When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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You Heng persuaded himself to leave, but his feet were nailed in place and did not move.

He looked at the door, but what he thought about was the pictures he saw today.

'Girl' has slender ankles, tight and straight calves, round shoulders, black hair and a beautiful innocent face.

No matter how hard he tried, these images still lingered in the black of his mind, and even intensified, converging into a ridiculous idea.

He wanted to take another look, just a look.

You Heng held out his hand.

Under his push, the door that was originally closed opened a crack, and the cold moonlight scrambled to get in.

The door is not locked.

You Heng was silent for a moment, and when he heard the footsteps in the distance, he persuaded himself to enter the room.

He closed the door back.

Youjia arranges servants to make shifts every night. When the footsteps approach and then go away, You Heng shifts his attention.

He turned around.

There seems to be a faint sweet fragrance floating in the air.

The solid wood double bed needs to be looked carefully to find a small ball in the middle.

You Heng walked over without hesitation, and stopped at the head of the bed, lowering his eyelashes.

Qian Ling was wearing a cheongsam that she hadn't had time to change. The hem was rolled up, and she was curled up on her side, holding something in her hands.

You Heng frowned slightly.

He stretched out his hand to take the thing out of Qian Ling's palm, and after seeing the appearance of the jade pendant, You Heng's original frowning frown deepened.

You Yunmu, you are really generous.

Even this kind of thing is willing to give away, I have never seen you care about the junior so much.

You Heng scolded You Yunmu several times in his heart, and when he put the jade pendant back again, Qian Ling, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly hummed softly.

"what?"

You Heng didn't hear clearly, he lowered his body and got closer, and immediately smelled the faint fragrance of the other party.

He involuntarily moved closer, the tip of his nose was almost touching Qianling's chin, and the aroma became clearer.

You Heng looked at this beautiful sleeping face.

Do all girls smell so good...

Qian Ling's eyelashes trembled, he was obviously dreaming, but his palms opened in front of You Heng, and he said softly, "It hurts."

You Heng paused, and then noticed the wound on Qian Ling's hand.

It looks like it's been treated, but at first glance it's just rough and unprofessional treatment.

Here's how.

You Heng couldn't help frowning.

What emerged in his mind was the picture of You Yunmu forcing Qian Ling who was alone, and the two of them were alone in the mourning hall.

You Heng clenched his fists.

If he was not very familiar with You Yunmu's nature, he would really think in this direction.

So, You Heng, who originally just wanted to take a look, turned on the lamp beside the bed.

He sat by the bed, carefully treating the wound on someone's hand, even though You Heng's movements were already very light, but Qian Ling thought he was having a nightmare, frowning and screaming for pain.

Qian Ling's voice was soft and aggrieved, with a thin cry.

You Heng only felt a bang, and all the impulses in his head flocked to the same place.

But I was afraid of waking people up, and I couldn't explain why I appeared here. I was sweating under the light, so I had to relax my strength and endure all the outrageous thoughts. The famous conch girl.

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Qian Ling fell asleep for a long time.

He had a few chaotic nightmares, You Yunmu grabbed his hand, and after finding out that he was not a girl, he insisted that he accompany You Xuan to the burial.

When he was woken up from his sleep, there was a series of knocks on the door. Across a wooden door, the other party's voice was still clearly disdainful.

"Young Mistress, it's time to get up and eat."

Although he shouted the honorific title, there was no respect at all inside or outside the words.

Everyone knew that the newly married Chongxi bride had killed You Xuan, so naturally they, the servants, would not show any good looks.

The servant's heart was full of contempt.

A lazy and hoarse voice came from behind the door, "Understood, just wait."

This voice was obviously just waking up, not like the sweetness of ordinary girls, it was a bit hoarse and youthful, but it was particularly ear-catching.

It seems that through a door, one can imagine what kind of beautiful scenery it is.

The servant's face became a little more red, but he cursed in a low voice: "If you weren't at Youjia, would you have such a happy life? Master Youxuan died, and he slept like a normal person." until the sun rises three poles!"

Qian Ling did get up late.

But he didn't go to bed until dawn, and now he was still in a state of not getting enough sleep.

What's even more outrageous is that he checked the wound that he had treated yesterday, but he didn't expect the healing effect to look good.

Qian Ling changed out the wrinkled cheongsam, and picked out a decent and elegant pure white cheongsam from the closet.

After opening the door, he looked at the servant.

"Let's go."

The servant stood there in a daze for several seconds, staring blankly at Qian Ling, until Qian Ling reminded him that the other party seemed to wake up from a dream, and took Qian Ling to the dining room in a daze.

Qian Ling came a bit late, so she didn't have to think about where she usually sits, because there was only one seat left on the chair.

As soon as he sat down, he heard You Yunmu's voice.

