"Gandha? Are the rumors true? Does the Meng family really raise a Qiandapo? Jiang Qiao blurted out in surprise.

"Rumors? Hahaha, there are still rumors about our Meng family, hahaha. When Mrs. Meng heard Jiang Qiao's words, instead of getting angry, she laughed.

Jiang Qiao suddenly covered his mouth, feeling that he was a little speechless, and laughed awkwardly. Old Lady Meng smiled at the corner of her mouth, and said meaningfully: "Do you know what Qianda Po is? It is said that Qianda Po was originally the goddess of Lotte in Tianzhu Kingdom, living in a mirage in mid-air, transforming all day long, proud of her own alluring appearance, not drinking or eating, only living on aroma, she only loves singing and dancing in her life, and the audience loves her, hehe, what's wrong with having such a god at home? ”

Jiang Qiao was almost moved by the legend in the mouth of Mrs. Meng, yes, Qianda Po is the flying goddess on the Dunhuang painting wall, so beautiful and moving, graceful, women want to achieve such beauty, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it at home.

I don't know why, Jiang Qiao's mind came up with the figure of Meng Luan, as his name suggests, as beautiful as a bird, is it that such a stunning beauty will be born in the family dedicated to Qiandapo.

"How beautiful those Qianda women are." Jiang Qiao was immersed in his thoughts and couldn't help but sigh.

"Beauty? Hahaha! Old Mrs. Meng smiled again and looked at Jiang Qiao with interest: "Why do you want to be beautiful too?" ”

Jiang Qiao was a little embarrassed, but after thinking about it, everyone has a love for beauty, and there is nothing strange about it, so he said calmly: "Who doesn't love beauty, who doesn't want to be good-looking." I really want to see the true face of these Qiandapo, how beautiful must they be? ”

"Really?" Old Lady Meng snorted coldly.

Jiang Qiao was a little surprised by the old lady's reaction, this is their domestic immortal, why is it that she herself is disdainful and even a little disdainful?

While speaking, the two of them were already standing in front of the stairs of an old house, and the wooden stairs that winded up led to the door of the old house, and the old house emitted a faint warm light, and finally walked out of the bamboo forest, Jiang Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, she felt for the first time that the usually elegant bamboo forest was a terrifying existence.

"Where is this? How can I make a call? Jiang Qiao stood on the stairs, and the old lady behind her was already impatiently urging her to move forward quickly, so she could only climb the stairs helplessly.

Fortunately, the stairs look long, but not steep, and even at Mrs. Meng's age, she can walk on them. Maybe it's the relationship between the old house, the gap between the planks is relatively large, and walking on it will make a hoarse friction sound.

"Old lady Meng, I...

Before Jiang Qiao finished speaking, she tripped over something under her feet, and she stumbled and almost rolled down the stairs, she looked back in shock, only to find two pale ghost claws with long black nails sticking up from the cracks in the wooden planks, groping as if trying to catch the people on the stairs.

This is the Qianda Po in the mouth of Mrs. Meng?

The sudden ghost claws frightened Jiang Qiao, who was already physically and mentally exhausted, and climbed up with a rolling belt, but without climbing two steps, a pair of ghost claws stretched out from below and grabbed Jiang Qiao directly.

Jiang Qiao turned around to avoid a pair of ghost claws in front of him, but he didn't expect several pairs to appear on his side, and the stairs were full for a while

"Ah~Help~" Jiang Qiao was so frightened that he shouted for help.

Mrs. Meng stood on the stairs several floors high and looked at her with a smile, but she was not at all frightened by the situation in front of her: "Don't be afraid, it's okay to walk up a few floors, they like your eyes, shiny, and want to take them back and collect them." ”

"What? This... What the hell is this!? Jiang Qiao listened to Mrs. Meng's words, and didn't know where the courage came from, kicked the ghost claw that hooked her trouser legs, and finally got rid of the shackles, and climbed a few steps in a row.

Strange to say, the ghost claw has a limited range of extensions, and can only show its teeth and claws in the gaps of the lowest steps.

Jiang Qiao stroked his chest with palpitations, and finally couldn't help but exclaim: "These... What do these Ganda women want to do? ”

Compared with Jiang Qiao's panic, Old Lady Meng stood steadily on the half-section of the stairs, not only was she not afraid, but she even smiled nonchalantly: "They? Didn't you say that they feed on aroma, so you have the aroma they like, hahaha, do you have any desires that you want to achieve? ”

Jiang Qiao muttered to himself: "Aroma? Desire? ”

"Okay, no matter those little things, I still have something for you to help with, come here." Mrs. Meng turned around and walked calmly upstairs.

Jiang Qiao got up from the wooden plank of the stairs, patted the dust on his clothes, followed Mrs. Meng up a few steps, and suddenly stopped again, looking at Mrs. Meng who had reached the top: "Mrs. Meng, where are we going?" You... Where are you taking me? ”

"Huh. When it's time, you'll know when you come. The smiling face of the old lady Meng was hidden in the shadow of the dark clouds, and the misty moonlight revealed that little light, which made people unable to see clearly, but it was creepy.

Jiang Qiao gritted his teeth and followed hard.

Jiang Qiao stood outside the wooden door, the room was brightly lit, and Mrs. Meng stood beside her with a smile, and the darkness behind her flashed with blue and blue points of light, staring at them in the bamboo bushes reluctantly, as if she was watching and waiting for something.

Mrs. Meng pushed Jiang Qiao, who was still standing at the door and hesitated, Jiang Qiao didn't stand firm and staggered into the room. After groping in the dark for a long time, the sudden light made her eyes lose focus, and she closed her eyes and waited for a long time before she barely opened them, looking at the furnishings of the room, which should be a study or something.

In the study, there were old bookcases on both sides, the gold paint of the wood had turned black, and a huge screen curtain divided the room in two, and the old lady Meng had bypassed the screen and placed the lamp in her hand on a desk, while she sat on the carved wooden chair next to the desk, and raised her hand to the large cabinet behind the desk.

"Go, take out the contents of the top cupboard for me."

"Chestnut?" Jiang Qiao followed the direction of her finger and understood, I hadn't heard such a wordy word for a long time. Jiang Qiao hurriedly moved a chair, opened the cabinet door according to his words, looked up, and pointed out that in the rows of cabinets, there were boxes and boxes piled up in a disorderly manner, as well as dusty bamboo scrolls, which looked like they were all old things, and even some beautifully carved gold and jade, which were messy and disorderly.

'It's rich. Jiang Qiao sighed silently in his heart, these old antiques that seemed to be worth a lot of money were placed in this bookcase at random. She swallowed and looked at the top cupboard.

Compared to the other floors, the top cabinet looked lonely and empty, and it was hard to see what was placed inside the swarthy interior.

"What are you waiting for, don't take it down yet. Lives are at stake. Mrs. Meng waited impatiently and urged.

"Oh." Jiang Qiao responded, and his fingers reached into the cupboard.

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