Xia Xue's baby face froze instantly, she couldn't believe it, "Mama......"

Mama didn't dare to look at Xia Xue, she lowered her head and mourned: "I'm sorry Xia Xue, the old slave is old." The autumn frost is gone, and the old slave really doesn't dare to live in this haunted house. ”

After that, she blessed Ning Qing with a blessing and retreated.

Xia Xue looked stunned and didn't dare to stop it, her feet seemed to have roots, "How come?" ”

Ning Qing stepped forward and gently took her hand.

"Xia Xue, it's too late for you to regret it."

Xia Xue came back to her senses, her eyebrows frowned, and then she said indignantly: "Niangniang, the slave maid has said that the slave and maid will not turn their backs on Niangniang, unless Niangniang dies like Little Master Ning." ”

This was from the mouth of the third person to hear that his former self was dead, Ning Qing was really surprised, "Little Lord Ning is dead?" ”

Xia Xue realized that she was in trouble, and she immediately said: "I'm sorry Niangniang, the slave didn't deliberately curse Niangniang just now, it was the slave who said the wrong thing, Niangniang, you punish the slave and maid." ”

Knowing that she had misunderstood, Ning Qing didn't explain, she was more curious: "Then you tell me, how did Ning Xiaozhu die?" ”

Seeing that Ning Qing was not angry, she really looked like she wanted to know, and since she had already torn it apart, there was nothing to hide, Xia Xue said truthfully: "Well, the poor little master was defiled by the wicked after being sent to the Misty Moon Tower, and the little master jumped into the lake and committed suicide." ”

Xia Xue's eyes were red as she spoke.

Ning Qing's heart was shocked, how could she not know that she was dead? Or was defiled and forced to death by the wicked!

"How so?"

"I found the yang liquid of several wicked people on the little master. The little lord died in vain, so she refused to be reincarnated for a long time. Xia Xue whined.

A few people's yang fluid!

Ning Qing was so cold to hear it, and she felt sick to her stomach just by imagining it. But, how could she "die" so miserably?

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Niangniang, the slave doesn't lie, it was the prince who salvaged the body of Ning Xiaozhu. The little master and the little master grew up together, and the little master only recognized it through the birthmark on the back of the little master. Although Xia Xue said a little messy, she expressed it clearly.

Ning Qing's brows frowned again, how could it still be identified by Ah Ruo himself? This fact is so weird.

Just as she was about to ask more, a woman's whimpering voice suddenly came from outside the courtyard. The voice was louder and quieter, like a yin wind penetrating into the ears, and it sounded particularly penetrating on this snowy night.

"Ah, haunted, haunted!" Qiushuang rushed out of the house with her baggage in her arms, and ran all the way towards the courtyard gate, followed by the panicked grandmother.

"Aha...... Aha......"

The whimpering cry suddenly changed to a shrill laughter, which scared even Xia Xue to tremble.

"Niangniang, don't be afraid, it's Lord Ning, she's just unwilling, she won't hurt you." Xia Xue hurriedly closed the door and protected Ning Qing behind her, even she didn't notice that her voice was shaking.

The ghostly laughter and crying were indeed quite scary, but Ning Qing was not afraid at all, she didn't find any black aura in the Le Yi Pavilion.

Who's pretending to be a ghost?

How can it be reasonable to dare to pretend to be her name and do evil!

"I'll take a look."

Ning Qing opened the door and flew out, following the sharp voice.

When Xia Xue reacts, where can I still see her?

"Niangniang, Niangniang, don't go ......"

The night was panicked, the oozing whimpering sound continued, and the courtyard was dark and dreary.