"There is a ghost? Isn't this a haunted house that has caused a lot of controversy?"

"Where is the ghost? Where is it?"

"Come out for the uncle to see? If it is a beautiful female ghost, I don't mind letting you enjoy how powerful the old man's golden cudgel is. The old man's golden cudgel is specialized in beating female ghosts!"

The boy thought so in his heart, and the flashlight in his hand subconsciously shone into the broken room.

In the light projection, there is a spiritual seat in the center of the lobby of the old house.

Next to the spirit position, a black and white photo of the size of a chopping board was placed. It was a photo of the 18-year-old girl "Ji Xiangzhi" who died in the house.

It can be seen that this is a junior high school graduation photo, but it is enlarged after black and whitening.

The girl in the photo has a very beautiful appearance. Her bright eyes seem to contain a hint of shyness about the camera and her expectations for a better life in the future.

However, when the flashlight shone on this photo, the boy Qi always felt that his bright eyes seemed to have suddenly seen into his heart and saw through his thoughts.

His heart burst and his whole body felt a little chilled again.

"What are you looking at? Have you fallen in love with this beauty? It's a pity that I'm dead, otherwise I could still chase you to be my girlfriend."

The boys were all around, Yuan Qingzhu said with a smile.

She also stared at Ji Xiangzhi's remaining photos for several times, and felt a little chilled in her heart.

But all five of them are there, and she is also the main initiator of the proposal. If she shows fear, how shameless?

So she suppressed that inexplicable uneasiness.

"There is no light in this room."

The light from the flashlight shines everywhere. Such old houses, like the dirt houses in rural areas more than ten years ago, were very backward.

There was almost no switch for lighting the lamp in the house, but on a broken, dusty table, everyone saw an oil lamp.

On the painted black oil lamp, there is a concave and concave glass cover covered with dust and black oil stains.

"What's this?"

The boy's flashlight shone on the oil lamp.

Fan Wenxuan explained: "This is an oil lamp used in the countryside in the past. It contains diesel inside. The wick is a coarse cotton thread that is one centimeter wide and one foot long. The wheel the size of a nail next to it is a rotation axis. Turn clockwise, the wick will run upwards, and you can burn diesel continuously after it is lit. When I was a child, I saw it at my grandmother's house."

When Shen Weifang heard this, he laughed proudly and proudly: "Fan Wenxuan, you are exposed, hahaha, you are a farmer."

Fan Wenxuan said a little dissatisfied: "Search up to three generations, it seems like your family is not a farmer. What's wrong with the farmer? Are you digging your ancestral grave?"

Shen Weifang was unhappy and said, "The peasants are not good, they are just humble at heart."

Fan Wenxuan was immediately angry and was about to take action, but the boy was pulled by the boy.

"It's all friends, what's the point of arguing? Besides, what's wrong with farmers? Now the Wenxuan family property is tens of millions, so it's not bad."

The boys all persuaded the fight, but Shen Weifang felt uncomfortable when he heard this.

The boy Ziqi's meaning was nothing more than saying: Although Shen Weifang was not from a farmer, his family property is not necessarily tens of millions, and he is not as good as Fan Wenxuan.

Isn't this irony?

Qu Yumo realized something was wrong and immediately said, "Okay, stop arguing, is it interesting? What does it have to do with farmers or not? Let's come to explore today. It was a very fun thing, so why do you have to have conflicts and cause unhappiness?"

Yuan Qingzhu also said, "Yes, it doesn't matter how much money it costs. It's enough to eat and drink. Now whoever lacks that amount of money is going to sell a house for two or three million. As for you, just give me some face and stop making arguing. Auntie, I don't sleep in the middle of the night and run into this broken house to make trouble. I'm not looking for excitement and fun, but you're not feeling the same."

After Yuan Qingzhu said this, Boy Qi and Fan Wenxuan and Chen Weifang stopped talking.

