Psychic Queen: Beware of ghosts in the harem

Chapter 323 The Hateful Eyes 6
As soon as the words fell, the surrounding maids and servants all felt a chill.

"Missing." Qiu He looked very unhappy.

I bought a haunted house, and if something goes wrong when my boss lives here, it's strange that I'm in a better mood.

But... Bai Tang was puzzled, why this happened, it was a bit too coincidental.

The fake Uncle Liu said that Qiuhe has a strong yang spirit, but Duan Tianling is even more of a troublesome guy, but when these two people were both in this house, they would be so haunted. Perhaps, this is not a coincidence.

"I've seen..." Baitang whispered.

For a moment, all eyes turned to her.

"Before I entered the room, he asked me to go back to the room..." She said slowly, "He said it was not peaceful here, and asked me to rest early. I went in. As soon as I stepped in, the door closed by itself. This fake Liu Bo just...disappeared."

The maid who told Baitang about the death last month suppressed her crying, "It's Uncle Liu's ghost..."

"no!"

If he had only died for a few days, he couldn't have reached this point.

This ghost is so advanced that he can pretend to be a human in broad daylight.

Compared with him, these brats are really just brats.

Now that the entire Qiu Mansion has been sealed off, I'm afraid it's this old guy who is doing the trick.

Can pretend to be someone else's ghost?It was the first time seeing Baitang again.

Ancient times are ancient times, and supernatural powers are developed.

"How do you know it's not?"

Duan Tianling looked at her lightly.

Baitang's heart tightened, and his face was calm, "Because... I don't think he... looks like a 60-[-]-year-old man, but his movements are like a hundred-year-old man. This, isn't it?"

He didn't speak, and turned his eyes to the male corpse on the ground again.

There was still a little bleeding from the wound, apparently just happened.

Baitang looked at the little ghost who was separated from him by the dead body, and the look in his eyes was even more dazzling.

Where was this place before, and why are there so many killed brats.

"How? If you say you want to kill, you must kill. Can you stop it?"

The voice was slightly hoarse, and every word was spoken, the wound on the kid's neck seemed to continue to bleed.

(End of this chapter)