Close to the other end of the phone came the proud voice of the landlord, saying: "You wear a black waistcoat, jeans shorts, very beautiful, good figure, the only drawback is that the chest is a little small, similar to the airport..."

Half of what he said, his voice suddenly rose and he said like a ghost: "Wo Cao, you even raise ghosts, but also a hundred years of strong ghosts!"

After that, he seemed to be frightened. He hung up the phone with a click, followed by the cool wind blowing around me. The coolness was instantly withdrawn, and the whole room returned to normal in an instant.

"Hello?" I haven't finished yet. How could I let him hang up and call back in a hurry, but the bastard turned off the phone?

I played several times in a row, the result is shut down, really no way, I had to log in to the magic forum again, input the words like Buddha card, try that landlord has not sent other posts.

Sure enough, there are a lot of posts about the Buddha sign under the forum, all of which were sent by the owner of that building. It seems that he often came to this forum to send advertisements. I immediately clicked on the post to confide in the owner of that building and asked him how to raise ghosts.

But no matter how much information I send, it's like a stone sinking into the sea, and I can't get half a response.

The landlord's mobile phone is still off. I look at Qiao Li's closed eyes. The heart of his anxious hand is full of cold sweat. I don't know why. I have a feeling that the landlord is online at this time. He just intentionally ignored me.

I can't help it. I can only leave messages under his posts saying that he is a liar, not a Thai God woman at all. The Buddha brand I bought in his place is also fake. It's made of plastic. After wearing it, not only did it not bring me good luck, but also brought bad luck, which made me hurt and broke my fortune recently.

After that, I was afraid that the authenticity was not high, so I searched some Thai Buddhist cards on the Internet and sent them out.

Just as I commented on each post, a message suddenly popped out from the back of the forum, which was sent by the landlord: Sister, I am afraid you can do it, is not the way to raise ghosts, you are waiting at home, I will go to you now!

Sure enough, he's online!

But after he finished speaking, he did not wait for my response. He went offline in the dark.

More than an hour later, the doorbell finally rang. I had waited for it to scratch my heart and scratch my liver. I rushed out to open the door, but I was foolish when it opened.

Behind the door stood a little boy of six or seven years old, who was looking up at me with his black eyes blinking.

"Kid, did you go to the wrong door? What about your family? I was so disappointed that I had to ask the boy patiently when I saw that there were no adults behind him.

He shook his head and did not speak. His eyes were still staring at me. I couldn't help being looked at all over his hair. I had to ask him what his name was and whether he lived in this neighborhood at home.

He still shook his head and said nothing, just staring at me. When I suspected he was dumb and wanted to call the police at 110, he suddenly folded his hands and said, "Sawadika, sister, can I ask you a question?"

"What's the problem?" I paused and looked at the little boy in shock. He could talk and talk about Sawadika. It seemed that he was with the landlord who claimed to be the God woman.

He can't be the kid who lives in that building, can he?

The idea flashed through my mind, and I shuddered, unconsciously beginning to look at the boy in front of me.