A few of us talked as we walked, and finally hit a triple jumper, and almost didn't get my bitter gall out along the way, but fortunately, in less than half an hour, we came to the old lady's house.

Before I entered the hospital, I found that the yard was full of things...

On the clothesline, there were two quilts, as large as a quilt coat and as small as socks and pants, and there were several charred pieces on them, and they were black. There were also burn marks of varying degrees on the doors and windows, and a meandering river slipped directly into the garden from the door, and it seemed that the old lady's house was much worse than it had been said.

Before he could enter the house, a shirtless young man came out of it, his hair on his head was burned, and his face was blackened with smoke, and if he didn't look carefully, he would think that he had a roasted potato on his shoulder. Although Songqi on the side usually likes to be noisy, she is also a conservative girl after all, and when she suddenly saw such a half-naked man, she was embarrassed to step back and hide behind me and Lao Zhi.

"Come and meet Hu Daxian! I invited him from town!"

After the young man's eyes lingered on me and Songqi for a moment, he said to the old lady: "Mom! Didn't you go to God to calculate the iron mouth, how did you find a few models?"

Who are you talking about? It won't be me and Songqi, but Songqi and I don't look like models, except for being outstanding? We don't have that condition in terms of dressing! The basic quality of being a model is that we must expose a lot of clothes and wear them less, and we should never replace them with cloth where they can be covered by threads.

I remember when I listened to cross talk in Tianjin Ancient Culture Street, a cross talk master once said that in the past, I used to open my underwear to find my buttocks, but now I have opened my butts to find my underwear.

Maybe we are already outdated, we have not kept up with the pace of the times, and we have wasted too much fabric for the socialist countries. It seems that the old lady's son still didn't grasp the essentials of what the model was wearing, otherwise he wouldn't have said that we were models.

"Hmph! What a god is an iron mouth, just a stinky fart, and he won't cheat to eat and drink. Oops... I'll tell you, although my appearance is higher, don't call it so straightforward, I'll be embarrassed!"

After Lao Zhi finished speaking, he didn't care about the expressions of the crowd and walked directly into the house.

The old lady took her son's hand and praised the old man for a divine blow, and finally the old lady's son believed us. Of course, the main thing is to believe in Lao Zhi, because in the eyes of the old lady, Songqi and I are still fart worms who don't know anything, and Lao Qi is a big coffee!

I walked around the house a few times, but I didn't find anything wrong. Because of the water to extinguish the fire, the house at this time was like a big flood had just occurred, and it was wet everywhere, and there was even water stored in some places.

Coincidentally, just as we were walking around the house, we suddenly heard the old lady's daughter-in-law shouting, "Look, there's a fire on the window frame again!"

Several people hurriedly ran to the door, and then looked at this inexplicable flame, blue and faint, it didn't seem to be an ordinary fire, but a little like a fire in a gas tank. Could it be that the gas leaked from his house? No, or did someone in the house deliberately set the fire? This is even more unlikely, the old lady has just returned with us, and the son and daughter-in-law have been following us, and even the little grandson is sitting in a small puddle in the house at this time, playing in the water, who else will there be? It can't be haunted, but if you think about it, the possibility of haunting is not very high, how can there be such a boring ghost, who has nothing to do with setting fire to play in someone else's house. But looking at the color of the fire, there seems to be something wrong, but what's the blame... I really can't tell for a while.

Songqi has never been very enthusiastic about these things, she only has a soft spot for excitement and food, which may be the nature of women.

I asked her what she thought, and Song Qi shrugged her shoulders at me and said, "How many times have I told you, Master said that girls should not come into contact with those gods and ghosts, so they never taught me those things." ”

"Hey, then I wonder, what did your master teach you besides eating?"

"In addition to giving me some light skills, the master also taught me..."Before Song Qi finished speaking, he grabbed Lao Zhi's ear and said, "He also taught me how to beat people!"

"Oops... You tap, you tap. Can you still marry like this, and be a Taoist woman for the rest of your life!" Lao Yu broke free from Songqi's clutches, ran to the side and danced to curse Songqi.

The old lady's family saw that Songqi and Lao Qi were actually in trouble, and there was some suspicion in their eyes, and they didn't say anything, thinking to themselves, are these three young people in front of them reliable, why are they talking and fighting, our family is about to become a dragon palace, you still have the heart to make trouble here, are you here to help or to make trouble?

I have long been accustomed to Songqi and Lao Zhi, and in less than a year since I realized it, except for the days when Songqi was not there, my ears were relatively clean, and the rest of the days were like this every day.

The noise in the yard attracted a lot of neighbors who watched the excitement, and they chattered around the yard. The neighbor lady in the east courtyard leaned on the wall and shouted in a loud voice: "Old girl, there are relatives at home?"

The old lady laughed dryly and said, "It's not a relative, it's the gentleman I found!"

"Oh, this is the gentleman you found? No kidding, this girl and the guy are too young, and they look so good!"

"This is really the gentleman I found. ”

"The person who will see things in our generation is the Iron Mouth God, and the Iron Mouth God is the one I know, this can't be his apprentice, right?"

The neighbors who gathered around to watch the excitement suddenly became much louder when they heard that we had been invited to see the matter.

"Look what I'm talking about! It turns out that the house is haunted, otherwise how can you go and ask for a gentleman!"

"Yes, yes, there are more than 100 fires a day, what else can it be if it's not a haunting!"

"When I left her house last night, I saw a figure at the door, sneaky, Bacheng is the ghost who set the fire!"

"Yes, I saw it yesterday, and you don't think I'm wrong. ”

"Oops... You can't see it as clearly as I do, and the ghost hanging in the doorway is the old lady's old wife when she was young!"

It's really terrifying, in less than two minutes, from a virtual guess, directly to a real person, the haunted old lady's house was said to be true by everyone!

It is said that the old lady's broken beak is equal to 500 quacking ducks, and if I want to say that it is still 500 ducks with big trumpets. After a while, everyone who came knew that it was the old lady's wife who came back to make trouble, and the legend was called a painting and color.