Fu Xian sighed: "It was left by my grandfather. The whole yard is still the same as before his death, and has not changed. After he left, I was not willing to change it, so... I was haunted by ghosts, could it be Is it because of the tree?"
Fu Xian looked at the pagoda tree with nostalgia and reluctance in his eyes.
Ji Jing was thoughtful. It seemed that the locust tree carried important memories of Fu Xian and Grandpa.
"Not necessarily," Ji Jing comforted, "Although it is easy to attract ghosts to inhabit, you have lived here for many years, right? Since you have never been haunted by ghosts before, maybe it has nothing to do with the locust tree."
"En!" Fu Xian was a little excited, "I lived here before I was ten years old, and nothing happened."
In fact, he had considered whether it was because of the tree before. After all, the pagoda tree in the front yard is really attractive.
