Chapter 985 I Believe in Science, But I Really Seen a Ghost 29

Ah Zhao smiled satisfied, took a sip from the water glass, the sweetness of the nectar was just right.

Ah Zhao ordered something delicious and began to answer Sheng Hai's questions.

"What do you want to ask?"

Sheng Hai opened his mouth and closed it again.

He wanted to ask so many things that he didn't know which one to ask first.

After thinking about it, he said: "Last night, I saw ghosts. I didn't sleep all night. I also saw them during the day today. No one can see them except me."

He looked at Zhao: "I guess I'm different from others, why can I see these things? You already know the reason, right?"

Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked himself to be a teacher so early.

Ah Zhao thought for a while, and felt that this apprentice was quite smart.

She and Sheng Hai briefly introduced the innate spirit body.

After finishing speaking, Sheng Hai looked at her blankly: "So, what am I, the innate spirit body?"

Ah Zhao nodded.

Sheng Hai looked down at himself, everything was normal.

If you have to say something that is different from others, it is at most that you are a little more handsome than ordinary people.

But what kind of innate spirit body, if it is placed in the novel, it will be the exclusive configuration of the protagonist!

However, Sheng Hai thought of the male ghost with glasses last night, and the gentle female ghost in the classroom today...

#I don’t want to be the hero of this supernatural film:)#

Sheng Hai continued to ask: "Then, who are you? What does this flower shop...do?"

At this time, he certainly won't naively think that this flower shop is really just an ordinary flower shop.

"What do I do?"

Ah Zhao looked around the entire flower shop: "People like me have a title in the industry called a psychic. As for this flower shop, of course it sells flowers."

"Selling flowers?" Sheng Hai expressed doubts.

Ah Zhao nodded: "It is indeed selling flowers."

"It's just that they are not selling ordinary flowers, and the customers who buy them are not ordinary people."

Sheng Hai thought of something, he pointed to a few potted flowers beside him: "Guest, is it like this?"

"Flower spirit?" A Zhao nodded, "Yes."

Yes, including this.

Not at all.

This is Sheng Hai's understanding.

His voice was a bit rough: "Then, the one I saw last night and today is also your guest?"

Ah Zhao smiled mysteriously: "Of course, this is the most important guest."

Sheng Hai's eyes darkened.

Sheng Hai wanted to go back a little bit.

It was almost dark.

Zhang Luo doesn't work the night shift, she leaves work early, and only Ah Zhao and him are left in the shop.

"Psychic, what exactly do you do?"

A Zhao heard her question, thought for a while, and said, "Normal people, unless they are revenged by ghosts, they can't see ghosts. However, there are many undead, so it's okay to not let go of people who were alive."

She pointed to herself: "Spiritualists, as the name suggests, can communicate with spirits, communicate with the dead, convey their wishes, and even fulfill their last wishes."

Sheng Hai: "So noble?"

A Zhao glanced at him: "Of course there is a reward."

"What reward?" Sheng Hai was really curious, did he ask for a reward from a ghost?

"It depends on the individual. Some people want real money and wealth, some people want ghosts to do things for them, and some people like to collect weird things..."

"You..." Sheng Hai wanted to ask what kind of reward you want.

But the sound of wind chimes at the door interrupted him.

With the sound of wind chimes, there was also a gust of cold wind through the hall.

Sheng Hai shuddered.

He looked up, trembling with fright.