Crossing into a straw bag fifth miss: 101 tactics of the art of taming

"Miss, I'm still following you.
Ruo'er followed Luo Liuling, not daring to take a step slower, and Luo Ling didn't care about Ruo'er, and walked into the house.

If you want to go to the bamboo forest, you have to go through this house, there should be a back door or something.

As soon as the two entered the steps, Ruo'er stretched out her hand and slowly pushed open the door. Dust fell and rolled up in waves.

Luo Liuling waved his right hand twice, before he could clearly see the decoration of the room, he felt Ruo'er beside him stiffen, as if he had seen something terrible. [

Luo Liuling turned his eyes, lifted the lantern, and with the help of the light of the lantern, he saw a bright red dress hanging in the middle of the room, with big and enchanting peonies shining coldly under the moonlight.

If you didn't look carefully, you might think it was a person hanging from it.

It's just that whoever hung the clothes here, Luo Liuling had already walked under the red dress, and reached out to touch the clothes.

The clothes are smooth and delicate, with high-quality workmanship, and there is no trace of dust. What is even more strange is that the house has been abandoned for three years, and the clothes have long since become cobwebs. of.

Could it be that there are people living here.

A hint of doubt flashed across Luo Liuling's heart, but he didn't speak. He turned his eyes quickly and scanned the room.

Walk to a table at random, reach out and lightly jump across the table.

There is no trace of dust, and it is as clean as the moon. As expected, there are indeed people living here.

Who is it, who lives in this deserted house, and now wants to play tricks to scare her away.

If the deduction is correct, the house that Ruoer said is haunted is probably caused by the people who live here.

Ruo'er was still covering her eyes with her hands, trembling all over, this haunted house really has ghosts.

A pair of small hands were gently placed on her shoulders, and a chill immediately rushed to Ruo'er's body.

"Don't, don't, I haven't hurt anyone, I haven't done a single bad thing, don't arrest me."

The corner of Luo Liuling's mouth twitched, she just patted her shoulder lightly, was her reaction so excited?

Feeling those hands slapping herself fiercely, Ruo'er opened her eyes in pain, seeing Luo Liuling's cold gaze, her heart went cold.

"Little...Miss."

Ruo'er's face immediately turned more than half red. An eight-year-old child is not afraid, but a 15-year-old adult is afraid of her.

It's really embarrassing, but Ruo'er quietly looked at the room, nothing happened.