? 】

Li Xinglian looked at Bai Xinyi: "She's not singing, she's just reading her name." ”

Bai Xinyi: "...... No wonder it's always repeated. ”

Li Xinglian asked Bao Jian: "That comb is your deceased wife's comb, right?" ”

Bao Jian's face became even more ugly, and he quibbled: "I don't understand what you're talking about!" ”

Li Xinglian took out the comb and said, "If you don't admit it, then I have to burn the comb to verify whether what I said is right." ”

In her hand, it was the wooden comb that Bai Xinyi had stolen last night.

Although Bai Xinyi was afraid, she took advantage of the night to steal the wooden comb.

"If you want to get rid of the soul in the locust wood comb, you must calcine it with a blazing fire at noon." Li Xinglian glanced at the time, "Hmm, it's still a while." ”

Bao Jian recognized his wife's comb at a glance and asked, "Why is the comb in your hand?!" Give it back! ”

Bao Jiandu is over seventy.

Li Xinglian was still young, so he easily dodged.

"Grandpa, don't be angry, if your body is angry, it will easily die." Li Xinglian soothed: "Also, if you often come into contact with things with heavy yin qi, you will easily die." ”

[Hahaha, Li Xing practiced yin and yang weirdness. 】

[Is this to anger the old man? 】

Li Xinglian swore that everything she said was from the bottom of her heart for Bao Jian's good.

But Bao Jianqi's chest rose and fell, and he felt like he was about to have a heart attack.

Chu Mei hurriedly stepped forward to help him, "Are you okay?" How are you? ”

The movers happened to move the chair down, and Chu Mei helped Bao Jian to sit down on the chair and pat him on the back to comfort him.