The heroine has been with me for a hundred years (quick travel) + extra episode

Because An He had heard about Yang Ting's body temperature and pulse before, and she also had doubts about Yang Ting, so taking this opportunity, Jiang Yin secretly approached Yang Ting in an attempt to verify her. What kind of identity is it.

After all, there were many people in the room, and her movements were very light, so she didn't attract anyone's attention. Jiang Yin came to Yang Ting's side very smoothly.

"There are quite a lot of people." Then she said, as if she wanted to greet Yang Ting, "I don't know when I can take it back."

What she didn't expect was that Yang Ting didn't respond to her at all.

As if he didn't hear anything, the man still lowered his head as before, his big eyes fixed on his feet.

"Yang Ting?" Jiang Yin paused, this time she got closer to her, and even called Yang Ting's name.

At the same time, Jiang Yin also quietly stretched out her hand, pretending to casually sweep over the back of her hand, and found that, as An He said, Yang Ting's body temperature was astonishingly cold.

This time, she still didn't get a response.

But there was no response, which was the best response for Jiang Yin. At this moment, a guess gradually emerged in her heart.

With this in mind, Jiang Yin directly grabbed Yang Ting's wrist this time, with heavy movements and enough strength, her nails even got embedded into her flesh.

It was at this time that Hu Wanjun who was not far away suddenly turned his head and took a look here.

It was after this glance that Yang Ting finally spoke, and then withdrew her hand held by Jiang Yin.

But from the beginning to the end, there was no expression of pain on her face, just like...a puppet.

Yes, it is a puppet, a puppet controlled by Hu Wanjun.

The matter suddenly became clearer at this moment, Jiang Yin roughly recalled it, and remembered that Yang Ting was still alive and kicking on the first night.

But since that night, she seemed to have changed completely, she became more and more taciturn, her face was pale, and her body temperature was cold.

Perhaps Dong Che was not the first to die, but Yang Ting beside him was.

She was killed by Hu Wanjun on the first night, her soul and flesh and blood were dead, leaving only a skin.

Moreover, Jiang Yin suddenly realized that since that night, every time she met Yang Ting, Hu Wanjun was always by her side.

It's easier to control when you get closer, but if you get a little farther away and don't pay attention, it will be the same as before...

Wait, if Hu Wanjun is a ghost, then she told herself to come down just now, did she have ulterior motives?

After realizing this, Jiang Yin's heart suddenly became colder.

The ingredients were finally distributed, and the person who was first in line was about to reach out to get them.

Jiang Yin didn't give him a chance, so she rushed forward, picked up the ingredients and ran back without caring.

As she expected, An He was really in danger. If she came back later, it was very likely that An He would...

"It's okay, it's okay." When Jiang Yin said this, her expression was obviously stained with self-blame again. Seeing her like this, An He hurriedly opened her mouth to coax her, and even hugged her in her arms.

"Then Dong Che, Huang Qingyang...and those eight people outside, who killed them?" Then she asked.

"Yang Ting." Jiang Yin said, "or you can put it this way, Hu Wanjun manipulated Yang Ting to kill those people."

"And have you noticed?" When Jiang Yin said this, she suddenly took An He's hand, "The two Dong Che and Huang Qingyang who lost both arms and legs, their hands are very long. White and pretty?"

"Hmm..." Hearing what she said, An He quickly lowered his head and thought about it, and found that it was really what Jiang Yin said.

"Actually, there is something I have never told you." Jiang Yin saw that she must have remembered, so she continued, "Actually, on the first night, when you were taking a bath in the bathroom, there were also ghosts. Appeared."

"The one at that time should be Hu Wanjun's real body, without hands and feet, only a bare body and head." She said, "Perhaps her purpose was to plunder the beautiful hands and feet."

"Then according to what you said, if you didn't pull me out of the bathroom that night, it's very likely that I would..." An He suddenly felt a chill down his back.

Jiang Yin didn't speak this time, but her eyes said everything.

"Ah, fortunately, fortunately." An He sighed, and hugged Jiang Yin in front of him again, "Thanks for having you here, I'm so glad I met you."

What An He said was so true that Jiang Yin couldn't help but blushed.

"It's okay." She said softly.

"Then what's going on with Dong Che's nail..." After holding Jiang Yin in his arms for a while, An He asked his last question.

"Yang Ting spit it out." Jiang Yin said, "Yang Ting's skin is similar to the warehouse where Hu Wanjun stores things. When she finds a new target, she will naturally discard the old one."

"And the old one is the material for the preserved egg porridge she cooks for everyone."

"My God." Hearing what she said, An He felt a surge of nausea in his heart.