Seeing Wanwan jumping off the end of the bed and about to sneak out to play, Xia Zhihuai suddenly remembered the abnormality she noticed before.

"Wanwan, ask you a question."

Wanwan raised her feet, the golden rooster stands alone, and slowly turned around: "Brother, what else is there?"

"Song Yuanxin, did you notice it just now?" Xia Zhihuai frowned slightly.

Wanwan turned her body and heard footsteps approaching behind her. She saw that she was running over to Qu Xiunan when she heard the sound.

"Wait, I'll listen, too."

Wanwan walked back to the house slowly, looked at a small wooden stool in the corner, and pulled it out to sit on it: "I noticed that aunt from the beginning. The breath on her body was very mixed, and I couldn't explain it clearly for a while."

Xia Zhihuai sat on the mattress: "I saw a red line on her neck, as if she wanted to separate her head and body horizontally. That line gave me a bad feeling..."

"What line?" Qu Xiunan turned his head blankly at the brother and sister.

Wanwan stretched out her right hand into her pocket and took out a piece of chocolate. Qu Xiunan stretched out her hand at her: "Wanwan, give me one too."

Wanwan looked up and stared at him for three seconds, and the ghost sighed: "Okay."

"There is a red thread around her neck, but that is not a life-seeking." Wanwan said vaguely, "I don't know the specific effect."

"But it should have something to do with her face."

After seeing the aunt with a bad temper, she found that her face was changing, which was completely different from before.

Although she became much more beautiful, this beauty discouraged her.

"It is really not good to cut the red line of the neck. If she does not solve it in time, it is very likely that she will cause trouble and die in the future."

Xia Zhihuai: "Can you tell the resentful ghost who followed her before? Is it possible to solve it?"

Wanwan shook her head: "I can't see it."

That resentful ghost should have been involved in a murder case, but now no one has taken the initiative to investigate it, and it is difficult for the truth of the case to be revealed.

Wanwan looked at Qu Xiunan and Xia Zhihuai's thoughtful appearance, and finished gnawing the small biscuits in her hand, stood up from the spot, patted the biscuit crumbs on her body, and smiled at the two of them: "Is there any problem? If not, I'll go out to play~"

"Don't run too far. You will have to do the task later. Whether you can eat enough today depends on whether the task can be done."

Wanwan nodded like pounding garlic, raised her little meat hand at Xia Zhihuai, made a gesture of ok, and blinked playfully: "No problem, nothing will affect my baby's food!"

Xia Zhihuai watched her run out like wind, shook her head helplessly and amused.

He was not worried about being operated like this by Wanwan.

The situation in Song Yuanxin became more and more complicated. With the grudge between them, she reminded her that she was the most righteous and kind to fight against the resentful ghost.

Everything she showed today was enough to prove that she didn't know where she was, so he didn't need to do anything more.

...

Qu Xiunan watched Xia Zhihuai sort out his clothes one by one and hang them into the wardrobe, biting the chocolate, and couldn't help but sigh: "Are you so virtuous at home?"

Xia Zhihuai's eyes were slid: "Can you use words?"

Qu Xiunan pointed to the neatly wardrobe in front of him: "You are the only young male artist I have ever seen who has taken care of his own clothes and others, and is so neat and ritualistic."

Xia Zhihuai looked at the wardrobe in front of him and fell into deep thought.

Did he...have he loved cleanliness and tidy so much?

There shouldn't be either.

However, since Wanwan came, the originally empty home began to purchase goods one after another. Many locations in the home were quickly occupied by various children's things. If Zhu Qing had not come to do housekeeping once a week, it would have been difficult for the family to be at home.

But it is obviously not enough to sort it out once a week. Huang Xikong is also suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder and only speaks but not acts on weekdays.

So he was forced to learn how to do housework.

"You will know how difficult it is to raise a child, and you have to learn everything." Xia Zhihuai asked after tidying up Wanwan's clothes, "Where are your things, don't you clean up?"

"The suitcase is open, but I think I'd better come back tonight."

Qu Xiunan was posing as a salted fish, sitting on the single sofa in the corner, stepping on the cement floor with his toes and tapping his fingertips at a strange rhythm.

"Do you know? When I took on this show, I was actually quite reluctant." Qu Xiunan saw that the room was too quiet, so he started talking again.

"Then why did you come?"

Qu Xiunan: "I've been banned from the business activities that were originally negotiated."

"At first I heard that it was a variety show that brought my baby into the village, I was so scared that I had no experience in dealing with children, so I was resistant until I joined the group."

"But after the first episode of the show, I found that this variety show is quite good, and it increases your life experience. You brother and sister are really amazing."

"I have actually entered the creative bottleneck over the past year. It feels boring to write anything, so my popularity has dropped rapidly and I have been ridiculed by major media."

"But since the first episode was recorded, I have ushered in the peak of my creation. After all, I have to thank you brothers and sisters."

Xia Zhihuai said funny: "So, have you written a new song? What type of love is written in the pastoral ghost-collision variety show?"

“nonono!”

"I wrote a horrible nursery rhyme." Qu Xiunan laughed loudly and said excitedly and enthusiastically, "When this program is recorded, I will ask you to go to the recording studio to see it. If you and Wanwan are willing to join, that would be great."

Xia Zhihuai said speechlessly: "Do you ask Wanwan to recite the Diamond Sutra for you, or the Spell of Tight Hook?"

"Hahahahaha..." Qu Xiunan laughed loudly, "If Wanwan knew that you were so nagging her, she would probably give you a baby punch."

"I heard it." Wanwan poked her little head out of the door, and the resentful little look at Xia Zhihuai with a knife at all, "Brother, you are really my biggest black fan!"

Xia Zhihuai: "Who did you learn from? You'll have a fan circle. What kind of fans are you not a fan?"

Wanwan came in with her chest straight and hummed coldly: "You are lying to me, but Sister Zhuqing told me that I have a lot of fans now."

Qu Xiunan: "Our little star, after recording this program, do you want to go to my recording studio to see it?"

Wanwan tilted her head and said in confusion: "What is the recording studio?"

"Where I work, I can record songs and post songs to let more people hear them."

Wanwan's eyes rolled: "Can I record a song specifically?"

Xia Zhihuai looked at Qu Xiunan and Wanwan with a big head: "If you don't sing well, you will be scolded if you send it out."

Wanwan shook her head and said, "I don't sing, I can chant scriptures, it's just for exorcism!"

The baby card to drive away ghosts and gods must be great!

Qu Xiunan and Xia Zhihuai looked at each other.

Although it was a surprise, Qu Xiunan's mind was spinning fast.

I have to say that Wanwan's idea is indeed interesting.

Xia Zhihuai’s concern is: “Is the recorded scripture useful?”

Wanwan couldn't help but ask, "Why is it useless?"
Chapter completed!