Zhuang Yue: I Have Lived from the Qin Dynasty to the Present

　　So Jin Zhengzhong was instructed to spray ghost-repelling water on the entire Jiajia Building.

　　but……

　　doesn't seem to work?

　　"Ok?"

　　Ma Xiaoling walked to the door of Aping's room and found a trace of strangeness.

　　If it is said that the entire Jiajia Building is a bit gloomy.

　　So Aping is here...

　　It is the coldest!

　　Ding dong.

　　Ma Xiaoling pressed Aping's doorbell.

　　After half a sound.

　　The door opens.

　　A Ping stood at the door with a pale face.

　　Seeing Ma Xiaoling and Jin Zhengzhong, she showed a simple and honest smile: "Xiaoling, Zhengzhong, why are you here?"

　　Ma Xiaoling looked at Ping and said, "Brother Ping, your face doesn't seem very good."

　　A Ping was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand and explained, "I may have not had a good rest recently."

　　Ma Xiaoling smiled slightly and said, "Can I go in and have a look?"

　　"Okay, please come in."

　　Aping opened the door.

　　Ma Xiaoling and Jin Zhengzhong walked into the living room of the house.

　　The living room is full of clothes and materials for making clothes.

　　The room was very cold.

　　and very humid.

　　at this time.

　　Ma Xiaoling felt some vibrations in the vanity case.

　　She opened the vanity case.

　　I found out that it was the compass I just dropped in the vanity case.

　　now……

　　The compass seems to be back to normal.

　　pointer.

　　Means

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　　to a room in the house.

　　Follow the dark light.

　　Ma Xiaoling and Jin Zhengzhong saw a rocking chair through the blurred glass door...

　　a figure...

　　Sitting quietly in the rocking chair.

　　Exactly...

　　Flat mother.

　　Kim Jong-jung swallowed nervously.

　　his hand……

　　Quietly put it behind him.

　　There, it is the Buddha's palm.

　　just.

　　Ma Xiaoling shook her head at him.

　　"Brother Ping, what's wrong with Auntie?" Ma Xiaoling asked.

　　"She, she's all right." Aping looked a little flustered when she heard Ma Xiaoling ask about her mother.

　　"But……"

　　"I am fine."

　　A cold voice sounded.

　　"You don't need to care."

　　this sound.

　　Naturally, it is from Ping Ma.

　　A Ping quickly explained: "My mother has a bad temper recently, I'm sorry."

　　"fine."

　　"Brother Ping, let's go first."

　　Ma Xiaoling nodded and walked out of the house with Jin Zhengzhong.

　　"Master! Why didn't you do it just now?" Jin Zhengzhong asked curiously.

　　"Do you know what kind of monsters and ghosts are inside?" Ma Xiaoling rolled her eyes.

　　"do not know."

　　"You act rashly if you don't know, do you think your life is too long?" Ma Xiaoling looked at Jin Zhengzhong angrily.

　　"I……"

　　"I didn't mean to..."

　　Kim Jong-jung scratched his head.

　　"I taught you these things a long time ago. This time, you will be deducted from your salary for ten days."

　　Ma Xiaoling snorted softly.

　　"Ah... Master, can you deduct a little less?"

　　"If you are not satisfied, I can deduct half a month."

　　"No, no, no... I'm very satisfied, satisfied." Jin Zhengzhong was sobbing and didn't dare to speak.

　　"Tonight, we will act again."

　　Ma Xiaoling glanced at the house behind her.

　　This is where Apping lives.

　　anyway……

　　But from the resentment that Ma Xiaoling sensed just now...

　　just know...

　　I'm afraid this is not easy...

　　If staying in Jiajia Building.

　　I'm afraid it will be a scourge!

　　……

　　late at night.

　　creak.

　　The room door of Aping's house opened gently.

　　A hunched figure slowly walked out of the house.

　　hallway lights...

　　Go straight off.

　　Only a faint white light remained, reflecting on the pale cheeks of the figure.

　　It's Ping Mom...

　　She looked at the ceiling.

　　There was a hint of gloomy laughter.

　　hateful eyes...

　　Staring at the ceiling.

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Zongyue: I have lived from the Qin Dynasty to the present!The latest chapter Chapter 5 A Ping jumps off the building! 【7/[-]】

　　She emerges from the dark corridor.

　　Walk up the stairs slowly.

　　step……

　　Another step.

　　The sound of her footsteps came from the stairs...