Through the light of the car, Chen Qingyu looked at the man in a wheelchair in horror, and his voice trembled: "Duan Yichen, why did you bring me here?"

Duan Yichen looked down at a black shadow in front of him, it was a tomb.

He said in a low voice, "I have heard that the souls of those who have died unjustly refuse to leave because they want to find the one who killed them, so they will ...... on their graves in the dead of night."

"Don't say it!" Chen Qingyu covered his ears and shouted to stop him from continuing.

In the night, her body trembled with fear.

Cold sweat broke out from his forehead.

Duan Yichen didn't look at her and continued to speak: "My mother, she has been lying here for four years, she must be very lonely and lonely. Yu'er, you used to be her daughter-in-law, she likes you very much, tonight, you are here to accompany her!"

Chen Qingyu's eyes widened: "Yichen, what are you talking about, aunt she ......"

When did Duan's mother pass away? She didn't know at all!

When she got the news that he had died in a car accident, she once went to visit Duan's mother in the house they rented, but learned that she had left at an unknown time, and there was no news since then.

Unexpectedly, it was ......

Duan Yichen's face was calm, and he muttered, "Mom, I brought the murderer who killed you, didn't you like her the most before? Tonight, you can get together." ”

Chen Qingyu was shocked, and when he came back to his senses, Duan Yichen and Qin Luoying were no longer in front of him.

When they left, she had absolutely no idea!

The surroundings were eerily quiet, and occasionally strange sounds came from afar, like ghostly voices, or like the mournful cries of women, low, far and near, sometimes floating in mid-air, sometimes lurking among the graves, eerie and terrifying.

Chen Qingyu was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground.

He knew that she was afraid of the dark, but he ruthlessly threw her in the cemetery where he barely saw her fingers!

He said that she was the murderer of Duan's mother!

No wonder, his eyes were full of hatred when he looked at her!

"Duan Yichen, you come back, I didn't kill my aunt, I want you to tell me in person what happened back then!"

However, all that answered her was the sound of weeping, and the sound of the wind like a ghostly voice......

Thinking of Duan Yichen's soulful words, a huge panic instantly hit her heart, she couldn't bear it for a while, her eyes went black, and she fainted.

When she woke up, the sky was completely bright, and the warm sunlight was falling on her body, and it was warm and coaxing.

Unable to move, she found herself wrapped in a pair of powerful arms, while she was wrapped in a black blazer.

She lay in the man's arms.

At this moment, the man was still in a wheelchair, his eyes fell on the side where the sun was rising, and the whole person was motionless.

Sensing that the person in his arms woke up, Duan Yichen let go of his hand, and Chen Qingyu turned sideways and fell directly to the ground.

She got up, but saw that the man was far away, she couldn't speak, she only felt that her heart was mixed, her nasal cavity and eye sockets were sore, her teeth were biting her lower lip tightly, and tears were forced back by her.

She looked back at the tombstone in front of her, with the words "Duan Yuyan's Tomb" engraved on it, and the photo next to her was a very beautiful woman, who was Duan Yiheng's biological mother.

She slowly knelt down in front of the tombstone.

Tears finally flowed.