Excuse me, I'm too tired, woo woo] The following is the content of a chapter in another book, which will be revised at zero if you can.

"What does that mean?"

Ziqi frowned and looked at the leisurely little gold in the chair.

"You need to rely on his identity."

Jin yawned gracefully.

"Without knowing him, I used his identity to live like death."

"Your sudden appearance will disrupt the order of this world and be detrimental to your actions."

Ziqi: ......

Okay, reluctantly accept that.

She had to observe the corpse again, he was skinny, his face was mixed with pain and happiness, Ziqi investigated a little, and found that there was a large amount of nicotine in his body, coupled with the choking smell of smoke in the room, it could basically be concluded that the deceased was addicted to smoking before death.

Not at all at all, His Highness Purple.

"Do you know his identity?"

Ziqi narrowed her eyes, obviously dissatisfied.

"I don't know."

Xiao Jin spread his claws one by one, without prompting.

Ziqi holds her forehead, isn't this playing?

Xiao Jin conjured up a piece of paper out of thin air, "Transform into a shape, take it and learn to become his appearance." ”

Although I don't like this identity very much, Xiao Jin won't hurt her, and it's not the status of a restrained eldest lady.

Ziqi picked up the transformation decision, as a walking bug, and there was no need to practice for a second to learn.

She took on the form of a man lying on the ground, but her eyes on his corpse were particularly painful.

"What is he going to do? Is it buried? ”

Jin sighed in the form of a cat. It's funny.

He stepped out of his chair and patted the corpse and put it away.

"When you leave this world, return his body to his family."

Ziqi nodded.

There was a miasma of black smoke in the house, Ziqi didn't like it very much, drew a six-pointed star to purify, and easily destroyed all the harmful and valuable smoking utensils of the original owner.

Since it was night, Ziqi rummaged through the room directly.

She doesn't know anything about the original owner, so she can only understand the original owner by rummaging through the things in the house, otherwise she will drop her vest as soon as she goes out tomorrow.

According to the information previously learned, this is the year 1930 A.D., a turbulent era.

The furnishings in the house are not complicated, but there is the smell of money everywhere, and the original owner has a lot of books that ordinary people can't afford, and there are even expensive translations, Ziqi flipped through them, they are all stories of ghosts, and I guessed that the original owner likes to have fun.

The original owner has a lot of letters, the calligraphy is quite neat, the words are all the same, and the cultural level is good.

His friends called him Xu, and the letter he didn't send was signed by Zixu.

As for his surname, or whether Zi Xu is a table word, Zi Qi does not know.

Simply cleaned up the room, opened the window for ventilation, didn't say anything all night, and early the next morning, the maid took the initiative to go into the room to help him wash.

Ziqi refused.

What does it look like for a big man to be taken care of by a little girl?

"Young master, young grandma said that she wanted you to go over."

The little maid was stunned for a moment, didn't force it, and then reported to Ziqi.

In a word, Ziqi was scared in her heart.

What's that? The original owner also married a daughter-in-law?

Sins, sins, sins!

Ziqi's heart was like a galloping horse, and she nodded without any abnormality on her face.

After washing her face, Ziqi asked the maid, "Where is the young grandmother?" ”

"Less ......"

"Forget it, you should take me there, I'm too lazy to look for her."

Before the little maid could reply, Ziqi hurriedly pinched and interrupted her, she really didn't know the way, but this was her own home, so she couldn't go out to ask for directions, right?

The little maid nodded bewildermently.

"Young Master come with me."

Ziqi followed the little maid, the yard was not big, and it didn't take long to reach the so-called young grandmother's wing.

"Young grandma, young master is here."

The little maid shouted before she entered the door.

"Young grandma has breakfast, has the young master eaten?"

There was a flowery maid in the room, and in comparison, Ziqi's maid was a little shabby.

The maid smiled and invited Ziqi in.

"Purple Life~"

Before Ziqi entered the door, a sound of Zixu made her whole body goosebumps and tremble.

In the door, I took a look at the small dining table, and a delicate young woman who had not applied powder had just gotten up, with a moth eyebrow, a clever smile, graceful and graceful, and a pair of beautiful eyes.

Ziqi: Don't tease, I didn't take it.

The reason why the young woman is called a young woman is only because the woman is dressed up, Ziqi sees that her face is immature, and she should be just over twenty-eight years old.

Ziqi nodded stiffly, but she didn't dare to answer this sentence.

"Zixu, you haven't eaten yet, it just so happens that the kitchen is doing too much, let's eat together."

The young woman took Ziqi's arm and made him sit on the table.

Just right? Calling her over early in the morning just to eat?

Ziqi: Sin, sin, sin.

"Go and eat, you've been busy all morning."

The young woman kindly let the two maids go down, and she personally added vegetables to Ziqi and peeled eggs.

Ziqi: I have hands, thank you.

Ziqi, who eats a meal, is like sitting on pins and needles.

"Zixu, what are you going to do today?"

The young woman's eating appearance is particularly good-looking, and she chats with Ziqi while eating.

"Nothing to do."

"Yikes! What happened to Xianggong's throat? ”

Ziqi was afraid that her voice would be recognized, so she deliberately made it low and hoarse, which made the young woman startled.

"It's a little bad."

"Oops."

The young woman sighed reproachfully, "The concubine was unwell a few days ago, and it was hard for Zixu to spend the night alone, and the smoke broke her throat. ”

Ziqi: No hard work, no hard work!

Ziqi took a sip of porridge in silence.

"Xianggong~"

The young woman thought that her hint was not obvious enough, and shouted again.

Ziqi: You're cold, don't look for me in the cave.

"Young master, young grandmother, Madame calls you."

The maid outside the door interrupted the strange atmosphere, and Ziqi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Admire the moon and clean up the table, and I will go to Madame with the young master."

"Hey, okay."

The flowery maid responded to the errand with quick hands and feet, and the young woman pulled Ziqi out.

The young woman grabbed Ziqi's arm all the way, relying entirely on Ziqi's appearance, Ziqi had to find her way through her eyes, straight through a small garden, and successfully reached the front hall.

There are many wooden structures in the front hall building, and the beautiful wooden windows are antique and antique, and the overall atmosphere is atmospheric.

The living room is simply furnished, but the furniture is all high-quality wood, and the only decoration is an old painting.

"Dad, mother."

The young woman bent down slightly to give the second elder luggage.

"Xianhui, I said don't be so polite, come and sit."

The young woman was pulled aside by the woman and sat on a chair, leaving Ziqi alone embarrassed.

"Dad, mother."

Ziqi also shouted softly and did not salute, because her son should not be able to salute his elders at every turn.

"Sit down."

The original owner's father greeted him plainly.

"I called you here, I have something to explain."

The original father took a sip of tea and continued to speak earnestly. "The queen was killed, and it was already bombed last night. I wonder if the situation is going to change, you should be careful when you go out, especially Xu'er, and be cautious when interacting with people. ”

Ziqi nodded quickly in agreement, "The child knows." ”