Su Qingyu turned her head away.
The man was surrounded by black air. When Su Qingyu saw him, he immediately associated him with the master of his brother's courtyard.
Mr. Shi's face was as pale as paper, his eye bags were deep, there were dark bruises at the corners of his eyes, his lips were purple-black, his body was stiff, his fingers were bent, and his skin was shriveled, like a rotting corpse.
"Master." Su Qingyu called out.
Mr. Shi nodded, agreeing with Su Qingyu's guess.
From Fang Tianchuan's perspective, Master Shi had a full forehead and was wearing a dark robe with delicate cloud patterns embroidered on it. His eyes were deep and dark, like a hidden lake, giving people an inviolable aura.
Apart from the eerie and cold aura around him, everything else looks normal.
Fang Tianchuan immediately held a piece of paper money in his palm and hid it behind his back.
The copy has given him his memories and his identity.
He hadn't found the rules yet, so he could only talk to Master Shi cautiously: "I... I'm in Tianchuan below. My father and you were from the same hometown. I passed by here on my way to Beijing for the imperial examination. Thank you very much for taking me in at the Shi Mansion."
Master Shi raised his hand and patted his shoulder. Su Qingyu saw the black energy from Master Shi slowly crawling onto Fang Tianchuan's body, but Fang Tianchuan seemed unable to see it.
Su Qingyu saw that Mr. Shi was staring at Fang Tianchuan's neck and swallowing his saliva.
"Just stay here for seven days. There's no need to leave in such a hurry." Mr. Shi's tone was very kind. "Shuangxi, take Mr. Fang to the back house and settle him down."
"Okay, sir." Su Qingyu bowed.
Master Shi stared at Su Qingyu for a long time. When Su Qingyu and Fang Tianchuan left, he suddenly said, "You look different... like a human."
Su Qingyu did not look back. She imitated the weirdness she had seen before and walked slowly and stiffly.
After leaving Mr. Shi’s sight, Fang Tianchuan breathed a long sigh of relief.
He trotted forward, patted his chest which was beating wildly, then stood there waiting for Su Qingyu, took out the paper money for the dead again, and shook it in front of her eyes.
"Shuangxi, answer me a question and this ghost money will be yours." In previous copies, Fang Tianchuan often used ghost money to exchange for clues from the weird mouths.
He has already summed up his experience.
Those who have a lower status, look stupid, and speak in a weird "click-click-click" manner charge cheaper prices.
Su Qingyu looked at the ghost money, then thought about the balance in his Tiandi Bank card, and showed a look of disgust.
She didn't really want it.
Fang Tianchuan rubbed his eyes. He seemed to see the little maid suddenly look down on him. Looking closely, he found that there was no expression on her face.
Is it an illusion
“I want to ask, who are the people in this house
Who is the easiest to talk to? Who is the hardest to talk to
Has anything special happened here recently?"
Fang Tianchuan asked a long series of questions.
Su Qingyu just shook his head.
Ask her what this fake person is doing
She wasn't really weird, and she didn't know what had happened in this stone mansion.