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Chapter 274 Cutting the Red Line on the Neck
When he saw Wanwan jumping down from the end of the bed and preparing to sneak out to play, Xia Zhihuai suddenly remembered the abnormality he had noticed before.

"Wanwan, let me ask you a question."

Wanwan raised her foot, Jin Ji was independent, and turned back slowly: "Brother, what else can you do?"

"Song Yuanxin, did you notice just now?" Xia Zhihuai frowned slightly.

Wanwan turned around and heard footsteps approaching from behind. She saw that it was Qu Xiunan running towards him.

"Wait, I want to hear it too."

Wanwan slowly walked back into the house, saw a small wooden stool in the corner, pulled it out and sat on it: "I noticed that aunt from the beginning, her aura was very mixed, I couldn't tell clearly at the moment. "

Xia Zhihuai sat on the mattress: "I saw a red line on her neck, which seemed to separate her head and body horizontally. That line gave me a very bad feeling..."

"What line?" Qu Xiunan turned to look at the brother and sister blankly.

Wanwan put her right hand into her pocket and took out a piece of chocolate. Qu Xiunan stretched out his hand towards her: "Wanwan, give me a piece too."

Wanwan raised her head and stared at him for three seconds before sighing: "Okay."

"There is a red line on her neck, but it's not life-threatening." Wanwan said vaguely, "I don't know the specific effect."

"But it should have something to do with her face."

After seeing the bad-tempered aunt, she noticed that her face was changing, and she was completely different from before.

Although she has become much more beautiful, this kind of beauty scares her away.

"It is indeed bad to cut the red line on her neck. If she does not solve it in time, she may get into trouble and die in the future."

Xia Zhihuai: "Can you see that the resentful ghost that followed her before has been dealt with?"

Wanwan shook her head: "I can't tell."

The resentful ghost should also be involved in a murder case, but until now, no one has taken the initiative to investigate, and it is difficult for the truth of the case to be revealed.

Wanwan looked at Qu Xiunan and Xia Zhihuai's thoughtful expressions, ate the biscuits in her hands, stood up from where she was, patted the crumbs of biscuits on her body, and smiled at them: "Do you have any more questions? If not, I'm going out to play~"

"Don't run too far. You have to do a task later. Whether you can eat enough today depends on whether you can complete the task."

Wanwan nodded like a fool, raised her little fleshy hand towards Xia Zhihuai, made an OK gesture, and winked playfully: "No problem, nothing will affect my baby's work!"

Xia Zhihuai watched her running out like the wind, shaking his head and sighing helplessly and amusedly.

After being manipulated like this by Wanwan, he wasn't too worried anymore.

Song Yuanxin's situation is getting more and more complicated. The grudges between the two of them remind her that confronting the resentful ghost is the end of benevolence and justice.

What she showed today was enough to prove that she was not aware of her situation, so there was no need for him to do anything more.

……

Qu Xiunan watched Xia Zhihuai sorting the clothes one by one and hanging them in the closet, biting the chocolate, and couldn't help but sigh: "Are you always so virtuous at home?"

Xia Zhihuai's eyes flashed: "Do you know how to use words?"

Qu Xiunan pointed to the neat wardrobe in front of him: "You are the only young male artist I have ever seen who takes care of his own and other people's clothes with his own hands, and does it so neatly and with a sense of ritual."

Xia Zhihuai looked at the wardrobe in front of him and fell into deep thought.

Did he love cleanliness and tidiness so much before...?

Probably not.

However, since Wanwan came, the originally empty house began to receive goods one after another. Many places in the house were quickly occupied by various children's things. If Zhuqing hadn't come to do housekeeping once a week, it would have been difficult for the house to stock up. foot.

But sorting it out once a week is obviously not enough. Huang Xikong has obsessive-compulsive disorder and usually only uses his words but not his hands.So he was forced to learn to do housework.

"You know how difficult it is to raise a child. You have to learn everything." After Xia Zhihuai arranged Wanwan's clothes, he asked, "Where are your things? Why don't you pack them?"

"The suitcase is open, but I think I'll get it back at night."

Qu Xiunan was sitting on the single sofa in the corner with a slumped posture, his toes on the cement floor and his fingertips tapping a strange rhythm.

"You know? When I first accepted this show, I was actually quite reluctant." Seeing that the room was too quiet, Qu Xiunan started talking again.

"Then why did you come anyway?"

Qu Xiunan: "The originally negotiated business activities have been blown away."

"When I first heard that it was a variety show that brought babies into the village, I was panicked. I have no experience in dealing with children, so until I joined the group, I was resisting it."

"But after the first episode, I found that this variety show is quite good. It can increase my life experience. You two brothers and sisters are really amazing."

"I have actually entered a creative bottleneck for more than a year. I feel that nothing I write is interesting, so my popularity has declined quickly, and I have been ridiculed by major media."

"But since the first episode was recorded, I have reached a creative peak. In the final analysis, I still have to thank you two brothers and sisters."

Xia Zhihuai said amusedly: "So, you wrote a new song? What kind of song, writing about love in a pastoral ghost variety show?"

"NONONO!"

"A scary nursery rhyme I wrote." Qu Xiunan laughed and said very excitedly and enthusiastically, "When this program is recorded, I will invite you to the recording studio to have a look. If you and Wanwan are willing to join, then It couldn’t be better.”

Xia Zhihuai said speechlessly: "Are you asking Wanwan to recite the Diamond Sutra for you, or are you going to tighten the curse?"

"Hahahahaha..." Qu Xiunan laughed heartily, "If Wanwan knew that you were so mean to her, I would probably give you a baby punch."

"I heard you." Wanwan poked her little head out of the door, and she couldn't hide her resentful look at Xia Zhihuai, "Brother, you are really my biggest fan!"

Xia Zhihuai: "Who did you learn this from? You also have a fan circle. If you are not a fan, you will have no fans."

Wanwan came in with her chest puffed out and snorted coldly: "You just lied to me. Sister Zhuqing told me that I have many fans now."

Qu Xiunan: "Our little star, after recording this program, do you want to go to my recording studio?"

Wanwan tilted her head and asked in confusion: "What is a recording studio?"

"Where I work, I can record songs and then release them for more people to hear."

Wanwan's eyes rolled: "Can I record a song specifically?"

Xia Zhihuaita looked at Qu Xiunan and Wanwan: "If you don't sing well, you will be scolded if you sing out."

Wanwan shook her head and said, "I don't sing, but I can recite scriptures, just for exorcising ghosts!"

Bao Baobao's Ghost Exorcist Song is definitely awesome!

Qu Xiunan and Xia Zhihuai looked at each other.

Although he was surprised, Qu Xiunan's mind was spinning quickly.

I have to say, Wanwan’s idea is indeed interesting.

Xia Zhihuai's concern is: "Are the recorded scriptures useful?"

Wanwan couldn't help but ask: "Why is it useless?"

Doesn’t the recorded voice belong to her?

(End of this chapter)