Y'lisabet turned her head and looked at the empty floor. For a moment, Yan Huang could not see her expression clearly.
The pair of bare feet had disappeared as soon as they entered the door. It was impossible for anyone to hide in the depths of the house in such a short time. At least, Yan Huang should have been able to hear the hurried footsteps. However, even the air in the house was stagnant. Only when they entered did they suddenly stir up a pool of stagnant water.
"... Really?" Y'lisabet replied softly, "This shouldn't be."
"What shouldn't be?" Yan Huang, who was originally worried, immediately asked. If the other party was not a psychic, she would not have mentioned that she saw a pair of feet under the curtain. Because even if the other party was a fake psychic, he would not dare to say that "people who see ghosts are mentally ill." From this point of view, Y'lisabet had to protect her reputation.
"I'm surprised that you actually saw it..." Y'lisabet shook her head and led her into the house. She sat down at a dining table. "But I'm even more surprised that you saw it in a place where it rarely goes."
"What did I see?"
Y'lisabet thought for a moment and said, "There are many things that ordinary people are better off not knowing."
"Do you know what that pair of feet... is?"
"Of course." The psychic poured her a cup of tea and seemed to calm down a little. Then she smiled and said, "We are considered old friends. It will follow me wherever I move."
Is this person not a liar?
Perhaps in this game, spirits and ghosts really exist. Is that why there is a psychic?
Yan Huang found that she now had only two choices: either she began to believe that Y'lisabet could really see ghosts, or she thought that she had a serious visual illusion just now. She knew that she was mentally sound. She did see the pair of bare feet under the curtain with her own eyes. It was as real as she could see Y'lisabet and the table at that moment. If even she began to doubt herself, did that not mean that Black Friend won unconditionally?
If Y'lisabet could really be psychic...
"I'm scared." These four words almost rushed out of her mouth without thinking. It was not until her voice echoed in the room that she felt regret.
Y'lisabet was silent for a moment, pointed to the cup and said, "Drink it."
Yan Huang looked at the teacup, hesitated for a second, and drank the half-warm tea. "Here you go." She pushed the cup of tea back to him and decided not to say another word. She still didn't quite believe that Y'lisabet really had spiritual powers. If she did, then let her see it through the tea leaves.
"You believe that someone wants to harm you, and the danger … comes from a place that should be safe."
Yes, home was supposed to be a safe place. Yan Huang's heart skipped a beat. He looked at Y'lisabet who was holding up her cup and said slowly, "It looks like it's your house? Yes, you want to take action, but … you are held back by some reason. "
Action? She had made up her mind to prove that she was not insane at the neighborhood party, but she was not held back by anything. Her husband wanted to harm her, so she had to fight back. How could she have any misgivings?
Was she making it up? Her words were ambiguous, and she had revealed a lot of information. Perhaps it was enough for her to weave an excuse.
Y'lisabet was obviously very sharp. She glanced at Yan Huang and seemed to have noticed that her words did not immediately catch Yan Huang. She frowned slightly. Yan Huang could not help but touch her face, probably because of some expression on her face.
"Oh," Y'lisabet looked down at the cup and said, "I see something new again … Your marriage is about to encounter a very major change. No, perhaps it has already begun."
If Yan Huang's confidence was a pointer, then it was now slightly tilted towards Y'lisabet. Even if she was just blindly guessing, her guess was quite accurate.
"I can continue to show you," Y'lisabet put down her cup and said, "But …"
She was going to collect money. Yan Huang immediately reached for her trouser pocket. Of course, she knew that it was just an act. She could not find her wallet for a long time, and all her money had to go through the hands of Black Punk. She said that she forgot to bring it and asked Y'lisabet to find him.
"I'm not going to collect money." Y'lisabet's words stopped her. "Because I'm afraid you won't like what I'm about to say, and you might not believe it. I only hope that when you encounter a setback, you can remember my warning to you … When the time comes, if you believe me, you can look for me again. "
Yan Huang raised her eyebrows and could not help but lean forward, "What? Will something bad happen? "
"Your opponent will gain a small victory in a certain aspect." Y'lisabet put down her cup and said with a solemn expression, "You can't prove that some of the things he said about you are false."
