Paranormal: I was killed by a ghost at the beginning, but I became a ghost king.
8 A little girl holding a doll

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The district was a little desolate, and there was a sense of deathly stillness.

"Brother, come and play next time!"

The shutter door of the garage at the side was opened, and a bald middle-aged man was sent out by a gorgeously dressed woman.

"Good! Good! I'll definitely come next time!" The middle-aged man wiped the sweat off his forehead. He was obviously exhausted.

After sending the middle-aged man off, the woman glanced at An Che, who was standing there in a daze.

"Hey, young man, do you want to wash your hair?”The woman, who felt that she had a business opportunity, approached An Che and wanted to hold his arm.

"Excuse me, where can I rent a house?”

An Che took a step back and avoided the woman's hand without changing his expression.

"Renting a house? You want to rent a house?"

"There are empty houses everywhere in this neighborhood. It's very easy to rent."

"Why don't I rent my house to you? I can even give you a discount…"

As she spoke, the woman secretly meowed at An Che.

An Che was 1.86 meters tall and had fair skin. He was obviously a handsome young man who had not experienced worldly affairs.

Thinking of this, the woman couldn't help but have some other thoughts.

"Which building is your house in?"

"Building 15."

"Then forget it!"

As he spoke, An Che walked away.

"Sister, do you have food here?”

Suddenly, a little girl's voice sounded at the door.

At some point, a dirty little girl with tattered clothes stood in front of the barbershop.

She was holding an exquisite doll in her arms. It was spotless and looked out of place with the little girl.

"Hmm?"

An Che narrowed his eyes and stopped in his tracks.

"There's, there's food. Little girl, are you hungry?”

As she spoke, the woman walked into the shop and took out two ham sausages and a piece of bread.

"Your aunt doesn't give you anything to eat. How pitiful. Why don't you come here and live with your sister?”

The little girl looked at the woman, and her eyes lit up for a moment, but they quickly went out.

"Aunt?"

An Che was stunned.

It matched. Many of the conditions matched.

The mission description mentioned a little girl in ragged clothes and a doll, as well as an aunt who occupied the house.

An Che walked forward and squatted down. He tried his best to put on a kind smile.

"Little girl, what's your name?”

The little girl's face was red and dirty.

"My name is Wu Xinxin. Who are you?”

"Wu Xinxin? So you're Old Wu's girl, and I'm your dad's old friend.”

An Che replied excitedly.

"Hey, hey, hey, you, this girl's father died of illness a few years ago. What exactly do you do?”

The woman quickly stepped forward to stop An Che, as if she suspected that he was a human trafficker.

An Che was a little surprised.

He didn't expect a woman in an indescribable industry to take such good care of a little girl.

He even stood up to protect her.

I'm really this girl's father's friend…"

An Che replied while using his Emotion Controller skill to try to weaken the woman's vigilance.

Soon, the skill took effect. The woman began to believe that An Che was the girl's father's friend.

At the same time, An Che used a skill on the little girl, but to his surprise, the skill failed.

There was some kind of supernatural power around the little girl that prevented his power from seeping in.

"This doll is really beautiful. Can I take a look at it?”

An Che's hand reached for the delicate doll in her arms, but the girl immediately hugged the doll tightly in her arms.

"This is my sister, you can't touch her!”

The little girl pouted and her attitude was very firm.

"Your sister?"

An Che was stunned.

"That's right, she's my sister. She talks to Xiao Xin every night. Let me tell you, you can't have any ideas about Xiao Xin!”

The child's innocent words sounded funny, but An Che's expression changed slightly.

He could feel it.

She was telling the truth.

This doll might really be able to talk…

After that, An Che brought the little girl for dinner and strolled around the neighborhood, playing with the girl for half the afternoon.

He also wanted to buy some toys for the girl, but the girl refused.

"Aunt will scold me, and she will give those toys to others…"

"What?" An Che frowned slightly.

The reason why he was so nice to this little girl was that she was pitiful.

More importantly, she was very similar to him.

Very similar.

His parents had both died, and his house had been occupied by his relatives.

He was once alone and helpless.

However, he was already an adult at that time, while she was still a child.

" If you were really my dad's friend, my uncle, that would be great…"

The girl suddenly said as they parted ways.

An Che was stunned.

"I'm your father's friend!"

"You're not! What's my father's name?"

An Che was stunned again.

"My dad's name is Wu Mingjie."

"Uncle! Thank you! There were still good people in this world! Little Xin is going home! You should go home early too!"

With that, the girl skipped away.

An Che was left behind with a blank expression.

There was indeed something unusual about this child.

The doll in her hand had very strong spiritual power, but the little girl had not suffered any harm until now.

"Big Brother An, why are you here?"

An Che raised his head. He didn't know when Zhao Zhen had appeared on the opposite side of the road.

"Why are you here?"

An Che was also a little surprised.

"I'm an intermediary here. What are you doing here?”

"I have something to do. By the way, do you have a house on hand?"

"House? There was! Big Brother An, do you want to rent or buy a house?”

"Are there any vacant rooms in Building 17? I want to stay for a night."

An Che didn't say the reason, but directly stated his request.

"Then come to my shop. I'll check it for you.”

As he spoke, An Che followed him into his agency's shop in the corner of the neighborhood.

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