Chapter 969 I Believe in Science, But I Really Seen a Ghost 13

After he finished speaking, he looked at Ah Zhao again: "How do you know?"

After asking, he himself felt that the question was stupid, this is a master, an expert!

How could you not know?

Ah Zhao smiled lightly: "Guests, let's go to the yard to chat."

She got up first and walked back. They hesitated for a moment and followed her.

Walking out of the back door of the flower shop, the sight suddenly opened up.

The eyes of the few people brightened, they didn't expect that behind this small flower shop, there is actually a hidden world.

This is a small courtyard. On the east side is a flower stand, covered with vines of some kind of plant, with purple flowers in bloom. There are tables and chairs under it. It is obviously a good place to rest.

On the right is a glass greenhouse. Through the transparent wall, you can see all kinds of beautiful flowers planted inside. Although Shenghai and the others don't know much about flowers, they can see that the varieties are extraordinary, and some of them should not be this at all. Plants that should bloom in season.

A Zhao's mystery in their hearts soared.

Ah Zhao asked them to sit down under the flower stand, and poured another cup of tea for each of them.

I don't know what kind of tea it is, but it tastes tangy, and after taking a sip of tea, I feel at peace.

Ah Zhao also sat down, and then slowly said: "How do I know? Not long after I got home last night, Uncle Wang told me that some young children walked down that dark alley and encountered ghosts hitting the wall."

Several people were confused, what kind of uncle Wang... and who is it?

Hayley asked the question.

As soon as these words came out, Azhao looked at the few of them playfully.

His eyes swept over the faces of several people, and finally fell on Cheng Zi and Wen Hua.

"They haven't seen anyone, you two." She pointed to Cheng Zi and Wen Hua, "It should be very clear."

Cheng Zi and Wen Hua looked at each other in dismay, puzzled: "What do you know, we don't know any Uncle Wang..."

Cheng Zi's words stopped suddenly, his voice seemed to be stuck.

He suddenly remembered that in the pictures sent to him by the two supernatural forum editors, the old man who jumped to his death was surnamed Wang.

Wouldn't it be what he thought?

He stared wide-eyed, and looked at A Zhao in disbelief: "Then, that Uncle Wang..."

A Zhao nodded: "Last night I reminded you not to walk in the alley, but you didn't listen, because you bumped into something unclean. If it wasn't for Uncle Wang's help, do you think you could get out so quickly?"

number of days:"……"

other people:"……"

Wen Hua asked in a daze: "No, why am I a little confused, let me smooth it out, so, Uncle Wang is the ghost that Cheng Zi and I saw in the alley last night... Uncle? He didn't mean to harm us , but saved us?"

Ah Zhao asked strangely: "What did he do to you?"

She asked this question so naturally that several people were stunned for a while.

It was the supernatural editor, the girl with short hair, who reacted first: "Isn't he a ghost?"

"Aren't ghosts just harmful?"

Yes, a few people thought the same in their hearts.

Don't ghosts just want to harm people?

In their constant cognition, humans and ghosts have always been opposites.

Ah Zhao sneered: "Who told you that ghosts are meant to harm people?"

Several people said awkwardly: "I read it in a supernatural novel."

"Everyone who writes supernatural novels has seen a ghost? Have you ever seen a ghost harm someone?"

A few people pondered for a while, and felt that there should be no.