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"": ""Stubborn to the last." Luo Bin shook his head.
Jiang Xiao was about to curse.
But suddenly, he felt terribly cold.
So cold that he shuddered.
"The baby's already been born... what do we do? Can we stuff it back in?"
An old woman's trembling voice rang out.
Jiang Xiao felt a chill on his arm and shivered. He turned to look.
His head buzzed, and his whole body went rigid.
"Mom?" His voice shook.
"That wasn't a baby you gave birth to. It was a ghost... a debt-collecting ghost..."
The coarse, hoarse voice came in fits and starts, as though years of old phlegm clogged the speaker's throat.
Jiang Xiao turned again and saw a wrinkled face. He could even see the window through its neck.
"A ghost!" Jiang Xiao was about to scream!
There was a talisman on the wall.
Its effect was to block sound.
Xu Lu often used this kind of talisman. It was common in feng shui, and primordial calculation had something similar.
Whatever happened at Xu Dadong's home or Liu Wen-Zhu's home actually had nothing to do with Luo Bin.
At most, the neighbors in the Old District would say there was a divine fortune-teller.
The relevant authorities would indeed dismiss it as superstition. Unless something seemed suspicious, they might come to question Luo Bin, but so long as the evidence was conclusive, none of it would have the slightest connection to him.
Thus, Jiang Xiao's screams could not be heard, and no one would hear them.
Ghosts were no longer human.
When a person died, their seven po dispersed. Only their obsessions could preserve the emotions they had felt in life.
All that remained of these two old ghosts' obsessions was their final resentment.
Their resentful qi had