"So, do you suspect that the medicine in Mrs. Yuan's hand was made by those Immortal Sect disciples? So what did they do when they put the medicine in their original home?" Henggu scratched his head, "Do you know what sect was chasing at that time?"

Linghua said helplessly: "I was still young at the time, although I had entered the world, I was not deep in Taoism, and I didn't know how to distinguish the true from the false, and I only had the impression of a disciple of the Immortal Sect."

"So you want to have a good relationship with Mrs. Yuan and find out what the original mansion is?" Heng Gu leaned in front of Linghua's eyes, "I'm scared to find out anything now, so don't encounter anything scary."

Linghua felt a little uneasy in her heart, but she still comforted, "No."

The steamer drove for another day, and finally arrived near Nanxiang, and the deck was full of homesick passengers, looking out at their hometown from afar.

Nanxiang is much smaller than Yuncheng, larger than Anxian County, because the river flows through here, every household in Yanhe uses the special bamboo artemisia to set up a room, from a distance to see that it floats on the water, it is very magical.

Heng Gu walked out of his chamber and knocked on Linghua's door. Linghua had already packed up, opened the door and welcomed Henggu in, and the two waited for the ship to dock together.

After another hour of travel, the ship came ashore. Linghua listened to the movement next door, and pulled Henggu and Mrs. Yuan to open the door simultaneously.

The two rooms were close to each other, and Mrs. Yuan, who was holding the child, saw the two at a glance.

"Young Master Ling, Lady Ling." Mrs. Hara called out to them.

The two of them turned back together, and Linghua nodded to Mrs. Yuan, "Mrs. Yuan." I didn't expect to be separated so soon, so take care of yourself in the days to come."

Mrs. Yuan looked at Linghua deeply: "Yes, why did you land so quickly...... By the way, I don't know what you're doing in Nanxiang?"

Linghua put the burden on his back and looked at the bright sunshine outside the deck: "Naturally, we are here to play, but we have never been to Nanxiang before, and we don't know where to live.

Mrs. Yuan's face added some hope: "Actually, I already had an idea, but I was afraid that I would rashly invite you. Mrs. Ling, I rarely have such a heart-to-heart with people, and in fact, there is no one around me to have a heart-to-heart relationship. You...... Will you stay in my old house and be my companion?"

Linghua waited for this sentence, but she was satisfied but shirked, "How can you be embarrassed to disturb? How do you explain that place?"

Mrs. Yuan didn't care: "Don't worry, no matter how partial he is, I am also his biological bloodline, and he will not interfere with me when I bring my friends home."

"That's fine, Madame Hara, I'm going to bother you these days." Linghua helped Mrs. Yuan get over her burden.

Mrs. Yuan's heart was moved: "My name is Yuan Qiuying, just call me Qiuying."

Linghua nodded: "Okay, Sister Qiuying, you can call me Linghua."

After getting off the boat, the original family came to pick them up, and the housekeeper of the original family strode forward and said "Miss", and then stopped caring about Yuan Qiuying, but just hugged Zhen'er and coaxed the child with a rattle.

Two or three servants of the original family stepped forward, listlessly called "Miss", and without waiting for Yuan Qiuying to say anything, they took away the luggage with all hands and feet, and followed the housekeeper without looking back.

"Young Master Zhen accompanied the young lady to worship the goddess, and suffered. It's a pity that you have to go every year after you are so burdened, and you can only blame your uncompetitive mother."

The original housekeeper looked to be in his forties, not tall, but quite stocky. He chattered in a weird manner, and he had walked seven or eight steps away with the child in his arms.

And Yuan Qiuying just watched and listened in place, without any reaction. Linghua secretly looked at her, only to see a numb face.

She has heard too many of these words in the past few years, and there are no longer any waves in her heart......

Heng Gu was angry, and stepped forward in two or three steps to take Zhen'er over and hold him in his arms: "Little winter melon, what are you talking about! Wasn't this child born to Mrs. Yuan? If you think she's not good, if you have the ability, you can give birth to one?"

