hear the voice of the soul

Chapter 487 Heart-Eating Thoughts ([-])

　Now, Gu Yihan suddenly felt that maybe he was wrong.

　It's not that "they" don't want to tell him, but it's because people and ghosts have different paths, and he, Gu Yihan, doesn't have Tang Yumo's ability to hear ghosts' voices, so how could he get the reminder from "they" so easily?

　Perhaps, apart from affecting the electric current and the on and off of lamps, they can't have any substantial influence on human beings.

　Even a resentful soul like Lu Lu, who was not famous until he vomited blood, could only affect the minds of fellow writers.

　Moreover, not all great god-level writers can be bewitched and influenced by Lu Lu, but they are just close friends with her who are very close and familiar with her, or some who are similar to her in terms of desire and greed. Only the writers in the place will easily follow her way.

　Otherwise, every ghost has an unfulfilled wish and wants to make a fuss in this world, so what's the deal?

　Isn't the world already in chaos? ! ! !
　Therefore, Gu Yihan concluded at this moment that it must be because there was a problem with the channel of communication between him and the ghosts, so he could not get any prompt information.

　So, what other channels can he get what he wants to know?
　Why not imitate the method Tang Yumo used when he proved his ability?

　Thinking of this, Gu Yihan's eyes suddenly regained their brilliance. He took out a pen and scribbled a few words on the paper: Where is Tang Yumo?

　After thinking about it, I wrote on several pieces of paper: Qingcheng, abroad...

　After finishing writing, he pondered for a moment, and couldn't help but add a few speechless words: alive, hurt, miss me...

　Arrange these papers squeezed side by side, put them on the table, and wait for the answer that may come from somewhere.

　However, after waiting for a long time, there was no movement.

　He thought, maybe it will take some time, the questions he asked are a bit complicated and too many.

　Take your time, don't rush.

　However, time passed by every minute and every second, bit by bit.

　The brilliance in his eyes is gradually fading away bit by bit.

　It turned out that I was whimsical...

　Gu Yihan felt that he was about to become a lunatic.

　To make such a crazy move.

　Are there really ghosts in this world?really?
　Even if there is, will you listen to Tang Yumo's prayers here?can you?
　The cold wind still leaked carelessly through the windows, bringing waves of chills.

　At the moment when the brilliance in Gu Yihan's eyes was almost extinguished, a gust of cold wind blew past his desk, slightly shaking a few pieces of paper on the desk.

　One of them slowly, slowly fell to the ground with the wind! ! !
　Gu Yihan was stunned.

　At this moment, two imps, a man and a woman floating above his desk, were blowing on the desk depressingly.

　Hong Zai: Sister Jiaojiao, I'm exhausted!Can Yunju's paper not be printed so thickly?I can hardly blow anymore.
　Jiaojiao: Shut up!Save yourself some effort!Finally, this idiot chief finally got the hang of it and knew this trick, otherwise we would have been wandering around him for half a month in a hurry and wouldn't be able to help him!

　Hong Zai: Sister Jiaojiao, you are so wise!If you hadn't been blowing cold wind at the window just now, he wouldn't have thought of this move!

Jiaojiao: Shut up!Also, don't call me sister in the future!People are called old by you! ! !Hate! ! !
(End of this chapter)