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"Do you believe in ghosts?"
"Believe it." Xia Lan put a medicine box into the small medicine frame in her hand without changing her expression.
"Then you're not afraid?"
"It's okay." You'll get used to it after seeing it too much.
But these things she has become accustomed to, A Piao, seem to have started to look a little different from before...
Small theater one:
"Girl, I see you have amazing bones, why don't you come to our school!"
"Thank you, I have already graduated and am working. And aren't you a delivery boy?"
"Ahem, I heard that you want to continue taking the postgraduate entrance examination. How about coming to our school?"
"Why, your school's enrollment also depends on bone growth?"
Small Theater 2:
"Hey! That person actually dared to touch Lan Lan's face!" Someone looked at the stage aggrievedly.
"Senior brother, please be gentle. If you use more strength in your hands, I'm afraid this beam will collapse..."
"I haven't even touched it..."
"Brother, that was just a skit, and if we don't rush over there, the ghost might escape."
"No!"
"Yes, it definitely won't work, so we'd better hurry up..."
"I want to touch it too!" Someone jumped off the rafter and hurriedly ran towards the back of the stage. Before leaving, he didn't forget to send a message to his teammates, "Ah, what the hell, I'm kidding, you can do it alone. I believe in you!"