Chapter 969: I believe in science, but I really saw ghost 13

He finished and looked at A Zhao: "How do you know?"
After asking himself, I feel that this problem is stupid. This is a master, an expert!
How could you not know?
A Zhao smiled softly: "Several guests, we went to the yard to talk."
She took the lead and walked back. Several people hesitated and followed her.
Walking out of the back door of the flower shop, the line of sight suddenly became bright.
A few people are bright in front of their eyes. I didn't expect that behind this little flower shop, there is still a hole in the sky.
This is a small courtyard. On the east side is a flower stand. The vines are covered with some kind of plants. They are purple flowers and the tables and chairs are placed underneath. It is obviously a good place to rest.
On the right is a glass flower house. Through the transparent walls, you can see that there are all kinds of beautiful flowers planted. Although several people in Shenghai don’t know much about flowers, they can also see that the varieties are extraordinary, and even some should not be this. Season the flowering plant.
The mysterious degree of Azhao in their hearts rose linearly.
A Zhao asked them to sit down under the flower stand and poured a cup of tea for each person.
I don't know what tea is. I only feel the smell of the nose when I drink it. The whole person is calm.
Azhao also sat down, and this slowly said: "How did I know that? Just after arriving home last night, Uncle Wang told me that there were several young children who had walked the dark alley and met the ghost wall."
A few people heard the fog, what is this uncle Wang... Who is it?
Haili asked this question.
As soon as this was said, Azhao looked at them with a smug look.
His eyes swept over several faces and finally fell on Cheng Zi and Wen Hua.
"They didn't see anyone, you two." She pointed to Cheng Zi and Wen Hua. "It should be very clear."
Cheng Zi and Wen Hua face each other and do not understand: "Clear what, we don't know what Wang uncle..."
Cheng Zi’s words suddenly stopped, and the sound seemed to be stuck.
He suddenly remembered, the two singular forum editors sent to their own pictures, the old man who jumped to the building, is the surname Wang.
Wouldn't it be what he thought?
He opened his eyes and looked at A Zhao unbelievably: "That, that uncle Wang..."
Azhao nodded: "I reminded you not to go all the way to the alley last night. You didn't listen, you bumped into something that wasn't clean. If it wasn't for Grandpa Wang, do you think that you can come out so quickly?"
number of days:"……"
other people:"……"
Wen Huayu asked: "No, I am a little confused, let me bow, so that Grandpa Wang is the ghost I saw with Cheng Zi in the alley last night... Grandpa? He is not going to harm us. But saved us?"
Azhao asked strangely: "What does he do to you?"
Her question was too natural, and several people suddenly stopped.
Still the spiritually edited short hair girl first reacted: "Is he not a ghost?"
"Does ghosts be harmless?"
Yeah, a few people think this way.
Isn't the ghost a victim?
In their constant cognition, people and ghosts have always been opposites.
A Zhaoxiao smiled and said: "Who told you that the ghost is to harm people?"
A few people said slyly: "Look at the novels."
"I have seen ghosts in my novels? Have you seen ghosts?"
A few people pondered a bit and felt that there should be no.