After making sure that he was not dreaming, Yue Zitong thought of Xuanyuan Jue.

There is an ancient lady on Xuanyuan, and her mother said that she was fortunate to be sent by Emperor Yang, and she was also the grandmother of her mother's family surnamed Yang.

This piece of Xuanyuan, Yue Zitong didn't know how many times he played with it when he was a child, and he could imagine what it looked like with his eyes closed.

It was originally inscribed, and the face of the lady on it had long been blurred under the erosion of time.

But after being worn by Li Nannan for a period of time and throwing it away, the yin carved beauty became a yang carving, and her appearance was clearly recognizable, and before she fainted last night, she saw the white light that shot out of the bedroom door, and the woman who was distorted and elongated.

In other words, when he discovered that the ancient ladies on Xuanyuan Jue had changed from yin to yang, Yue Zitong, who was particularly curious, said that he would solve this mystery that did not conform to natural phenomena.

She didn't do this, and she didn't dare to wear it on her body, but pasted it on the back of the mirror with duct tape, pretending not to know about its existence, because she knew very well that many old objects that had been passed down for thousands of years had a certain aura.

Jade, in particular, is definitely the most spiritual of immovable objects.

According to wild history, in a certain era, the tomb of an ancient king was stolen, and when the funeral jewels were taken away, the coffin where the body was collected was also destroyed and thrown into a nearby ravine.

It was a fine golden silk nanmu, and the old farmer who knew the goods picked up the treasure, picked up the coffin board and went home, and found a carpenter to build a wardrobe.

On the night when the wardrobe was ready, the old farmer's grandson went in to play - and died inside.

The door of the wardrobe was not locked, and the grandson of the old farmer only had to stand up to open the door, but it did not open, as if something heavy was firmly pressed against the door, and all the gaps were sealed, causing the child to suffocate inside.

The inside of the wardrobe was surrounded by bloody scratches.

The supernatural events recorded in the wild history are not necessarily real.

However, no one can deny that there are some unscientific events that cannot be explained by science.

And it's better not to try to unravel unscientific events, or you'll suffer an inexplicable disaster.

It was with this concept in mind that Yue Zitong forcibly suppressed her curiosity and hid Xuanyuan Jue behind the mirror.

These days, Yue Zitong has almost forgotten the existence of Xuanyuan Jue.

Xuanyuan Jue, but he didn't forget her, and when she was about to be strangled to death by the ghost claws, she suddenly turned into a white light, and lightning shot out, startling away the ghost claws.

The woman who was pulled into a line in the white light was the ancient lady on Xuanyuan Jue.

Now, the ancient ladies are still quietly attached to Xuanyuan, looking up at a forty-five degree angle.

Staring at the lady on Xuanyuan, he didn't know how long it was, and he didn't even know what he was thinking, until a flute sounded in the distance, and Yue Zitong realized that Tianguang had already looked at it.

The golden morning sun spilled in from the window, reflecting on the Xuanyuan in the palm of her hand.

The hand trembled slightly, and the color immediately flowed, and the lady in ancient costume seemed to be alive and wanted to walk down from above.

Yue Zitong was not mentally ready to greet her - he hurriedly clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and whispered, "Don't worry, there are some things that I won't tell anyone." ”

In fact, even if she preached all over the world, saying that she was locked by the ghost claws last night and was about to suffocate to death, the ancient lady on Xuanyuan Jue suddenly turned into a white light and saved her, who would believe it?

After putting Xuanyuan Jue on the back of the mirror again, after it was settled, Yue Zitong sat on the edge of the bed, looked outside for a while, and when he was about to take a bath, he thought of something.

Li Nannan was self-inflicted by evil qi entering his body, so what about Helan Xiaoxin?

Her sexual orientation suddenly had a problem, was it influenced by Xuanyuan Jue?

A normal woman, after suddenly becoming evil, is definitely not all at once, and there must be a process of transformation.

If you want to know when Helan Xiaoxin became interested in women, then it is best to go to her room to have a look.

Helan Xiaoxin's room is the one where her mother-in-law used to live.

However, since Helan Xiaoxin moved in, she paid for it at her own expense, redecorated it, and replaced all the furniture with one that matched her identity.

To put it simply, it's luxury.

When someone spends their own money to decorate their own house and replace it with higher-end furniture, Yue Zitong will not interfere.

As soon as I opened the door with the spare key, a ripe musk smell of the hidden factor came to my face.

This kind of aura that Helan Xiaoxin indulges in is exactly what Yue Zitong doesn't want to see the most, so he hardly comes to her room usually.

If it weren't for wanting to find out some answers, Yue Zitong wouldn't bother to come in.

The room was a mess.

Facts have proved that all the graceful and noble single women outside, their private space is often a mess, like black silk, small pieces of cloth with three points, and each pair of high heels worth more than 10,000 yuan, thrown away casually.

On the couch, at the foot of the bed, and even on the floor, it's all these things.

Of course, Mr. Yue would not be stupid enough to clean up these messes for her, lest she find out that someone had come to her house after she came back.

Taking off his shoes outside the door, Yue Zitong walked in slowly, his eyes glaring around, trying to find a place where he could hide his secret.

Didn't find it.

Okay, let's start with the bedside table, anyway, that's all there is to the furniture in the room.

