Panicked: "What are you doing—"
Before he could finish speaking, he was blocked by his sister: "Howling? I just wanted to try this hook to see if it was sturdy or not."
Seeing her brother's expression of looking at her convulsed, he waved his hand a little unsustainably: "It's done, you get out of the way, I'll come down."
"Oh!" Zhu Weixin took a step back obediently, but forgot to let go.
As a result, Zhu Yang was brought out on the stool. Zhu Yang was about to relax his neck when he was suddenly restrained.
With a kick of her foot, she overturned the chair. If Zhu Weixin hadn't loosened her hand, she would have hanged herself.
Even so, the neck was still uncomfortably strangled: "Idiot, what are you doing? You want to hang me, don't you? Let me down."
Zhu Weixin was anxious: "No, sister, don't move, I'm letting go, don't move your calf, I'll go and cover my eyes with your hands, I can't see it."
"You should hurry up, what's wrong with me, so many ghosts didn't kill me, how can you let your sister be a ghost here?"
The two were in a hurry, and the scene was chaotic for a while. At this time, a water column with the thickness of chopsticks flew from somewhere, and the water column passed by like a bullet.
Zhu Yang heard the sound of the fabric being torn, and the belt of the bathrobe snapped.
Zhu Yang's neck was finally freed, but the two siblings both fell to the ground because of inertia.
When he got up and looked back, he saw Lu Xiuci staring at them with a bad expression.
"Do you just hang yourself and play when you are all right at home?"