Lan Zhu'er's little face turned pale, and she stammered: "Yes, I will punish Miss." ”

Fei Rong listened to her insincere words, snorted lightly, and turned his head.

Lan Zhu'er stopped talking.

Even if she thought like that in her heart, she didn't dare to say that. What a terrible thing it is to kill one's own daughter!

But it's not impossible. She has seen it with her own eyes, and the master's favorite thing in the past is the fourth lady, doesn't she also say that she will kill it.

By the time Lan Zhu'er and Fei Rong entered the door, Mu Yueting had already changed her clothes, and she was wearing a hedge on her head, a white veil, knee-length, very thick, and she really couldn't see anything on the cover.

"Where is Miss going?" Fei Rong asked.

"Go to Gourd Lane."

Hulu Lane is a remote alley, it is said that it was prosperous in the past, but then there was a homicide, which caused a lot of trouble and was known throughout the city.

It is said that it is a family surnamed Xi, who was about to get married on that day, and there were colorful silk and festive red lanterns hanging at the door. But the night before, a family of more than 30 had been killed.

As soon as the procession reached the door, blood flowed down the steps to the feet.

Later, the weeds that grew at the door all bloomed red flowers.

Since then, no one has dared to pass through the gourd alley after dark.

It is said that every day in the middle of the night, a woman dressed in red wanders in the alley.

Her cries have also been heard.

The residents in the alley moved out one after another, and no new people dared to move in, and gradually, the original houses became empty houses, and Hulu Lane became a dead alley with no people.

Passing in the direction of Jiujia Street, halfway through, I just happened to pass the murderous mansion that had died.

The alley was deserted, and there was not a single pedestrian. The light of the sky poured into this alley, giving people a cold feeling for no reason.

The roof tiles of the house were thick with dust, and cobwebs hung in front of the door. But there was a brightly colored cluster of new chariots, hanging veils on all sides, and there was the fragrance of flowers in the distance.

It is the fragrance of rose.

The new and the shabby, the dead and the fresh, are out of place, and seem abrupt and weird.

There was a man standing in front of the sedan chair, wearing an autumn-colored gown, with a tall and sturdy figure, but he looked like he had an indescribable sense of enchantment.

As the group passed in front of the house, the man turned his head. His eyes swept over several people, stayed on Mu Yueting's hedge for a moment, and smiled at her.

Mu Yueting only felt tiny goosebumps all over her body.

The man was born with a very beautiful appearance, but it made people feel very uncomfortable.

The skin is very white, not the normal white, it is bloodless, lifeless white. The phoenix eyes are long and narrow, the eyebrows fly into the sideburns, and the lips are thin and slightly curvature, which is extremely enchanting and evil.

Lan Zhu'er lowered her head and clenched her fists, and called out in a trembling voice: "Miss." ”

The appearance of such a man in the gloomy ghost alley makes her feel that this is not a person, but more like a ghost.

Mu Yueting didn't speak, reached out and grabbed Lan Zhu'er's fist, shook it gently, and pulled her forward.

Walking out of Xu Yuan, Lan Zhu'er dared to make a sound: "Miss, that person-"

Mu Yueting shook her head at her, the sedan chair was sturdy, the roof was gorgeous, and it should have a considerable weight, but it did not carry the sedan chair.

That person can move the sedan chariot here with the strength of one person, not to mention the great strength, but I am afraid that the internal force is not shallow.

Usually people with deep inner strength have extremely bright ears and eyes, and it is very likely that what they are saying now can be heard by that person.

Lan Zhu'er swallowed the second half of her life back.

What she wanted to say was, "Miss, that person looks like a ghost." ”

After walking for a while, he estimated the range of the person's ear power, and then Fei Rong whispered: "That person is Pan Yuji, the master of the Lingxu Gate of Shaoshan. ”

The five poisons of the rivers and lakes: Sichuan Tangmen, Yunnan Lujia, Shaoshan Lingxumen, Shanxi Mozi faction, and desert thousand poisonous hands.

The ability of the Lingxu Gate to rank among the five gates is not only because of its subtle method of using poison, but also because it gathers the most poisonous things in the world. There are a large number of capable people nicknamed "centipedes", "scorpions" and "rattles" under the door, driving all kinds of poisons.

The owner of the door, Pan Yuji, is a half-human and almost demonic figure, a boy and a girl, acting ruthlessly, and his hobby of beauty is almost paranoid. On weekdays, when I go to the street, anyone who sees an ugly appearance or a little undesirable will be poisoned mercilessly.

According to the description of Pan Yuji's appearance, it is indeed very similar to the man in Fang Cai.

As long as it is a human being and not a ghost, Lan Zhu'er has nothing to fear. No matter how powerful his sect is, will he dare to provoke the Luoyang Mu family?

"That guy is terrible." Lan Zhuer said.

"Don't worry about him." Mu Yueting said: "I'll go in alone, and the two of you will wait for me here." Someone is coming, don't let him know I'm in it, and don't reveal my identity. ”

Fei Rong should be down.

Lan Zhu'er said nervously: "Miss, aren't you afraid if you go in alone?" ”

Mu Yueting smiled: "Don't be afraid." ”

She stood at the gate of a house with deep grass growing on the steps, the copper ring on the door was rusty, the vermilion paint was peeling, and it looked like it was some years old. The door was not bolted, and it opened with a slight push from the outside.

Lan Zhu'er really didn't understand why the young lady had to come to this ghostly place. Is there anyone still living in such a dilapidated house?

Mu Yueting closed the door, stepped on the slippery moss all over the ground, and walked in cautiously.

The shadow wall carved from granite on the front side was carved by wind and rain, and it was dilapidated.

Turning the shadow wall, the inside and the outside are two different scenes.

The courtyard is furnished in a variety of ways, but it is well arranged.

The pebble-paved path was sprinkled and swept clean, the green vegetables in the fields were green, the dry firewood was stacked neatly in the corner of the wall, and a few fat big white geese in the fence walked up to the sky, and when they saw the living people coming in, they fluttered their wings and screamed "quack" and "quack".

In the center of the courtyard, an old man with gray hair was sitting cross-legged on a futon and weaving a straw mat.

"Grandfather." Mu Yueting walked over, snuggled up to the old man, and called softly.

At the feet of the old man was piled up with the straw mats that had just been knitted and stacked together, and he had not had time to unfold them, holding the rush grass in his hand and continuing to intersperse, his fingers were very flexible, he took out the time and gently touched his granddaughter's head, without looking up:

"Did your father ask you to come?"

"It's not. I want to come and see my grandfather. Mu Yueting said: "There are still some things I don't understand, and I want to come and ask my grandfather." ”

"Oh," said the old man's voice, old and hoarse.

"Grandfather, father, what kind of person is he?"

As soon as the words came out, Mu Yueting was a little confused.

Her father, handsome and dashing, outstanding in martial arts, talented, upright and heroic, is the most perfect man in the world. She adored him from an early age. But overnight, the father in her heart was unrecognizable, and there was a world of difference between what her eyes saw and what her ears heard.

Everyone said that he destroyed the Jin family and that he murdered Xiao Si'er.

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