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Chapter 475 Dead Baby

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    Unpredictable people.

    The house that Mr. Xie lives in now is not newly built, but it should have been renovated.

    He prepared a room here for Su Nanzhi.

    "It's much livelier here at night than during the day," Mr. Xie smiled, "You seem to be easier to bully."

    Su Nanzhi also smiled: "It just looks like it."

    Mr. Xie asked his subordinates to lead Su Nanzhi to a room. The other party said: "The conditions here are average, master, just make do with it for now."

    Su Nanzhi said thank you.

    For this village, Mr. Xie¡¯s house can be said to be a mansion.

    I don¡¯t know how many people are secretly coveting the wealth in this house.

    The house was probably bought and renovated by Mr. Xie and the villagers. Su Nanzhi never left the house after entering the room.

    There is a village chief here.

    The village chief is a 60-year-old man with gray hair, big yellow teeth, dark skin, and his back is already a little stooped, but his steps are still strong. Not long after Su Nanzhi entered the village, he came here to visit.

    He also spoke the local language here, and Mr. Xie brought a translator with him who understood the language.

    The village chief did come over to ask about the girl who had just entered the village.

    Mr. Xie prevaricated, saying that he was coming from home to take care of his granddaughter.

    Mr. Xie sent someone to deliver dinner to the room.

    There is meat and vegetables, although it is not very rich, it is considered a good level here.

    Su Nanzhi ate some, but not everything. She was not picky about food, but she was used to eating the food from Aunt Dong and Teacher Jiang. No matter how bad it was, it was the canteen of No. 1 Middle School. The food here was really bland.  Nan Zhi misses the pan-fried chicken breast with fresh vegetables served by Teacher Jiang.

    After hastily finishing dinner, Su Nanzhi rested in bed for a while. She really couldn't stand the pain of staying up late, but there were many times when she had to stay up.

    ¡°After all, it was all for life or money, and Su Nan Zhi had to endure it.

    She lay on the simple bed, closed her eyes, and fell asleep slowly.

    At seven o'clock in the evening, crows began to sound everywhere.

    There was no sound of anyone outside.

    In this dark room without lights, the message conveyed by hearing will be clearer.

    This village is so backward that it doesn¡¯t even have electricity. Every household still uses kerosene lamps, and they usually fall asleep after eight o¡¯clock in the evening.

    In order to save kerosene, people here turn off their lights and go to bed one after another around seven o'clock in the evening.

    Rustling sounds began to be heard in the room. The people on the bed did not react at first, until the sounds gradually became more and more wild, and there were more than one sharp laughter.

    Su Nanzhi opened her eyes but did not move.

    She looked toward the ceiling, and there were several dark shadows on it, very small.

    She stared up at it.

    In the darkness, she saw a pair of hands, a pair of young and small hands, and those hands flashed past her sight.

    Su Nanzhi realized that she should be the most "irritable" person in this house.

    She continued to stare at it, and then she finally saw a head.

    Very, very small.

    how to say?

    It¡¯s the size of a newborn baby.

    Only in the villages many people died.

    But the ones who die the most are children.

    The baby¡¯s resentment is no less than that of other innocent people who died unjustly.

    It¡¯s just that these dead babies have become ghosts with the help of the village¡¯s natural aura and cannot harm their blood relatives.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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