Chapter 150 The First Seven Soul Nights

Sister Juan looked troubled and hesitated to speak. She glanced outside with some fear, as if she was worried about something.

"If you really want to go out, don't take the elevator, always take the stairs."

After holding it in for a long time, she still didn't tell the real reason.

"What happened to the elevator?"

"Yeah, why can't we take the elevator?" Shi Jingyuan also came over to join in the fun.

"That elevator is too old and may malfunction. No one will repair it at night. Wouldn't it be bad if something goes wrong?"

Sister Juan said while thinking.

"Anyway, just take the stairs. Don't go wrong and run upstairs!"

"How could this be the wrong place? Can't you tell the difference between upstairs and downstairs?" After hearing this, Shi Jingyuan laughed directly and approached Sister Juan obscenely, "Sister Juan, are you telling us a joke?"

"I'm serious, please don't take it seriously!" Sister Juan distanced herself from Shi Jingyuan in disgust and said with a serious expression.

"Sister Juan, thank you for your kindness. However, if you tell us what day it is today, we will know what we need to pay attention to."

Sister Juan hesitated for a while, then lowered her voice and said hesitantly: "There is an old lady upstairs who just passed away. Today is her seventh birthday."

The first seven?

According to legend, after a person dies, his soul will go home on the seventh day and see the world for the last time. This day is called the first seventh day.

Family members should prepare a meal for the ghosts on this day, and then they must avoid being seen by the ghosts, otherwise something bad will happen.

Outsiders need to be avoided even more.

The first seven, seven days.

Could it be that the old lady who died on the fourth floor was the one in the live broadcast prompt?

"Hey, these are all feudal superstitions! Sister Juan, don't be afraid, Brother Shi is here and I will protect you! If you can't sleep alone tonight, Brother Shi will accompany you!" Shi Jingyuan chuckled.

Sister Juan's face was dark and it was hard to get angry.

"Thank you, Sister Juan, I understand." I nodded to Sister Juan, opened the door and walked out.

"Brother Li, come back soon, I'll wait for you to drink!"

Shi Jingyuan's voice came from behind. I ignored it and turned around and went to the stairwell.

The narrow corridor was pitch dark. I turned on the flashlight, looked around, and then quietly went up to the fourth floor.

Standing at the entrance of the corridor, looking out cautiously.

In the dim corridor, flickering lights flickered, accompanied by soft sobs.

The young woman in a plain skirt squatted at the door of the house with a white paper on the door, burning yellow paper in a brazier and wiping her eyes with her hands from time to time.

The sobs came from her mouth, but there was not much sadness in her expression, but she looked worried.

"Qianmei, don't cry. We have done what we should do. Come in, it's getting late." A man walked out of the door and put his arm around his wife's shoulders.

He was the man in the suit before, this young woman's husband, but he changed into a homely white T-shirt after returning home.

He was ordinary-looking, and his eyes were full of distress for his wife.

"Qiangzi, tell me if she knows how to..." The young woman threw all the remaining yellow paper in her hand into the brazier, and the dancing firelight made her expression even more gloomy and uncertain.

"No, you are overthinking." The man comforted, "No matter what mom did during her lifetime, she did it for our good, and it will be the same after her death."

The young woman said nothing, as if she didn't agree with the man's words, but she didn't refute him.

After watching all the yellow paper in the brazier turn to ashes, he stood up with the man and prepared to go back to the house.

At this time, the door of Room 1 on the other side of the corridor opened, and the woman with heavy makeup on the small card walked out slowly.

I was a little surprised.

Isn't Room 1 the tall man's home? Was she called by a man to serve?

"Who are you scaring if you burn paper money here at night?" She seemed very angry when she saw the brazier at the door of the house over there.

"Sister Zhen, don't be angry. You also know that my mother just passed away. Today is her first birthday. Let's burn some paper for her and she will be fine soon." The man explained apologetically.

"Your mother is dead, but it's not my mother who is dead. It's bad luck to take it home and burn it!" Sister Zhen fanned the air with her hand, looking disgusted.

"Sorry, we'll take it away right away." The man Nuonuo apologized and used his hands to hold the brazier on the ground, but he forgot that the flames had just burned out and he flinched because he was burned.

With a clang, the brazier fell to the ground, and the ashes of the yellow paper were scattered all over the corridor.

"Chen Daqiang, you did it on purpose, right? You're afraid that other people's homes won't be affected by your bad luck, right? Clean the corridor immediately!" Sister Zhen stabbed her waist aggressively.

"Hey, Jin Yuzhen, please be more polite!" The young woman named Qianmei couldn't stand it any longer. She frowned and said loudly, "What does it have to do with you that we are burning paper in front of our house? What qualifications do you have to point fingers!"

"Your own door, the corridor is a public space, do you understand?" Sister Zhen snorted coldly, "Sun Qianmei, what's the use of pretending now! If you were not filial to the old woman during your lifetime, who will you do all this to show after your death?"

"You're talking nonsense!" Sun Qianmei's face suddenly changed color, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and her fur was about to explode.

"I took good care of her with all my heart when she was alive. I gave her good food and drink. I have a clear conscience!"

"Whether I'm talking nonsense or not, you know in your heart. If you really have a clear conscience, don't hide for the first seven days tonight." Jin Yuzhen's expression was meaningful.

"Jin Yuzhen, if you dare to talk nonsense again, don't blame me for telling you all those bad things."

"If you have the ability, just do it. Who is afraid of whom?"

Seeing that the two women were about to quarrel, Chen Daqiang quickly pulled his wife aside.

"Qianmei, it's not like you don't know who she is. What do you know about her? Stop arguing. The child is still waiting to tell a story."

"Why don't you say a word to me? What's the use of you?" Sun Qianmei glared at her husband fiercely and entered the room angrily.

"Sorry, my mother just passed away and she is not in a good mood. We are all neighbors, please be more understanding." Chen Daqiang smiled sheepishly at Jin Yuzhen.

"Da Qiang, you said you are a small boss after all. Why do you have to suffer from your wife's arrogance? That woman has such a bad temper and is yelling at you all day long. How can I be gentle like Sister Zhen?"

Sister Zhen changed her tone to a coquettish one, and with a charming smile, she twisted her waist and approached Chen Daqiang, stepping on the ashes of the yellow paper with her red hat.

"You are such a good man, I feel sad just looking at you. Please come to Sister Zhen's house someday and let me love you." She pointed at Room 1.

I was even more surprised.

She lives in Room 1?

What is the relationship between that tall man and her? She does special services. They can't be husband and wife, right?