Ghost husband and domineering: waiting for you to be reincarnated

Chapter 44 Red High Heels

It was just the first time we met, and she actually asked to live in my house.

If it was in normal times, I would definitely not agree.But at this moment, when I think of her being homeless like me, I feel a kind of sympathy in my heart.Thinking of my mother saying that she will come to the city together after my father is healthy, then my house should still have a vacant room for her to live in.

So I just nodded.

"There are still vacant rooms in my house for you to live in, but my parents will come back later. There is no way to keep you for a long time. You should communicate more with your family. What can't be done?"

I began to preach to her like a confidant aunt, but she didn't want to follow me, so a weird smile gradually appeared on her face.

It's probably because my nerves have become a lot thicker recently. I didn't realize until now that this woman seems to be...

She seems to have black eyes!
"what!!!!"

My screams ran through the entire corridor in an instant, but the woman in front of me looked at me with her shiny black eyes, and said with a faint smile, "Little sister, you said that you want me to live in your house." , do you want to go back on your word and drive me away?"

Although there was a smile on her face, her voice sounded very sad.This is not the first time I have heard this tone of voice, and I was so horrified that I almost rolled down the stairs.

I realized there was a man standing not far behind me, and there was no way he wasn't responding to my shouting.

The only possible situation is that the reason why he didn't hear me just now was not because my voice was too low, but because of what did this female ghost do?
I was so frightened that my liver would break, and I didn't know why I was beckoning ghosts like that.

"Little sister, talk to me. Let me live in your house, okay?"

Good good you uncle!
You are a ghost, do you know that?

My legs were trembling, and I stretched tremblingly towards the next step of stairs.I heard from my grandfather before that men are more masculine, and ghosts will not easily provoke them.That big bald head looks strong and masculine, and this female ghost will definitely not go against him.

I forced myself to comfort myself like this, but after walking down a few steps, I felt that the distance between me and that man was not close at all, it was only a few meters away in total, and I should have stood by his side in normal times .

"Why don't you talk anymore?" the female ghost asked me, and I saw a dark teardrop suddenly appear in her eyes.

Tears are colorless, even if I use my toes at this time, I don't want to think about what the tear stains are.

Seeing that there was no hope of escape, my heart was full of despair, and I said to her, "What are you going to do? Don't scare me, it's just a place to live, you can live wherever you want, just don't scare people!"

After I finished speaking, I regretted it very much in my heart, what is this all about.

Are my nerves thick enough to allow a ghost to live with me?
Or do I think every ghost treats me as well as my dead ghost husband?
Am I out of my mind?

The woman giggled when she heard my promise. That laughter was different from the sharp laughter of other grieving ghosts I heard.

Before she was alive... she must have been a beautiful woman, right?

I came up with such an idea strangely, and for a moment I forgot that I was in danger.

"Little sister, my feet are so cold, can you help me get my shoes?"

She said that without end.

I saw that she was no longer approaching me, and I was already relieved. When I heard that I was going to get her shoes, I subconsciously looked at her feet.She was actually standing on the stairs with bare feet.

"Where... are your shoes?"

No matter what request she makes, I feel that what I have to do now is to stabilize her, lest she get upset and kill me, and the loss outweighs the gain.

The woman stared straight at the room a few meters below me, and said, "It's right there, a pair of red high heels, those are mine..."

I was so startled that I almost screamed again.

Now I know everything. The reason why that man refused to rent a house to me as soon as he heard about the high heels was because of this female ghost!
He knows there are ghosts here!
Damn!I scolded this damn bald head thousands of times in my heart, and even rented out a house that I knew was haunted!Does he still have a sense of public morality?

In order to stabilize the female ghost beside me, I had no choice but to agree.

"I'll get it for you, but I can't seem to go down..."

She giggled and said, "You can go down now."

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt the dim corridor lights in front of me flicker a little, and then, I saw the man turn his head to look at me.

There was a look of surprise on his face, "Why are you still here?"

I saw that he was still pretending to be a good person, and I was so angry that I hurriedly put on my own shoes, and then rushed down.

"You said why am I here? I rented this house. Why did you run back by yourself, and what are you doing standing at the door?!"

My series of questions stunned the man like a cannonball. It took him a while to digest my meaning, and then he couldn't laugh or cry.

"It turned out that you rented it. I told you that I will not rent this house. If you have any requirements, you can just mention it. Who knows that you insist on staying here for one night. I am worried that something will happen to you, so here is Come and have a look."

I was taken aback, listening to what he meant, is it better for me?

"Tell me, why don't you rent it to me?"

I concluded that the man didn't dare to tell the truth because he had a ghost in his heart. He clearly knew that there was a woman's ghost in this room, maybe he killed that person!
"This one……"

The man touched his bald head in some embarrassment, and at this moment, another head poked out from the room, "What's going on?"

I didn't expect that there was someone inside at all, and I saw him only when I heard the words.

This person was dressed in a neat shirt and denim, and he was holding a vermilion writing brush in his hand, which seemed a bit uncoordinated.

But I saw the vermilion powder sticking to the brush at a glance.

This is cinnabar?
I squinted my eyes, it seems that this man is well prepared, he actually brought Mr. Yin Yang here?Could it be that the woman was really killed by him?
"Sir, for the sake of this, why don't you make it clear? You actually brought Mr. Yin Yang to my house. This can't be explained simply by wanting to take back the house."

I said to the man next to me with a cold face.

(End of this chapter)