Psychic Queen: Beware of ghosts in the harem

Chapter 453 Attracting Souls 1
Late at night, people are quiet.

The entire Qiufu is as empty as an abandoned house that has been uninhabited for a long time.

The towering trees blocked the moonlight, and large swaths of dark shadows enveloped the mansion like a cage.

Such a quiet night is hard to feel in modern life.

In the days before time travel, even when you sleep at night, you will hear the sound of cars.

The home is in a small alley in the downtown area, facing a prosperous commercial street outside.

There are mixed fish and eyes in the alley, and there are all kinds of people.

Noisy nagging, harsh shouting, all kinds of voices.

It was often in the middle of the night that it gradually quieted down.

At that time, the car on the street, even the sound of braking could be heard so clearly.

I don't know whether to say good or bad about the ancient times that have not gone through the industrial age.

The inconvenience of life makes people have a primitive sense of natural intimacy.

This is the real night - there is a moon, there are stars scattered all over the sky, and even the sound of the night wind blowing through the treetops can be heard clearly and quietly.

Baitang was wearing a light yellow long dress, which stood out especially at night.

If you can't see clearly, you will think it is a white-clothed female ghost floating in after a glance.

"It's done, it's done..."

Li Xun Huan strode out from the inside and saw that Bai Tang was almost standing there, "What are you doing?"

The corner of Baitang's mouth twitched into a sneer, he turned his head and said, "Look up at the bright moon and look down at your hometown."

Li Xunhuan laughed, "What hometown do you miss, isn't this your hometown?"

Baitang looked at Li Xunhuan, and said slowly: "Here...of course not. My hometown is far, far away. I don't know if I really have that much affection for that place, but...I still miss .”

If she could, she really wanted to go back.

I really want to go back.

There is no intrigue, no fear of life.

She followed her senior brother to catch ghosts, and she could watch TV with ghosts while eating potato chips at home, and she could also listen to her roommates mysteriously telling all the supernatural events she knew at school.

When they hugged the quilt and felt cold and frightened to death, there were often a few ghosts beside them who were listening with gusto.

(End of this chapter)