The sound of sighing and instigating was close to his feet, Fei Wu slightly opened his eyes, and the white hand slowly approached, he couldn't help but frown, who stipulated that ghosts have to crawl on the ground? One hand strained to catch Fei Wu's trousers, the other climbed up the thigh, the head of the wide-eyed, cracked mouth smile askew leaning on the side of his legs; Fei Wu had to admit, she died is ugly point, close up so a photo, no wonder Le Wenzhou will be scared into that way.

　　"Miss ...... you and I know this posture is very indecent. Oh! Fei Wu sprayed smoke towards her; the female ghost screamed, mouth cracked even more open, climbed up the ceiling along the wall upside down, and drilled into the vent with a bang.

　　Fei Wu sighed, a bit tricky. It seems Le Wenzhou will have to live in his house for a while ......

　　Lowering his head and rolling his tobacco, Fei Wu's thin paper used to roll tobacco, the back of which was filled with writing, he was probably the first person in the world to roll tobacco with rune paper.

　　Usually, the talisman paper in his silver cigarette case is not too influential nor too small, generally speaking, it is very effective against evil spirits, a mouthful of smoke can drive them away if it can't spray their souls away. However, it was evident that the female ghost just now has a very heavy resentment, so serious that he can only force her into the air vent but can not let her leave; that is the grudge that is persistent and tricky.

　　Pushing open his door, Fei Wu left the living room of the long-haired red woman. Draped with long curly hair, Vicky looked focused on lying on the sofa. Le Wenzhou, the person rolled up in the blanket, sleeps very well. Vicky sternly Fei Wu a glance noiselessly walked back to the guest room; the only difference between her and that female ghost is that she wears a red dress.

　　Fei Wu looked at Le Wenzhou, who was still sleeping in the sky; this guy is a classic character, tall, thin, but sturdy; probably because of his looks, it's easy to stir up women's protective desire. Fei Wu looked at the man and laughed lowly twice, Le Wenzhou had better beg God every day to bless that his girlfriend must not die earlier than him, otherwise, there must be one more one following his back.

　　***

　　The words are divided into two ends, Fei Wu who smokes lets Le Wenzhou live a few days of peace, but only for a few days; his psychic programme continues to produce broadcasting, and the ratings are still high.

　　"Wenzhou ...... you promised to let me go out on location!" Lily stepped on extremely high, thin heels and rubbed her whole body against Le Wenzhou. She was a recently risen hostess determined to become as popular as Vicky and always thought appearing on Le Wenzhou's programme would significantly enhance her popularity. Just ask, what man wouldn't like to see a scantily clad beauty shrieking in a haunted house?

　　"Lily, I told you that all my programmes are for real, it's dangerous!" Le Wenzhou didn't have a good temper. Every time they went out on location, the production team risked their lives to film, and every time they came back with injuries.

　　"Wenzhou, you're so funny! There are no ghosts in this world." Lily smiled so sweetly that her red lips were almost close to Le Wenzhou's mouth.

　　Le Wenzhou didn't know where to put his hands and didn't dare to push her away. When Lily was about to get her way, she suddenly leaned back and almost fell.

　　"Who pulled my hair? Lily exclaimed. Le Wenzhou waved his hand innocently. Although there were many people in the studio, Le Wenzhou was the only one closest to her, and that person would not dare to be so rude to a girl.

　　Lily stared wide-eyed, looking left and right, looking on guard. She knew that there was always a lot of rivalry in the showbiz industry, and there must have been someone who saw that she was getting popular and was not willing to do so, so they intentionally tried to scare her. The most likely one was Vicky, a woman known for her jealousy, who was close to pulling a chain to keep her boyfriend by her side. Her hair tightened slightly, and Lily reached out with a sneer.

　　"Who is it?" Lily's sneer suddenly rose to a scream, and she caught the hand pulling her hair, but it was only the pale hand.

　　Le Wenzhou was stunned, a white hand appeared out of nowhere and pulled Lily's long hair. On the one hand, he kept reminding himself that he should pull his legs out and run now; on the other hand, he felt that he shouldn't be so unrighteous.

　　People are often impulsive, and Le Wenzhou is mainly the kind who doesn't use his brain too much. By the time he realised what he was doing, he was already holding Lily with one hand and grabbing the arm that appeared out of thin air with the other, trying to tear them apart.

　　「Wenzhou-」 Lily kept screaming miserably, her scalp almost letting that hand pull her apart; the rest of the people all rushed over but let the scene scare them so much that they didn't dare to move.

　　Suddenly, the five fingers of that miserable white hand loosened, and the broken strands of hair scattered all over the place. As soon as Le Wenzhou saw that hand reduce, he naturally wanted to take Lily away, but he didn't know that once he turned around, he would be the one who couldn't move.

　　"Senior ......" Ao Yi Xin's scared white face stared at Le Wenzhou. The latter looked down; that wide-eyed, cracked-mouthed, smiling woman was hugging his thighs.

　　Vicky was carefully applying mascara; Le Wenzhou's screams almost didn't make her mascara on her eyebrows; she drew a piece of tissue paper and wiped it off, and with unrelenting anger, she planned to rush to the studio to scream, but suddenly a silhouette walked behind her, Vicky paused, and from her reflection in the make-up mirror she saw that it was a woman, a woman with white clothes and long hair.

　　She bristled at the sight of a woman, a woman in white with long hair. The studio's dressing room was always full of people, especially when it was a psychic programme of this kind, so one or two ghostly figures could be expected to walk by, and Vicky stomped on her heels and turned her head to leave.

　　"I won't lose to you ......" came from somewhere, and Vicky jerked back. There was no one in the dressing room, but all the cupboard doors and drawers were open, and not surprisingly, there was another scream.