Asking for two words, there is always an uncomfortable sense of order.

Yang Yuran said with an understanding 'um' sound, and said with a light smile: "Since you're here, let's have fun." ”

Without asking too much, only the soft voice of blessing suddenly Qin Muyu broke into his heart, and warmth gradually welled up in his eyes.

Yang Yuran walked on the way to the third lady's room and realized that something was wrong, Uncle Zhou was good friends with the He family? I don't seem to have heard of it, she always heard Zhou Yuanyuan say that she didn't have a good impression of the He family, and Uncle Zhou seemed to maintain another high-level relationship every year.

And even if he is friendly, he shouldn't appear here as Qin Muyu, Uncle Zhou is helping him find suitable rich women for a blind date.

There was not enough time for her to think about it, and she had already come to the third lady's room with the housekeeper.

The third lady is very beautiful, not at all like the age of her mother in Yang Yuran's plot.

This kind of immersive script killing, a single person charges thousands of yuan, and the reservation is full until the end of the year, so there should be no overly big bugs.

The third lady had obviously dealt with too many ignorant or abrupt players, so she kindly took her hand, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and sat down together.

The pretty Apricome gave the butler a wink, and the butler closed the door and hung the bell-like object on the door.

The crisp jingle bell sounded, and a soft pale blue halo hit the doors and windows, literally adding a layer of enchantment to the room like a movie special effect.

Even though Yang Yuran participated in the event with the task today, he still couldn't help but devote himself to the plot, and this scene and structure were already worth most of the ticket price.

"Ah Li, you have forbidden you to get too close to the fire since you were a child. Every time the New Year's Eve is all set off and jumping over the brazier, only you accompany your mother to copy the scriptures and worship your ancestors in the ancestral hall. ”

The third lady had tears in her eyes, and her voice revealed great guilt.

"It's okay, I know my mother has something unspeakable." Yang Yuran brought in the role and made the filial piety that a daughter should have.

The so-called filial piety is not only filial piety, but also obedience. Many people just buy a lot of things for their parents, and the material level is one by one, but as long as the parents say something, they will immediately be angry with their parents, in fact, the spiritual level is also essential.

Yang Yuran figured this out and understood a little bit about Yang's mother's decision to insist on returning to the old house. People pursue different goals, and they can't use their own ideas to influence Yang Mu. Although she is angry when she goes back, maybe Mother Yang feels that it is more alive to guard what belongs to her.

Plans seem to be accelerating, not changing.

"Your father died yesterday, and our mother and daughter only need to steal the blood contract that bound our mother and daughter, and we will be free. We don't belong to this world, it's time to go back to the demon world. Seventeen years ago, your father used shameless means to find the black wizard of Miaojiang and imprisoned me here. ”

The third lady clenched her fists and bit her lower lip with her teeth, and the frenzied hatred gradually replaced the joy.

"He used us as bait to attract the Dryads, and your grandfather and them all died to save me. I've been waiting for so many years for retribution, and he's dead! ”

"Okay, mother, you tell me where to hide, I'll take advantage of the chaos to find it." Yang Yuran asked eagerly, no wonder the third lady has a permanent face.

The third lady looked at the protective seal on the window, still feeling uneasy, and pulled her closer and whispered softly: "The sword that your father refined with the blood of the demon clan is powerful, but in the eyes of the righteous path, it is an evil law, and he has been guarding this secret until he dies." I suspect the blood pact isn't on him, it should be hidden in a dark room somewhere. You have to protect the secret that you are a demon clan, and at the same time have a good relationship with your father's adopted son Long Muyin, your father's many dirty transactions with the outside world are all handled by him, and he may know the origin of the demon knife. ”

The third lady's words reminded Yang Yuran that normally, if she hadn't read the comments written by the players, she shouldn't know the true identity of the character Ah Li she played.

There is an unwritten rule in the script killing circle, which does not disclose more than 80% of the plot, so as not to affect the experience of later people, and it is easy to expose the murderer.

The information that she is a demon girl is not important, the degree of emotional unluck is off the charts, and I found unscrupulous player comments a few days ago. Before he participated, he spoiled his major secrets to He Ningyue, and he had to try his best to cover up a lot of places before he could advance the plot.

As the name suggests, script killing is to catch the real murderer and restore the plot. If He Ningyue designated her as the murderer from the beginning and let everyone vote for her, there would be no way to reverse the situation by relying on He Qian's meager opposition, and whether she was a murderer or not, the game would be shortened to two hours, greatly reducing the sense of game experience.

If she or the third lady is really a murderer, it may bring He Ningyue a sense of accomplishment. The key is that He Ningyue came over mainly to have a different kind of love with Li Shuo, not to catch the murderer.

Holding a fluke mentality, he tentatively asked the third lady next to him: "Mother, are you the murderer?" You give me the answer, and I can figure out how to deal with it in advance. ”

"There are many things that my mother can't tell you for your safety, just like hiding your identity when you were a child. Let's put on filial piety clothes first and go to the mourning hall to keep a watch. ”

The Third Lady replied cautiously.

Yang Yuran had to follow the original progress, change into filial piety clothes, and go to the mourning hall.

Following the cry, I walked into the heavy hall, where a large sacrificial lamp was placed in the center, with the deceased's spiritual seat in front and a cedar coffin in the back.

The ancients were not afraid of the coffin itself, and many old people would choose in advance what they needed to do in the future.

The so-called promotion and wealth, in the understanding of the ancients, a good coffin and a good cemetery can bless the descendants.

However, the coffins of those who are not right-minded, who desire eternal life or exchange the fortune of their children for their wealth in the afterlife, are usually different from others.

It's like Ah Li's father's coffin, with his head facing the altar, his lips wide open, and a mouthful of night pearls in his mouth, the more he looks at it, the more it looks like absorbing luck.

"Ah Li, Dad loves you the most, why did you come so late?"

The person who spoke was another friend of He Ningyue, named Bao Yuling, who was Yang Yuran's second brother and daughter-in-law here.

"My mother just fainted in the house crying, and I went to visit her, and I delayed for some time."

Yang Yuran found a reasonable excuse, and the housekeeper was quite powerful and helped prove it: "Yes, the third lady has developed a heart disease due to excessive sadness, and she is depressed all day long, and the old slave is afraid that she will go with the master soon." ”

With such a powerful witness, Yang Yuran successfully got Bao Yuling's nod, timidly came to the tablet to finish the incense, and knelt beside He Ningyue.

When she goes back, she has to persuade her own mother, it won't work to fight alone these days, look at the three ladies of the family, they all know that there are many reliable eyeliners in the house.

He Ningyue's red eyes were slightly swollen, leaning on Li Shuo's shoulder, already sad and unable to help herself, Li Shuo dutifully threw the yellow paper into the brazier.

Yang Yuran did the same, picked up the yellow paper and threw it at the brazier. Her fingers inadvertently touched Li Shuo's hand, which was also grabbing the paper, and she hurriedly withdrew it, while Li Shuo completed the action of throwing it in like no one.

After that, she tried her best to avoid Li Shuo's rules, calculated the time to get the paper, and always met Li Shuo's hand that suddenly increased or slowed down.