She is indeed very cold, and she may not care about Dongzi's life or death now, but for her boss's daughter Xiaoman, who lives under the same roof, she truly treats her as a biological sister.

She doesn't know if she can retrieve the family secret alive. If so, will her father take her back? If so, Xiao Haiyue even wants to lie and hide it and live here for a while longer.

While she was imagining herself carrying her schoolbag and playing with Xiao Man to school every day, a sweet smile appeared on her lips. Suddenly a very small voice sounded in the darkness. This weird night was too quiet.

She would catch any movement. Even though the sound was very weak, it still couldn't escape her sensitive ears. It seemed to be the sound of a person, or more accurately, it seemed to be a woman's laughter. This small sound was extremely cold, as if

It was the haze from hell, and the sound hurt Nan Haiyue's young heart.

"Hmph hum... hum hum..." The laughter came again.

There was no trace of fear on Xiaoziyue's face, on the contrary, it was surprisingly calm.

The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and the Emei thorn in her hand shone coldly.

"Humph..." This evil laugh came from her. "Come out! Come out!" She shouted.

Her eyes were fixed on the old tree. The crown of the old tree was too lush. It was hard to imagine that this plant could grow so abnormally without being taken care of for so many years. Haiyue suspected that under the old tree

Some kind of fertilizer is buried.

She carefully searched around, and found that except for the drooping branches and leaves under the tree canopy, there was no pair of diaoye's feet that she had just touched with the back of her head. In fact, when people are in such a highly nervous mood, what they are afraid of is not looking at them.

When you see those scary things, even if that thing is a straight-faced man with his tongue outstretched, the fear is that you have no idea where the danger comes from.

Nan Haiyue walked around the old tree and returned to the position where she accidentally touched the Diaoye just now. At this moment, the weird sinister smile disappeared. Although she couldn't see that thing

Where is it, but I always feel that there is a pair of eyes staring at me closely, and I don't know where this thing is hidden. It seems that nothing I say or do can escape its control.

Could it be that the old cat had become a spirit? She shook her head and rejected her guess. If it was really the black cat, I'm afraid she was already in danger just now. There was no need for it to go around in circles and come back to scare her again.

I rubbed my hands and nose, and smacked it twice. It was too cold, and the mucus came out of my nose. I looked at my watch, and it was still early. It seemed that I couldn’t rush to find the thing immediately, and it was not until the time when the white-haired and yellow-skinned man appeared.

There was still an hour left. He remembered another request from his father. His father was already in his mid-thirties at that time, but despite being a descendant of the Nan family, he had never returned to his old home. As a descendant of the Nan family, it was natural for Haiyue to do so.

You should kowtow to your ancestors on behalf of your father.

Maybe my family didn't move out of the old house early, but I'm afraid that I am now being protected by a group of servants and screaming. Through the dense shade of this old tree, there are several stone steps, and on the steps are

There is a wooden door with a plaque hanging on it. The plaque is made of gloomy nanmu wood, with black characters on a red background and a line of words written in Manchu.

Nan Haiyue's Manchu language skills are no worse than Nalan Hong's. His father has always hired professional Manchu teachers for him since he was a child, so these words do not trouble her.

(All the works of the platform are being relocated. Many works of the Suspense Club cannot be updated on the new platform. The functions are being restored. I have to go through a lot of effort to update a chapter. Either the prompt fails, there is no prompt, or the update is garbled. I am helpless.
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