In the house, only me and this Miss Mo were left.

She lifted her hand, lifted the beaded curtain, and walked over to me.

I looked at her, her head was combed in a bun, with a blue sway diagonally inserted in the bun, and she was wearing a pale pink brocade dress, only with a slight powder, giving people an indescribable beauty of beauty and tranquility.

Her watery eyes stared at me, as if surprised.

"You're a soul exorcist?" She looked at me for a moment, then asked again.

"Well, my master is, I'm not." I said it truthfully.

"Really?" She pursed her lips and smiled at me, showing tenderness.

However, there was obvious exhaustion in this smile, as if he was not in good spirits.

"Sit, girl." Miss Mo politely asked me to sit down, and also made me a cup of tea, without the slightest official lady's shelf.

"Thank you, Miss Mo." I listened as she sat down and took a sip of tea.

And this Miss Mo stood at the round table in a trance, and she didn't mean to sit down, looking out the window.

But the window was closed, and she couldn't see anything.

"Miss Mo?" I called out to her.

She came back to her senses in a trance, but still didn't sit down.

"Miss Mo, don't worry, tonight, the tortoiseshell will be removed, and you don't have to worry about it anymore." I originally wanted to appease Miss Mo, but after Miss Mo heard this, her shoulders trembled suddenly.

Then he grabbed my arm and asked excitedly, "Master wants to kill him?" ”

"Sir? Isn't that Miss Mo, your father? I looked at her suspiciously, where did anyone call her dad that?

"Anyway, did you decide to kill him tonight?" Miss Mo's emotions were still excited.

I hurriedly stood up and pulled Miss Mo to sit down and let her calm down.

Looking at her overreaction, I always wondered, is there something else going on here?

And when I took Miss Mo's hand, I was stunned again, because Miss Mo's hands were actually very rough, these hands were not like the hands of an official lady, just like the hands of a maid doing rough work.

"You? Not Miss Mo? I looked at her and asked tentatively.

She immediately withdrew her hand, and as soon as I saw the panic in her eyes, I knew I had guessed it.

"What the hell is going on? What about you Miss Mo? I asked, staring at her.

She pursed her lips and didn't speak, one hand still twisting her brocade sleeve.

"You don't seem to want that tortoiseshell dead?" I digressed from the subject.

She pursed her lips, her expression was anxious, but she didn't speak, and I was a little anxious to see it.

"Do you want us to get rid of the tortoiseshell, or do you not want to?" I sat face to face with her, just waiting for her to speak.

"He, he, he's not bad, he's not a demon." The girl finally spoke, but timidly, with a tremor in her voice.

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

Her lips quivered, and she was silent for a long time.

"Well, tell me who you are." Seeing that she was so nervous, I had to ask her identity first.

She raised her frightened eyes, looked at me for a long time, pursed her lips and said, "Chun Tao, I was originally Miss Mo's rough maid. ”

"That Chun Tao, why have you become Miss Mo now? That's what you mean, right? "I think this is Mo Mansion, if Chun Tao wants to pretend to be Miss Mo here, it must be Lord Mo's approval, otherwise it would have been a goof.

Moreover, the previous servant said that their group of servants and maids were all newcomers, and they must have wanted to cover up the matter.

Chun Tao didn't speak, but nodded at me again and again.