The original housekeeper only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and the child fell into the hands of this menacing young man. The butler was taken aback and shouted, "Grab the child! Snatch the child! There are human traffickers here!"

The scrutinizing gazes of the people around them were all projected by brushing and brushing, constant

Gu was a little flustered, but he still hugged the child tightly and shouted back: "This child was born by Mrs. Yuan, not by you. She didn't agree to hug you, so you brought the baby here. Then I don't need your consent, Mrs. Yuan can agree!"

Yuan Qiuying's face eased when she saw the appearance of Heng Gu's calf protector, she covered her mouth and smiled, and took small steps over to take the child in Heng Gu's hand: "Uncle Yuan, I asked him to come."

The shrewd gaze of the original butler swept back and forth between Mrs. Yuan and Heng Gu: "It turns out that Miss Yuan went out not only to make offerings to the master......

At this moment, Linghua had already walked to Henggu's side and twisted his arm: "Xianggong, why are you arguing?"

Heng Gu's heart almost jumped out when he heard Linghua call him like this, pointing at the original housekeeper and stammering, "I, I see that he can't spit ivory out of his dog's mouth, so I'll say a few words."

Yuan Qiuying immediately explained, "These two are the VIPs I invited from Cloud City, and Uncle Yuan has prepared a guest room for them to take care of."

The original housekeeper had no choice but to answer "yes" angrily and arranged for a wooden boat to take the two to the original house together.

Nango, the original home.

Unlike other buildings on the water, the original family's mansion was filled with a foundation and sand and stone to make the bottom of the building stable and solid, creating a two-story low-rise building surrounded by water on all sides.

Mrs. Yuan placed Linghua and Henggu in the guest room, which was only separated by a corridor from where Mrs. Yuan lived, as if they were on a boat, and they could meet each other when they went out.

Linghua was packing up with Henggu in the room, and after she was done, she looked at her hand again: "I always have a bad feeling, but I don't know why I came."

Henggu leaned in front of her, "But what did you feel about it?"

Linghua closed his eyes and felt carefully, and opened his eyes without taking a breath: "I can't see anything, but I feel a faint demonic aura."

Heng Gu bent down and sniffed left and right: "There is indeed a demonic aura, but I can't smell what kind of demon it is."

"Yang Xi has been here for a long time, it stands to reason that he should destroy all the demons and set up defenses before leaving, after so long, how can there still be demonic energy here?"

Linghua was about to take out the heart mirror to check, but heard a "poof" sound.

A little girl covered in mud and water pounced and fell face to the ground, and the paper tiger in her hand also fell to Linghua's feet.

Linghua was about to pick it up, but saw that the girl didn't cry or shout, and got up and grabbed the paper tiger on the ground: "This is mine, you are not allowed to touch it."

After that, he took the paper tiger and touched the tiger's head like a baby: "Xiaoshuang is not afraid, my sister will protect you."

Linghua's eyes looked at her, this girl should be four or five years old, seeing that she was dirty and seemed to be very naughty, but no one cared about her.

The eyes followed the girl's hand to the head of the paper tiger, which was flattened and covered in yellow paint, but the head was extraordinarily large.

The girl took the tiger out of her arms, held it in both hands and put it in the sun to look at it: "Xiaoshuang is the most obedient, my sister will take you to fly high!"

Then he took the paper tiger and ran away.

And Linghua and Henggu, and then the opportunity for the girl to lift up, saw clearly the special nature of this paper tiger-

This tiger has two heads.

The night soon came, and Mrs. Yuan invited the two of them to her room/dinner together, and Linghua carried Henggu into Mrs. Yuan's room.

Yuan Qiuying's boudoir is not large, and the door is a small hall, and the left and right sides are the bedroom covered by beaded curtains and the side room where the crib is placed.

Linghua stepped forward and teased Zhen'er, the child's laughter was loud and warm, Yuan Qiuying and Linghua looked at each other and smiled, even the dim candlelight seemed to be brighter.

