Supernatural Live: Please Stop Talking

Lin Xiao was not so restrained, and seemed more casual.

"Mr. Lin..."

"You can just call me Lin Xiao from now on. The name Mr. Lin sounds weird. After all, you are born once and familiar with twice."

Lin Xiao interrupted Liu Yuan's words.

"Then you...call me Liu Yuan from now on."

In the depths of Liu Yuan's eyes, there was a flash of joy.

"Ah."

Lin Xiao nodded in agreement.

"Can you tell me, what did you do in Fengdu?"

Liu Yuan stared at Lin Xiao, full of curiosity.

"Mr. Lin, did you also receive a black invitation letter?"

Sun Laosan asked a question.

"Black invitation letter?"

Lin Xiao frowned slightly, "No, what black invitation letter?"

"You didn't receive it?"

Liu Yuan's fair and delicate pretty face showed suspicion, "Then why are you going to Fengdu at this juncture?"

"There's something I need to take care of."

Lin Xiao answered briefly, "What is that black invitation letter you mentioned?"

"Fourth, take it out and show it to Lin Xiao."

Liu Yuan looked at Sun Laosi.

The latter quickly took out a black rectangular wooden box from the bag.

On the wooden box...

There is no pattern, just a simple log, and the workmanship looks very rough.

Lin Xiao took the box and opened it directly.

Inside, there was a black invitation letter.

On the cover of the invitation letter, there is a ghost.

Wearing a crown on his head, he sat majestically on a dragon chair.

The picture of this ghost is very realistic.

Those eyes seemed to have magical powers, the kind that made people tremble with fear and feel chills down their backs.

"Lin Xiao, do you know the person in this picture?"

Liu Yuan looked at Lin Xiao curiously.

Lin Xiao now has a general direction in his heart, but... he still can't decide.

and so……

He shook his head directly: "I don't know."

"This person is very weird. When I saw him for the first time, I almost lost myself. It took a lot of effort to overcome it."

Liu Yuan's tone was serious.

Lin Xiao didn't speak, and slowly opened it.

A line of words is written on it.

"Please arrive at Fengdu on the fourteenth night of the seventh month of the lunar calendar. If you don't come after the time, I... will come to you one by one..."

on the invitation.

Just one sentence, very simple.

The fourteenth day of the seventh lunar month? !

Lin Xiao suddenly raised his head and stared at Liu Yuan: "What is the lunar calendar now?"

"Today is the thirteenth day of the seventh lunar month."

Liu Yuan said.

"It seems... the person who issued this invitation letter is not simple."

Lin Xiao frowned and murmured.

Well known.

The fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month.

It is Xia Guo's ghost festival.