There is an old photo frame placed on the incense table. This is very common in villages and towns. In order to commemorate the deceased elderly people in the family, many families will put their photos on the incense table.

but--

Unlike ordinary homes, the photo frame in Zhao Shouyin's home is actually covered with a layer of red cloth.

The red cloth obviously looked old, and it was obviously not something that was put on just for temporary outings.

The photo frame is not unusual, but covering it with red cloth makes it look a bit strange.

Sangou muttered: "What kind of trick is this?"

Before Jiang Yue could say anything to stop him, Sangou quickly pulled off the red cloth.

Jiang Yue wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

To everyone's surprise, there was nothing unusual in the photo frame.

Jiang Yue's mind suddenly revealed a green-faced and fanged evil ghost from the photo, or stretched out a ghastly hand. It didn't happen at all.

This is a very old black and white photo, so old that the photo is not only yellowed, but even the photo itself is somewhat unclear.

The photo shows a young woman, dressed in an old-era attire, with her hair in a woman's bun. She has a plump face and delicate and beautiful facial features. She is not inferior to the popular actresses today, but she is more calm and leisurely than the popular actresses, and less sexy.

The commercial aura of a popular actress exudes a unique temperament like an orchid in an empty valley.

The woman was holding a doll in her hand, and her expression seemed a little sad, but also seemed to be smiling a little.

Jiang Yue looked at it carefully for a while, but couldn't make out the difference.

Suddenly, the team member brought by Lao Han glanced at the corner of the room with his flashlight and shouted: "Who?"
Chapter completed!