“It’s weird!” Ban Lu exclaimed, pulling Liu Jinbao’s sleeve and shaking it, “Is today your ‘Xinyu’ day to come?”
Liu Jinbao’s face turned red, ashamed and annoyed.
Yu Hu was thoughtful, then suddenly turned around and kicked the young man in the abdomen.
The young man cried out in pain.
Liu Jinbao shouted: “I heard it, but it disappeared again. He used empathy to transfer his thoughts and senses.”
“Damn it.” Yu Hu cursed.
Ban Lu hummed, “Then hit him and tell him. I want to see how long he can maintain the empathy.”
…
The maid version of the house spirit followed Mi August’s instructions and recounted the details and conversations that took place in Yu Hu’s house one by one.
This house is the body of the house spirit, and everything that happens in it cannot be hidden from its eyes and ears.
Hearing that only Yu Hu and the others were left behind to force a confession from a young man named Wen Qingyu, Mi August told Zhai Ling to stop.
His sleeves were pulled down, and Mi August turned his head to face a pair of big, dull eyes.
“Are you full?”
Feixue nodded, pulled her sleeves and stood up from the chair.
Mi August didn’t ask where he was going. When he passed by the spirit of the house, he explained: “Send a dinner to the guest. It can be as good or bad as you like, as long as it comes to your heart.”
Zhailing blinked his eyes, it should be.
The sky was dark and the moon was hidden behind the clouds.
Mi August was led to a corner of the courtyard.
There was a half-dead dwarf tree under the wall.
Feixue dug one hand into the trunk of the short-necked tree. She took out something from the trunk that had no tree hole, and handed it to Mi August.
This is a bronze statue of less than three centimeters. It is a sculpture of a little doll with two faces on the front and back. The little doll on the front face has a weird expression of smile, and the little kid on the back face has a weird expression of crying. The smile looks like crying and the crying face. It’s like laughing. After staring for a long time, I seem to hear the sharp or soft laughter and crying sounds of children “hee hee” and “woo woo”.
“Give it to me?” Mi August asked, but what was on his mind was Mi Feixue’s method of grabbing things out of thin air.
It’s just that the child has always had special physical abilities, but no supernatural events have happened in the past six months, and she has never noticed it.
Feixue nodded here.