"How did you sleep%3F"

Qian Ling's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously remembered that not-so-good dream, "Very, very good."

What he said was a little stiff.

You Yunmu naturally didn't let go of his unnaturalness, and when he was about to ask further questions, You Heng took the initiative to speak, "My brother just left, so it's normal to not sleep well. Are you right?"

You Yunmu hummed.

"Let's eat."

There were some other people at the table, Qian Ling didn't know him, and now he only had food in his eyes.

Youjia has a profound background and is usually top-notch in terms of food and clothing. This table is full of dishes, which makes people's index fingers twitch.

Qian Ling didn't stop him for a while, and completely lost his personality.

You Yunmu said coolly, "I didn't expect you to eat a lot when you were reluctant to part with You Xuan."

Qianling's cheeks were hot.

Although a little bit reluctant, he also stopped his chopsticks.

"Come with me, I have something for you."

Qian Ling followed You Yunmu through the side hall and came to a secluded courtyard.

There are oleanders and other varieties of green plants planted in the yard.

It can be seen that someone here usually takes care of it carefully to make the flowers bloom so vigorously.

"Come in," You Yunmu pushed open a door,

"Don't you want to investigate the cause of You Xuan's death? This is the study room where he often stays, and there are books he often uses in it."

"Oh."

Qian Ling's attention shifted to the room.

There is a whole bookcase in sight, and there are some yellowed ancient books on the bookshelf, and the aroma of ink is in the air.

Qian Ling approached.

Various books and writing brushes were placed on the wooden table made of red sandalwood, as well as some empty yellow talismans with nothing written on them.

When Qian Ling was in a daze, his wrist was suddenly grabbed and pulled forward.

"Um……"

You Yunmu looked at his palm, "It's not bad, at least he knows how to deal with the wound by himself."

Qian Ling let out a muffled hum.

His mind was full of images from his dreams, and he retracted his hand unconsciously. This behavior aroused the other party's dissatisfaction, and the strength of his hand became a little stronger.

Qian Ling frowned slightly, "It hurts."

"You promised me that after the investigation, let go of your obsessions and live a good life."

Qian Ling said obediently: "I will."

You Yunmu hummed competently, let go of his hand, "I'm leaving first, if you don't understand anything, you can ask me."

"it is good."

After You Yunmu left, Qian Ling dared to look at the study in a relaxed manner.

Most of the books on the bookshelf are related to Fengshui, compass, and talismans, which are extensive and profound.

Qian Ling didn't quite understand.

He sat down in front of the table, bent down to open the drawers on both sides of the table.

A book with nothing written on the cover, which is different from a book, caught Qian Ling's attention.

He opened the notebook.

The content inside is written with a brush, and the font is neat and powerful. This is the diary that You Xuan recorded his daily life during his lifetime.

Qian Ling simply flipped through.

It is found that it is more accurate to record the content of work than to record life.

All kinds of horrific scenes, and every exorcism ceremony was recorded in the book from a point of view without any emotion. This indifference alone made Qian Ling feel a chill down his spine.

Enduring physical discomfort, Qian Ling quickly browsed the entire diary to the last page.

Finally, he found what he wanted.

On the last page, the word "Xue Family" was surrounded by a black frame, and there was also a talisman that he couldn't understand but always felt familiar.

On the surface, You Xuan died suddenly, but in the supernatural dungeon, there can be many reasons behind it.

So one of the reasons, the package does not include this "Xue family"?

Qian Ling's intuition has always been accurate, he stared at the talisman for a long time, finally tore off a piece of rice paper, copied the entire talisman again, rolled it up, and carried it with him.

He planned to ask You Yunmu about the meaning of this talisman.

Qian Ling followed the memory of this character and came to another courtyard. The door was not closed. He stood at the door and heard the voice of discussion inside.

"The Xue family sent people to urge them again, saying that they really can't take it anymore, let us send people to exorcise the evil spirits as soon as possible,"

The man was wearing a blue and white blouse, "But this order was received by Young Master You Xuan before, if we were replaced, I'm afraid we don't have the strength at all..."

You Heng folded his hands and said coolly: "Without my brother, you can't do anything, so why does our You family support you people?"

"This……"

The man showed embarrassment, "We don't want to, Master You Heng."

"All right,"

You Yunmu, who was sitting behind the desk, put down the teacup in his hand, "Since you have accepted the entrustment, you can't break your promise. You Heng, it's okay for you to take someone to exorcise evil spirits this time."

You Heng snorted coldly.

"It's just a trick, what can go wrong."

"That's fine," You Yunmu looked at the young man in the blue-and-white short shirt, "Go and inform me, leave today, and come back before the seventh day of You Xuan's first day."

"I'll go as well."

A soft voice came in, and Qian Ling stood at the door of the study, "I'll go too, can I?"