"I said Master Wu, don't go any further, the old man is already in a hurry, if you continue to go like this, you are not afraid of scaring the old lady out of three long and two short." Baotian caught Zhao Zimai's eyes, hurriedly walked over to stop Wu Yuanli, pulled him to a bench and sat down, and then continued, "Lord Wu, it's important to find someone now, instead of being in a hurry here, it's better to let the brothers follow the Nanshan Hall to the Xu family to find talents." ”

"Yes, yes, little brother is right, I'll let them find someone now." Wu Yuanli knew Zhao Zimai's identity, and he was also respectful to Baotian, so he hurriedly sent someone out.

Seeing this, Sang snorted from his nose, scolded "sycophant" in a low voice, and walked outside the courtyard, crossed his arms, looked at the ruins of the old mansion of the ten thousand families, and after a while, he gently squeezed out two words in his mouth, "Interesting." ”

"What's 'interesting'?" Zhao Zimai walked out with it, his eyes wandering around the broken bricks and tiles, but he was never able to connect the depression in front of him with the word "interesting".

Sang glanced at him, "Yo, why did you become so sluggish today, hasn't Zhao Gongzi always been the most sensitive to these ghosts?" ”

Hearing him say this, Zhao Zimai was shocked, "Brother Xu said that there was a tragedy in this house, but ...... But I really didn't see any of that. ”

Sang narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Listen carefully, if the soul stays in the world for too long, there will be two results, one will become a powerful ghost as the resentment deepens, and the other will gradually fade until it disappears completely." The things in this courtyard are running out of time in the world, and you won't be able to spot them unless you listen carefully. ”

Zhao Zimai understood, so he listened with bated breath: it seemed that there was really any sound, but it was covered by the restlessness in the Xu family's courtyard, so he didn't hear it.

It was a muffled sob, in the courtyard of Wanjia, behind the half-rotten threshold, to be exact......

Zhao Zimai followed the sound and walked over, and sure enough, he saw a translucent shadow curled up there, almost merging with the threshold, if you don't look carefully, you really can't see clearly. He stumbled under his feet, then stopped, and only asked the shadow, "Who are you?" Is it from Wanjia? ”

The man turned his head slowly, but it was a thin man, who looked about the same age as Xu Chong, with a long, narrow face, a beard, ragged clothes, and a depressed appearance.

"I'm ...... Be...... Xiao Wan ......"

Zhao Zimai frowned, "Wan Wan? But I remember Xu Chong saying that his neighbor was a family of three, and there was only one child in the family, and he was still a girl. ”

The man shuddered, "She's not...... I'm ......"

As the words fell, his body suddenly floated up and flattened like a leaf, and then before Zhao Zimai could react, he threw himself at him, enveloping him in the whole person.

Zhao Zimai was defenseless, bluffed, and unconsciously called out the words "great immortal" in his mouth. But Sang didn't move, he still stood behind with his arms crossed, a smile on his face, and his eyes looked ahead, as if he was enjoying a very beautiful play.

As if a bucket of ice water was poured from his head, Zhao Zimai felt that he was covered with a stuffy and thin clothes like cicada wings, he wanted to move, but the clothes trapped him, and he slammed his head to the right front.

In the front right, there is the East Wing.

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bsp; Strangely, it was a ruined wall, but now, how could a room be raised on the ground, and there were two people in the room, a man and a woman, both leaning over the edge of a large bed, looking softly at the little swaddling clothes on the bed.

"Official, look at her, how beautiful she is, she is a beautiful embryo."

"It's all your credit, madam, if Xiaowan looks like me, it will be bad."

The infant child seemed to understand that his parents were praising him, and "giggled", which was the laughter of a baby that sounded ordinary to others, but caused another admiration from this newly married couple.

"Xiao Wan will laugh so early, she must be an extremely smart child."

"Her voice is very clear, like a lark, no, more beautiful than a lark......"

Zhao Zimai knew that what he saw now should be the Wan couple and their children, which was the same as Xu Chong said, a family of three with only one girl. However, why does the man who calls himself Wan Wan have such a memory? He was ...... Not here again.

Thinking so, Zhao Zimai glanced at Sang who was standing behind him again, and Sang raised his eyebrows at his suspicious gaze and motioned for him to continue looking.

Zhao Zimai then turned his gaze back to the house: No, Wan Wan must be there, memory will not deceive people, but he didn't find him.

Where is he?

Zhao Zimai's lips opened slightly, and he gasped: he saw it, and saw the fourth person in the room. He didn't actually hide, he was even in a very conspicuous place, but the couple's attention was all on the swaddling clothes on the bed, so they didn't even notice that there was another child and another swaddling baby on the bed.

Yes, there was another child, on the bed against the wall, who was trying to stretch out a hand from his swaddling clothes, fist by fist, as if trying to get the attention of the Wans.

But they turned a blind eye to him, even though he was close, even if he was pink, very pleasant.

"Are they twins? One died young, and only one remained? Zhao Zimai pondered, but felt that something was wrong, because looking at the appearance of the Wan couple, they should be over thirty years old, and giving birth to a pair of twins at this age should be a great joy, how can it be possible to love one child and ignore the other? This is completely counterintuitive.

Just thinking about it and wondering, Sang's voice suddenly came from behind, lazy, but seemed to have seen everything through.

"See?" It says.

"See what?" Zhao Zimai couldn't understand the meaning of his words.

"The child's appearance."

Appearance? Zhao Zimai was a little confused by what it said, and just wanted to ask again, but his heart was suddenly startled, but he unconsciously retreated a few steps backwards, his leg touched the threshold, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

Two soft tentacles poked out of the swaddling clothes, one long and long, covered with black round spots, the tips were forked, as if they could breathe, stretching and shrinking, like two brittle branches.

"Official, look, Xiaowan wants me to hug me." Mrs. Wan was pleasantly surprised, and reached out to hold the swaddling baby that had two tentacles sticking out of her arms.