Lin Zhihui and Ye Anrong stepped on the creaking wooden stairs and came to the second floor of the small building.

The layout of this house is similar to that of most houses in the Republic of China. On the first floor there is a piano room, dining room, utility room and a maid's room, while on the second floor there are two bedrooms, a pachinko room with a chess room, and a study for the office.

In the study, the two did not find nothing as before, but found a Song family tree in the dusty pile of books.

"The last head of the family seems to be Song Ning. Ye Anrong looked at the family tree and pointed to the name on the last page to show Lin Zhihui.

Lin Zhihui didn't speak, his eyes fell on the name next to Song Ning, according to the genealogy, Song Ning and this person should be cousins.

"Yue is picturesque. Ye Anrong also noticed the name, subconsciously read it, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at Lin Zhihui.

Lin Zhihui nodded slightly, this is his mother's name.

"I remember you saying that no one knows where your mother came from. Ye Anrong and Yang Rong looked a little excited.

"That's a little bit of a bonus. Lin Zhihui looked at the genealogy, even if he couldn't find other clues, at least he knew that his mother and Song Ning were cousins.

"Let's look again, maybe we can still find it. Ye Anrong was encouraged, and immediately turned around and rummaged through the shelves full of files by the wall.

Lin Zhihui's mood was also a little complicated, he stood in place, looking at the furnishings in the house, and couldn't help but be stunned for a while. This place may have traces of the mother's life.

Walking to the table, Lin Zhihui picked up a book, flipped through it casually, and suddenly a photo fell from it.

He bent down and picked it up, this is a black and white group photo, the background seems to be in the snow-capped mountains in the northeast, the branches are piled with snow, in the middle of the picture, three young people wearing heavy leather coats and hats, are really smiling. Unfortunately, in view of the relatively backward photography technology at that time, the photos were very blurry, and I could only barely distinguish two men and one woman, and I couldn't see their faces clearly.

"Could this be a photo of your parents and Song Ning?" Ye Anrong walked over, looked at the photo in Lin Zhihui's hand and said curiously.

"Maybe. Lin Zhihui shrugged slightly: "I was too young at that time, and I actually didn't know what they looked like." ”

Lin Zhihui shook his head with some regret, and casually sandwiched the photo into the book, only then did he notice that Ye Anrong was holding something in his hand: "What did you find?"

"I found this thing in the mezzanine of the drawer. Ye Anrong spread out his hand, holding a small wooden box in his palm, and there was a green jade earring inside, the color was transparent, the workmanship was exquisite, and it was worth a lot of money at a glance.

"Look here. Ye Anrong pointed to the corner of the inside of the lid, where there was a text engraved on an ancient seal: "We also have a box like this at home." ”

Lin Zhihui was about to raise his hand to take it, when a creepy sound suddenly sounded in the small building.

Ye Anrong was startled and threw himself beside Lin Zhihui, and the box he was holding in his hand also fell to the ground.

At the same time, the whole small building shook violently, and the closed windows on both sides suddenly opened, and dust danced wildly in the room, rapidly rotating and converging to gradually form a blurred figure.

Soon, a half-human, half-beast, with a long tail behind him, appeared in front of the two.

Ye Anrong was so frightened that he lost his face, exclaimed, and hid behind Lin Zhihui, buried his face in his back, grabbed his arm with both hands, and trembled uncontrollably.

"Haha, I've waited so long, and finally I have two living creatures. The monster urn said angrily, and its two thick arms waved vigorously in front of it, looking down at the two of them.

Facing the hideous and terrifying monster, Lin Zhihui seemed very calm, raised his hand to protect Ye Anrong behind him, and looked at the other party with an inquiring face.

"Hmm. Although he is a little older, he is a boy and a girl, and he can barely use it. The monster scratched its head with its big hand and said in a strange voice.

"Huh. It suddenly paced a few steps in place, tilted its head to stare at Lin Zhihui, and couldn't stop muttering: "How can you have the qi of a fairy spirit on your body? No, no." The monster wrinkled its nose, sniffed hard in the air a few times, and glared at the two cowbells with big eyes: "It should be the qi of the undead, how can such an aura appear in one person at the same time." ”

Seeing that the monster was about to come over, Lin Zhihui raised his hand and waved it in front of him, and the ghost order appeared in his palm.

"Where is the monster, when you see this difference, don't retreat quickly. Lin Zhihui let out a low snort, and the ghost messenger suddenly released a gray-white brilliance.

"Haha. The monster was not only not afraid, but roared excitedly, and said with his hands dancing: "That guy is really trustworthy, and he actually sent me a ghost errand, and now I have hope of getting out." ”

As he spoke, its figure flashed, and it came to Lin Zhihui's approach, its eyes were full of fierceness, and it raised two huge fists, as if he smashed it down.

Lin Zhihui was motionless, raised his head and watched the two fists fall, the ghost order in his hand suddenly flashed and turned golden, and at the same time, a dazzling golden light erupted.

The golden light turned into a net of light, trapping the monster in it, and the monster that was fierce just now turned into a quail in an instant, without the power to resist, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Ye Anrong couldn't help but look up when he heard the sound, and when he saw the monster trapped, he couldn't help but show a look of surprise and joy.

Lin Zhihui took a step forward, lowered his eyes to look at the monster who had become a prisoner, and frowned: "Have you always lived in this place? Do you know a person named Song Ning?"

"Hmm. The monster didn't speak, but shook its head vigorously, as if trying to break free from its restraints.

Lin Zhihui still remembered what it said just now, and got closer: "You said that someone sent us all here, who is that?"

The monster still didn't say a word, only struggled desperately, and the cowbell's eyes showed a look of fear that could not be concealed.

Looking at him like that, it doesn't seem that he doesn't want to say it, but that he can't say it. Ye Anrong poked his head out from behind Lin Zhihui and reminded in a low voice.

At this time, the monster trapped in the net, its body began to tremble violently, and black blood flowed out of the seven orifices.

Lin Zhihui also sensed that something was wrong, but it was the first time he used the envoy token of the fairy world, he would only send it and not receive it, and he didn't expect it to be so powerful, and he couldn't think of a way to revoke it for a while, so he could only watch the golden light of the light net flicker, constantly eroding, and it really happened that the monster gradually stopped twitching, and finally lost its life completely.

The light network dissipated, Lin Zhihui pulled the corners of his mouth helplessly, originally thinking that he could ask some clues, but it turned out to be in vain, and he was about to speak, when he saw a light flashing in the corner of the room out of his eye.

Looking up, a painting appeared on the wall that was originally abruptly lit.