It was late at night, and the original mansion was exceptionally quiet, and all the joys, sorrows, and sorrows were silently digested in the night that was as quiet as stagnant water.

A dark shadow flashed across the night sky, sneaking out into nowhere, and the sound of rustling sounded in the darkness.

Yuan Qiuying didn't sleep well, and Zhen'er's abdominal cramps didn't know if it was completely good, so she didn't dare to sleep too deeply.

Hearing the voice, she called, "Zhen'er?"

The sound of rustling

Stopped, Yuan Qiuying sat up and called again, "Zhen'er?"

Suddenly, there was a violent impact somewhere. Yuan Qiuying didn't care about putting on her shoes, walked barefoot to the source of the sound, and found that the window was shattered, and a black thing jumped into the water along the window, and quickly disappeared into the deep undercurrent.

The cold moonlight poured in and shone on the crib, and a fishy salty smell wafted into the nostrils.

Yuan Qiuying walked past the table where she had dinner with Linghua Henggu and walked to the crib.

The smell of blood came to my nose.

Yuan Qiuying's heart was like a twilight drum that had been beaten hard, and it spread quickly and quickly. Her hands seemed numb, her mind went blank, and she forgot even to scream, and even more so to what emotions she should have.

It's just unbelievable, touching Zhen'er's head with an uncontrollable hand.

It's still hot!

She hurriedly lifted Zhen'er's futon, but there was nothing under the futon, only a large patch of blood remaining on the bed, and a lonely baby head.

At this moment, her hands were covered with blood, touching the mattress that was still warm, and she broke down and screamed hysterically-

"Zhen'er !!"

The night will never pass.

From then on, the world of the original autumn was only this night.

Heng Gu was the first to hear the sound, and he got up from the ground and shook Linghua who was sleeping on the bed: "Linghua...... Linghua! Wake up, as if something has been broken."

Linghua was sleepy-eyed, turned sideways and asked, "What's wrong?" Is something wrong?"

Heng Gu sniffed the scent, and shook his head in confusion: "I smell the breath of a demon, but now it is very weak. And just when I heard something smashed."

Ling Hua was a lot more vigilant: "The closest thing to here is Yuan Qiuying's bedroom."

At this moment, Yuan Qiuying's cry of dissecting his liver and crying blood came: "Zhen'er!!"

Linghua immediately got up: "Let's go, let's go over and have a look."

As soon as she entered the door, there was a smell of blood, and Yuan Qiuying was holding something in her arms, sitting cross-legged in front of the broken window, motionless and looking at the sky outside.

"Zhen'er...... Zhen'er ......"

Linghua didn't make a sound, and when she heard Yuan Qiuying talking about the child, she subconsciously looked at the crib.

There was nothing on the bed, only blood stains that soaked through the mattress, dripping down the wood and onto the floor.

Yuan Qiuying looked down at her arms: "Zhen'er...... It's the mother who is not good, is the mother not looking at you well...... Mother is with you, you wait for your mother, and you will be a mother and son in the next life."

As she spoke, she got up and climbed to the window, quietly looking at the bottomless water in the moonlight.

"I won't stand up, Zhen'er, wait for my mother."

Yuan Qiuying was about to jump into the river as soon as she kicked her feet, and Linghua's palm drove the spiritual power to radiate a ray of light, which was firmly tied to Yuan Qiuying's waist. Gently dragging back, Yuan Qiuying was pulled into Linghua's arms.

"Who?!" Yuan Qiuying looked back in a panic, and when she saw Linghua, she couldn't help but cry loudly, "Linghua, what should I do...... I killed Zhen'er! I am a sinner! I should go to eighteen layers of hell!"

Yuan Qiuying, who turned around, was full of tears, and the position in the arms of her bedclothes was stained with blood, like a large piece of red ink sprinkled in the snow.

She was holding Zhen'er's head tightly in her arms, and she would not let go of her death.