The drawer was also a mess, cigarettes, lighters, lipstick, and a black thread.

Two fingers pinched the black silk, and when Yue Zitong was about to put it aside, he stopped again, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he dragged the black silk with both hands, observing his heels.

A few days ago, Yue Zitong went to the bank of the Yellow River to inspect the work, and accidentally crooked his right foot, his shoes fell off, and the black silk stepped on the ground, which was scratched by a small stone.

It's a trivial thing, and when you put on your shoes, you can't see the broken spots.

But the careful Min Rou, in order to prevent Mr. Yue from wearing a broken black silk and affecting his emotions during the inspection work, took out the needle and thread from the spare treasure box in the car, respectfully invited Mr. Yue to get into the car, and sewed it for her.

Min Rou was careful, but Yue Zitong felt that it was unnecessary and urged her to hurry up.

When Min Rou cut the black thread, she left behind a thread about five centimeters long.

Kaihuang Group's current fist product is Xianmei stockings, taking the high-end route, the most expensive style is more than 200 yuan a pair, as the company's boss Yue Zitong, of course, to wear this kind of high-end goods.

But no matter how high-end it is, she won't continue to wear out the black silk, so when she gets home, she takes it off and throws it in the wastebasket to be thrown away as garbage.

She remembered very well that the new sister was sitting next to her at that time, and when she saw her throwing black silk, she scolded her for being a waste.

Who threw the garbage out that day, Yue Zitong forgot.

It doesn't matter.

The important thing is that Yue Zitong found this black silk in Helan Xiaoxin's drawer.

The barely visible black thread is the most powerful proof of this.

If this is Li's scumbag's house, and he saw the black silk that Aunt Ben wore in his drawer, it would be normal, after all, there are many men with dirty thoughts who have this kind of quirk.

But is Helan Xiaoxin a man?

How could she steal this old black silk and take it out of the garbage back to her house.

Why use it?

But don't say that the new sister who didn't look at it when she bought a pair of shoes was less than 10,000 yuan, has a fine tradition of hard work and simplicity, and picking up this black silk is to wear it herself.

Why use it?

When Yue Zitong asked this question for the second time, he put the black silk under his nose, only sniffed it, and threw it out like an electric shock.

Women are the most sensitive to women's smells, just like when a man smells the smell of Bath disinfectant, he will suspect that someone is masturbating nearby.

Yue Zitong's face suddenly turned red, and when he scolded the fox in a low voice, his stomach began to churn.

But I have to endure it.

The appearance of this black silk strongly proves that Helan Xiaoxin's sexual orientation is indeed problematic.

She likes women, but she may still like men, who are bisexual.

Yue Zitong sneaked in to find out when Helan Xiaoxin changed.

There were cigarettes in the drawer, and a small bottle of white powder.

After picking out a little with his fingernails, putting it on the tip of his tongue and clicking his mouth slightly, Yue Zitong knew that it was a drug.

When she was in the national security, she was trained to identify drugs.

Although when she was training at that time, she was full of attention to Helan Fusu, no matter what she learned, she was at a half-baked level, but it was enough to distinguish that this was a drug.

For Helan Xiaoxin's drug use, she didn't think there was anything strange.

A woman who has suffered an unhappy marriage is empty, lonely and cold when she is not accompanied by a man, so it is normal to find some comfort from drugs.

Yue Zitong was not interested in drugs, but when he put the small bottle aside, he suddenly thought, should I taste it?

As soon as this terrible thought took off, she was startled, and quickly shook her head and lit a cigarette, only to suppress the urge to give it a try.

The more he searched, the darker Yue Zitong's face became.

The few underwear she wore actually appeared under Helan Xiaoxin's pillow, accompanied by several exquisite European and American pictorial magazines.

If you don't scold the fox a few times, it will be difficult to calm the shame and anger in your heart.

However, when she found some electric products at the bottom of the large wardrobe, she didn't think these were things.

"Alas. New sister, you have gone astray. How can I save you? ”

After Youyou sighed, Yue Zitong's shame and anger at being molested by Helan Xiaoxin eased a lot.

It is very pitiful for Helan Xiaoxin, who is so proud and noble, to be like this, in fact, when she does those things, she also feels a strong sense of guilt, and wants to control herself, but she can't control it.

Yue Zitong, who thought he knew his new sister very well, finally searched for a diary at the bottom of the big wardrobe.

With the popularity of electronic products, few people use notebooks to keep a diary.

In everyone's diary, she basically records her truest side.

"Hopefully, I can find the reason for your change and help you get back on track."

Yue Zitong sat on the rattan chair on the balcony and opened the diary.

The date on the first sheet in the diary is the day Helan Xiaoxin came to Qingshan.

It seems that in this book, only everything that happened after she came to Qingshan.

On a certain day of a certain month, the weather turned cloudy, and at half past eight in the morning, I and Uncle Yue Lincheng, accompanied by several leaders of Qingshan, walked into the headquarters building of Kaihuang Group.

Sometimes, I have to admire my little sister, who has a unique vision in terms of employing people, which is difficult for me to achieve.

Who would have thought that when she was in prison in Mexico, and everyone who knew her in the country was busy dissociating themselves from her, Min Rou was waiting for her alone.

Therefore, I think the name of this diary should be Min Rou.