She was quite beautiful, around the age of twenty-seven or twenty-eight, and at this moment, she was watching them with the typical gossip-craving face of a village elder.
Li Wenli was stunned.
Oh, could this neighbor possibly be the legendary hanged ghost?
The children had just mentioned that people who came for midnight adventures would see the hanged ghost as soon as they entered.
And wasn't it just such a coincidence that it was this place?
Li Wenli slightly curved his lips, feeling that the mystery of the haunted house had been completely unraveled.
Bai Junjun had missed the rumors of the haunting, but she was equally astonished at this suddenly emerging gossip-craving elder.
In her memory, wasn't there such a neighbor next door?
By the way… who was the neighbor next door?
Bai Junjun racked her brains, scraping through the memories of her former self, but unfortunately, her former self was too arrogant to have paid any attention to the neighbors.