The rest is a pathway paved with only two people side by side, surrounded by bushes that are too inaccessible to vehicles.

The driver of the Su family stopped the car, rubbed the cold particles on his arm, and turned around and asked, "Miss, it's here." ”

This Mr. Jiang is such a weirdo! Obviously, his family has a lot of money, and he can choose the western-style buildings in the entire Shanghai City, but he has to live in such an old mansion that has a history of unknown years and how many people have died.

Just driving through this narrow forest, he felt a chill running from the soles of his feet all the way to the Heavenly Spirit Cover, as if something invisible was blowing on him.

Whew-

He shuddered and shook his lips, "Miss, why don't we go back?" Mr. Jiang, does he really live here? I haven't heard of it, and besides, there is not even a human shadow in this place, it looks like a haunted house......"

"Okay," Su Kui interrupted him, pushed the car door and got out of the car, and said, "You go back first, and tell my father not to worry about my safety." ”

With that, he threw the car door shut, turned around and walked down the asphalt road, stepping on the gravel path, and walking towards the gloomy old house without looking back.

The water around the house is murmuring, and the humidity is even worse.

The driver was so shocked that his head was sweating, he jumped out of the car and shouted a few words, seeing that Su Kui was gone, he decided to wait in the car for half an hour, and if there was no one in the house, he would take the young lady back.

Although this place is gloomy and frighteningly tight, he takes the salary of the Su family, and if something happens to the pearl of Su Dashuai's palm, his family can't afford to pay for it.

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Su Kui came out in a hurry, wearing only a lotus-blue dark cheongsam on his body, and a lotus-colored shoulder on the outside. The bunch of letters and the like sent by Jiang Liwei were all held in her hands, and she blamed this body for being too weak, and she was stepping on medium-heeled leather shoes. Walking to the door of the old house, his calves were already swelling and sore.

She took the letter in her hand and raised her hand to clasp the brass ring on the door.

"Tuk-tuk-"

After a few sounds, Su Kui waited quietly for a moment, but no one answered behind the door. She raised her eyebrows, Jiang Liwei would not give her the wrong address, so, what is the trouble now?

Or did his own quirks infect the people in the house? Living in a shallow way, living alone?

After a few more knocks, there was still no one. She pursed her lips and pushed it slightly, and the door creaked open.

Su Kui was stunned, with Jiang Li's identity, there must be a lot of enemies. Unexpectedly, he was so big that he didn't even look for a janitor, and I don't know if he was too conceited, or he didn't care about life and death at all.

Pushing the door and stepping into the threshold, Su Kui saw a rocking chair outside the gatehouse next to him, and realized that there was still a doorman in this house.

It's just that this doorman—

A silver-haired man, with a rickety waist, skin like the bark of an old tree that has lost moisture and is dying of death, dressed in a silver-gray gown and a black horse coat on the outside, is napping on the chaise longue.

Su Kui's knock on the door was so loud, but looking at the old man's appearance, he was still dozing off with the small pitiful piece of sunshine above his head.

Su Kui smiled slightly, didn't bother, and walked over to the old man with his hands and feet.

In the monarchy's time, this mansion was at least an official's house. Inside the pavilions, winding paths are secluded. Although because of historical reasons, these buildings are covered with an old veil.

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