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"Don't underestimate this old man. This man is Su Yang's uncle." Zhang Wanmo was in high spirits, "This woman is really climbing up every step of the way. By the way, Young Master Yan, this is not the first time you have seen her." Hers? Why didn't she hook up with you? "

I thought about it carefully, Yan Shuang seemed to want to talk to Yan Shuyuan several times, but Yan Shuyuan didn't pay much attention to her, and at that time, Yan Shuyuan was still quite young, and nothing happened to Tomb Mountain.

With Yan Shuang's appearance at that time, it was difficult to hook up with anyone.

"If you can't speak, just keep your mouth shut." Yan Shuyuan glanced at Zhang Wanmo, moved to my side, and flipped through the information again, "Look at this photo."

What he pointed to was a naked and somewhat exaggerated photo. However, I didn't pretend to be hypocritical, but observed it seriously.

It turned out that there was a small tattoo on Yan Shuang's shoulder.

Jiang Ke also leaned over to take a look, "It looks like a skull."

"What kind of skull, what kind of eyes do you have?" Zhang Wanmo also came over, "Isn't this just ghost face sores?"

"Ghostface sores? What is that?"

"Ghostface sore is also called ghost plague or ghost door disease. It is caused by evil spirits and ghosts entering the human body. Look, does this pattern look like a human face? This shows that, Yan Shuang is using her own or someone else's anger to support this ghost and herself."

What Zhang Wanmo said made sense.

"So scary?" These words startled Jiang Ke, "How dare she? Let the ghost stay in the same body as herself."

"Didn't you see the benefits of this? The longer you grow, the more beautiful you are, the more attractive you are to men. She can hook any man with a hook, tsk tsk, it's really for money, she dares to do anything, and she is not afraid In the future, it will be eaten back and become a mummy."

This face became more and more familiar to me, so I tore it off and looked at it carefully under the light.

I remember, this is the old woman who kept holding on to me when I left my soul.

It was her.

"Then what are we going to do now?" Jiang Ke asked.

"Chen Xing, ask her out to have a talk first, and find out what's going on with her, how much she knows about ghostly sores, and whether she knows what will happen in the end." Yan Shuyuan looked up at me.

"Okay." I nodded.

Although the relationship with Yan Shuang is not good, the superficial relationship has been maintained. I asked her out on the pretext of going to the city to have a meal with her casually.

The weather in July is hot, and I specially made an appointment at noon. Unexpectedly, Yanshuang made me wait for more than half an hour before walking slowly in high heels.

Of course, I was not that stupid, I would have been standing under the sun waiting for her, but I found a milk tea shop, ordered a cup of milk tea and sat down.

When she arrived, in the eyes of others, she had beautiful wavy hair, a pair of sunglasses on her head, delicate and fashionable cheeks, and an eye-catching tight red dress, plus a pair of black high-heeled shoes with diamonds, the Queen Full range.

But in my opinion, her face was rosy, red and black, and under the sunshine, that ghost finally couldn't help showing a little tail.

"It's too hot today, I didn't even want to come out." She unceremoniously sat across from me and fanned the wind with her hands.

The fingers that used to do farm work should be rough and fat, but now they have become slender and delicate, with red manicure on them.

"What do you want to eat at noon? Find a place." She stood up first again. Although she asked, she didn't mean to take my opinion at all, and led me directly into a high-end restaurant on the third floor.

You don't even need to take the menu, and start ordering skillfully.

What lobster, abalone, all kinds of seafood are some seafood that Yan Shuyuan asked the nanny to cook for us these days.

"When the food comes out, eat it with your stomach open. You have never eaten it before. If you can't finish it, pack it up and go home."

I could hear that most of what she said was showing off. I didn't reply, but just kept staring at her arm.

There was a faint black air outside just now, but it is gone now.

"Why are you looking at me? Eat!" Yan Shuang seemed to have forgotten the previous unhappiness, and picked up food for me like a real sister. My sister called me, she's so old, she's still not sensible at all, at the engagement banquet two days ago, she didn't know how to support me, and she even talked back."

If they didn't know her true nature, others might still take her as a good sister.

"Do you know what you're doing?" This was the first sentence I said after I met her.

"What?" She stopped her chopsticks and looked at me suspiciously.

"What agreement did you reach with that ghostly ghost?"

After hearing my words, Yan Shuang understood, all the sisterhood she pretended just now disappeared, her eyes became cold, she put down the chopsticks in her hand, "How do you know?"

"If you want people to not know, unless you do nothing, when did you start supporting her?"

"We just take what we need." She put her delicate hands in front of her eyes and looked at the red manicure she had just finished, "She wants to survive, and I want to be beautiful. Don't I look good now? No is it beautiful?"

"Do you know what the consequences will be? Once you stop sucking other people's anger, you will be sucked back into a mummy, or do you keep going on like this, sucking anger everywhere, occasionally out of control, Someone sucked into a mummy?"

Yan Shuang originally took out the mirror and admired her own beauty, but when she heard what I said, her smile froze on her face, "How is that possible! As long as I get married, I will stop."

"Stop?" I seem to have heard a big joke.

Zhang Wanmo said that as long as he is fostered by a ghost and has ghost face sores on his body, he will never stop.

"It's impossible for her to lie to me. She has something in my hands."

handle?What kind of handle can a ghost have?
This reminds me of the bones on the tomb mountain. Could it be that the bones of this old woman were restrained by Yan Shuang?
"Then can you let me have a few words with her?" It seems that Yan Shuang is not ignorant of the seriousness of this matter, but she always has to pay for her greed.

She looked at it for a while, then nodded, and untied her tight red skirt, revealing half of her shoulders.

The ghost face was quietly staying on her arm, and she was sleeping with her eyes closed.

That shape is a bit bigger than what Yan Shuyuan gave me, and she is still growing.