Qu Yumo took out the lighter and prepared to light the oil lamp.

"Stay for so long, there should be no oil. We still ignite the alcohol lamp made of corpse oil, and surrounded the table, holding hands with each other, concentrating on mental sensing, and meditating to attract ghosts."

The boy said in one go.

When Qu Yumo heard this, she did not light the oil lamp again.

The boy bit the flashlight in his mouth, then took off his backpack, pulled it apart, and took out the prepared alcohol lamp from it.

The alcohol lamp was not alcohol, but the corpse oil he fryed.

After putting the lamp in the middle of the table, Qu Yumo pressed the lighter and lit the corpse oil alcohol lamp.

The lights were on, and the light was very dim, with a little orange-yellow flames jumping from time to time, which made the environment in the room look a bit weird.

"This smell...this oil is very fragrant! Damn-"

Fan Wenxuan took a breath, couldn't help but be shocked, then looked at the boy and said, "Have you eaten the fatty meat residue after frying?"

When he asked, the other three people who had originally smelled the scent of the corpse oil all looked at the boy.

The boy smiled embarrassedly and said, "I licked it and vomited. The taste was OK, but it was a bit strange and had a strong sense of disgust."

"I'll go, you mom really took a bite. It's awesome!"

Even though Fan Wenxuan had a bad impression of Tong Ziqi, he was a little convinced at this time.

Chen Weifang showed disdain and said, "What's this? With the darkness of society now, there is no way to say that there is meat in the buns we eat, the skewers."

"Chen Weifang, are you disgusting? Do you have persecution paranoia? Or do you deliberately blew it?"

Qu Yumo frowned and said unhappy.

Chen Weifang showed off, mocked, boasted, and loved to show off. Why didn’t he find such an annoying person so annoying?

"Personed paranoia? I think you are still too naive and don't know the darkness of society."

Chen Weifang sneered.

"Dark? Darkness can you have such a comfortable life? The country has only developed for decades after the victory of the War of Resistance Against Japan. Although there are indeed some disadvantages, isn't this normal for developing countries? As long as the overall situation gets better and better, it is progressing! Look at the constant wars abroad now, and compare our comfortable life now, you should reflect on it! Don't be instigated by some people with ulterior motives!"

Fan Wenxuan shouted coldly.

"I agree with this!"

Qu Yumo said.

"I see that too."

"Me too."

Yuan Qingzhu and Tongziqi also said at the same time.

The four people refuted it, and two of them were his beloved beauties. Chen Weifang couldn't help but get angry.

"Haha, the money you use is very clean? Qu Yumo's father speculates in housing prices and raises housing prices, which has caused many poor people to not afford to buy a house. Yuan Qingzhu's family runs a large pig farm. What is the food for pigs? Is it possible for a pig to grow to 300 kilograms in three months? Do you know that children will be precocious after eating this kind of pork? Fan Wenxuan... I really don't have the right to say you, you are indeed good! But boys are you ***|Things, your eels and loaches are used to avoid pregnancy | pregnancy | medicine? Do you know how harmful the loaches and eels raised in this way are to be eaten?"

"Of course, in this society, businesses will still care about people's lives and death? As long as they can make money, they can do it! Now, your parents and grandparents are such people! So, when you refute me, teach your parents and grandpa first!"

"Do you know that the clothes you wear, food, and flashlights you use are all with sin? There is really a cycle of laws and regulations, and you will eventually be retribution!"

Chen Weifang said sarcastically in a cold voice.

His words were spoken in a reproachful tone, but there was no rebuttal at the scene.

"You're too extreme."

Fan Wenxuan sighed and said.

"Haha, extreme, I'm just an angry young man. Ridiculous? Not ridiculous, just sad. I just watched and watched these black consciences go to hell."

Chen Weifang sneered.

Fan Wenxuan no longer spoke.

This old house is a little cold, and the temperature seems to be getting lower now.
Chapter completed!