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Before he hung up, Song Nan had already arrived. Looking at the phone still in my ear and his loose home clothes, I felt my heart beat faster.

Song Nan handed me the phone and placed one hand on the door of one of the elevators. "Before I get angry..."

Song Nan didn't need to say anything. When he opened his mouth, it showed that he had already recovered his red color.

It was really useful! I think the next time I see a green elevator, if I put my hand on the elevator door and shout, "Before Song Nan gets angry," I don't know if it will work.

Song Nan had already entered the elevator. I followed him in and handed him my phone. I took a quick look and almost threw his phone away. Because the wallpaper on his phone turned out to be my photo!

In the photo, I was sitting on the bed in my pajamas, with my face held high like a fool. It must have been taken when he went into the bedroom yesterday.

Looking at the photo, the pajamas were so thin, but he didn't wear them on the inside because he wanted to sleep. Therefore, there was a clear bulge on the inside … He really wanted to die!

Song Nan took the phone from my hand, which had already become rigid, and calmly locked the screen.

I took out my cell phone. "No way, I want to take a picture for you too!"

Song Nan looked at me and chuckled. "You really are stupid. You used your phone to take pictures of ghosts. Aren't you afraid of scaring yourself?"

If he hadn't, I would have forgotten he was a ghost.

The atmosphere became a little awkward. I took back my phone and retracted the corner of the elevator to show my repentance. Next time, I had to restrain myself. I couldn't always show off my low IQ. Even if Song Nan disdains me, I also despise myself.

After returning home, Song Nan didn't even ask me why I came back so late or what had happened. It was as if I didn't exist, directly entering the study where almost no one had entered before.

Looking at the closed door of the study, I smiled helplessly.

After he finished his shower, Song Nan actually sat on the sofa in the living room. When he saw me come out, he raised his chin and said, "Are you going to shoot?"

"Huh?" Is he asking me to take a picture of him? What did he just do? Could it be that he ate some kind of pill or smeared some powder on his body, allowing him to appear in the spotlight?

Song Nan looked at my stupefied face and impatiently said, "Shoot! I've finished drawing. Once you're done, I'll tear it up!"

Only then did I see a painting on the tea table. Picking it up to take a look, I burst out laughing!

The painting was a sketch. Putting aside the content, when Song Nan drew it, he felt that it was just a photo taken of him in black and white. How incredible. As expected of a thousand-year old ghost!

The content of the painting was similar to the drawing he had made of wallpaper, except that his face had been replaced with his own. He looked especially cute with his nostrils flared. This was a scene that would have been impossible in his life or in the world of ghosts.

However, if you want to draw, then do so. If you want to draw the two protrusions on your chest without missing anything, can I take it that you did it on purpose?

I forced myself to ignore the details, afraid that he would go back on his word. I quickly took my cell phone and made it into a wallpaper. I think I can only look at my own mobile phone in the future.

After taking the picture, I rushed into the bedroom, hid it before returning to the living room. "I've already taken that picture. I'll take the copyright. You don't have the right to destroy it!"

"Oh!" Song Nan agreed and did not object, "I was just a little shy. The rest is you. Of course you have the rights."

Assi! What did he mean by "just paint your face smaller"? He grabbed the pillow in anger and smashed this shameless bastard to death!

Song Nan could have caught the pillow, but he didn't. When the pillow fell off his face, he asked me, "How did you get home today?"

"Huh? "Why are you …"

Song Nan shook his phone, "You gave me this. It's a positioning function."

Look, with a high IQ, it seems like there is no accumulation of intelligence even in the first twenty years of life.

"Song Nan, what kind of person do you think is able to force out someone's bad luck from their body?" He knows a lot, and if Key knows him, he probably knows Key.

"To be able to force out a person's bad luck, that person is definitely not human." Song Nan first corrected the mistake in my words before continuing, "To what extent did you see?"

So I told Song Nan what happened. Song Nan slightly frowned and said, "It's been so long, I only know one that can force out the bad luck in a person. And there's only one that can control it freely.

"

"Why? Is this difficult? " It doesn't feel good, does it? Didn't those fortune-tellers claim that they could dispel bad luck? And today Wu Mi also helped me clean the head of bad luck.

"Unlucky Qi exists in the entire body of water. Only by moving all the water in the body of a person and connecting them with each other can the unlucky Qi be completely expelled."

Listening to Song Nan's explanation, I understood. Even a mother monster wouldn't be able to achieve complete water circulation with a fetus.

"It looks like he's already awoken …"

As expected, Song Nan knew Key.

"Could he be one of the nine dragons?" Water easily reminded people of dragons. Furthermore, when Song Nan said that he had awoken, he felt that it was an animal …

However, Song Nan shook his head and replied, "He is not the Nine Dragons, but the Messenger of God.

"

What is a god's envoy? Good?

Of course, I definitely wouldn't say those words out loud. I just blinked my eyes at Wu Mi, letting him feel the doubt in my eyes.

"He said that he is an angel of God, but he said that he is a god's …" Song Nan paused, as if considering how to describe it, "It should be called a traitor."

Even though I had brushed my teeth, I still dug out my precious snacks from under the coffee table. I hadn't eaten for a long time because I wanted to lose weight.

Song Nan looked at my face that was filled with anticipation for the gossip. He smiled helplessly and shook his head. "There's nothing much to talk about. You should go to sleep."

I tore open a packet of potato chips, and with the speed of a lightning bolt, I stuffed a big mouthful into my mouth. "I'm already sitting in the front row with all my snacks in my arms. You have to tell me!"

"There's nothing to talk about. It's just that God created them and they betrayed them. There's really nothing much to talk about." Song Nan spoke half-heartedly but his expression was serious. This made me feel that perhaps this was the case for him. In his eyes, there were only so many things worth remembering.

I took a wet tissue and wiped my fingers slowly. "Song Nan, can I ask you a question?"

Before he could reply, I said, "I certainly won't ask you what you can't say. I know what I'm doing. I just want to know what you really think."

Song Nan nodded, "Go ahead."

I first drank a cup of water, steeled my heart, and quickly asked the question I wanted to ask.

"What do you think of me?"