Yan Huang felt her heart suddenly sink. What does this mean? Before the tea party even started, she wanted to prove that Black Punk had been lying and that she was mentally sound, but Y'lisabet had already sentenced her to death? How did Y'lisabet know what she was planning to do?
Out of nowhere, a surge of anger made Yan Huang jump to his feet. She was almost fooled. How could she believe Y'lisabet? If this psychic was really capable, would she have been reduced to freeloading in this building? Although she could not explain those feet, she could not explain how Y'lisabet knew what she was trying to do. However, a liar always had a few tricks.
She was absolutely unwilling to give up before the operation had even begun. Besides, no matter how she looked at her plan, it did not seem to have any problems.
"Then I'll wait and see." Yan Huang suppressed the urge to turn around and leave. She sat down again, "You said that I can't prove it, but do you have a way?"
Y'lisabet shook her head as if she had a card up her sleeve. "You still have doubts about my ability now," she said in a tone that seemed to understand. Her amber eyes looked very sincere. "I don't blame you because I have never shown my ability to neighbors. But when my prediction really comes true, I hope you can have a little faith in me then. "
Yan Huang looked at her blankly and asked, "That … That's it?"
"Yes. Before you believe me, I can't help you. "Y'lisabet sighed regretfully.
Yan Huang was about to believe her until Y'lisabet looked at the time, went into the kitchen and put the box of lunch into the microwave. It was this action that poured a bucket of cold water over her head.
If Y'lisabet could really see everything from the tea leaves, how could she not be suspicious about the lunch? The conversation between the two of them had clearly hinted that the opponent who wanted to harm her was Hei Peng. The food came from her house and she refused to eat it. It was obvious who made it. How could Y'lisabet dare to eat it?
This psychic probably used her expression and the information revealed in her words to come up with an excuse. She probably had no idea about the essence of the problem. If Lin Sanjiu's confidence was damaged, there would naturally be a problem with her performance. When there was a problem, she would panic and look for Y'lisabet for help. Then, the latter would be able to demand an exorbitant price.
Lin Sanjiu didn't expect this kind-hearted person to be so scheming.
For the next half an hour, Yan Huang felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. She chatted casually until her neighbors finally arrived. It was obvious that the neighbors were the same as her. It was their first time visiting Y'lisabet's house. When they entered the house, all of them had the same expression — surprise, nervousness, and a little resistance.
Anyone would feel uncomfortable seeing such a ghostly house.
Despite Y'lisabet's ominous warning, Yan Huang felt that she had behaved impeccably. Yes, she had been bedridden for a long time because she had a fever on and off. The fever made her a little confused. She felt much better now that she could come out for a breath of fresh air and chat with everyone. Li Er and Jessica were going to have their final exams soon, right? How was Aibi's boyfriend? Pink was going to be in primary school soon, right?
One set of gossip after another went back and forth in her mouth. She couldn't deny that she was bedridden, nor could she say that she had recovered from her mental problems, so she only slightly modified Black Friend's story. She remembered the principle of asking more questions and talking less about herself. She behaved in an orderly and natural manner. Even though the neighbors were a little nervous when they first saw her, they laughed a lot later. When someone asked her about her daily life, she also gave them her carefully thought out answer. "I do housework, clean, read … I search for job ads on the Internet, and the day will pass quickly."
"Are you looking for a job?" Miss Chen asked.
"Yes," Yan Huang said with a smile. "I'm still sorting out my resume."
"Very successful," she said to herself as she went to the bathroom. She was half proud and half relaxed. Even if one conversation couldn't completely erase the shadow of Black Friend's lies, at least it gave the neighbors the impression that she was sane. With a good start, the rest would be easier.
She washed her hands and was about to open the door when she heard the two university students whispering in the corridor outside.
"It's a little scary." The voice belonged to Jessica. It was hoarse and sounded like she was holding phlegm. "It's my first time being so close to something so serious …"
"What's so serious?"
"I thought Ah Hei was exaggerating," Li Er replied softly. "I didn't expect … Why didn't he send Huang to the hospital?"
Yan Huang gripped the doorknob tightly. She felt the world was spinning.
Why? What was wrong with her behavior? Did she say something wrong?
Wasn't her response appropriate enough? Wasn't it in line with social norms?
Y'lisabet was right after all …
Yan Huang raised her head. For the first time, she felt that the psychic might be her glimmer of hope.
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