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1230. Haunted and flustered 4

After seeing this scene clearly, several of the servants who patrolled the mansion couldn't stand the excitement and ran away in all directions, shouting.

Because of the noisy noise of the house servants, some who had fallen asleep and had a light sleep, but those who were on night watch, were soon woken up.

When everyone heard the will-o'-the-wisp, they immediately got excited and ran out to take a look.

Who would have known that all the slaves in Aunt Zhao's yard would scream and wake up everyone in the house.

"There are... there are ghosts... there are ghosts..." [

I saw a pool of bright red blood on the ground in front of Aunt Zhao's courtyard.

The pool of bright red blood seemed to have just flowed from the person's body.

Not only that, in the center of the blood, there was something similar to an afterbirth.

Seeing this, everyone thought of Zhizhi who died of miscarriage.

"This...there are blood marks here..."

Not only was there blood on the ground, but even the snow-white face was stained with blood marks.

The timid person rolled his eyes when he saw this scene and simply fainted.

Those who are brave will look carefully at the bloody fingerprints, and then feel panic in their hearts.

Because the blood marks on the wall are not hand prints, but footprints.

The most peculiar thing is that the bloody footprints are so small that even a five-year-old child's hand is bigger than them.

Such small footprints immediately remind people of a newborn baby.

Moreover, these small bloody footprints are arranged in rows, as if the feet are stuck to the wall and are going upward.

How can ordinary people use the wall as the ground and walk like this?

Then, the only one who can do it is ghost.

And he’s still a little devil like a baby!

The most troubled thing in the Prime Minister's Mansion right now is knowing.

Didn’t you know that a child happened to be left behind?

"It's understanding, now, today is the first seven days of understanding."

I don’t know who said that.[

"Nude, what time of day is it now!"

Xia Boran, who was sleeping in Aunt Zhao's room, did not do anything to Aunt Zhao tonight.

Now he is sleeping in the same bed as Aunt Zhao.

In order to perform well in front of Princess Chuyun and Ning Zhen, it was natural that he should not approach women.

Who knows, because of those terrible things, I finally fell asleep and was woken up by the screams of my slaves.

Xia Boran's complexion was naturally not good, and it was so dark that it scared him to death.

I ordered the boy to go see what happened, and the answer he got was that the Prime Minister's Mansion was haunted.

absurd!

The son is silent and his strange power confuses the gods.

How could the Prime Minister's Mansion be haunted?

It’s not that Xia Boran despised the theory of ghosts and gods.

Xia Boran was only sure of one thing, that about the women in the palace, there were countless things like this that hurt people's lives and resulted in the loss of children.

If so, it will attract ghosts and gods.

So, how can the palace continue to be resplendent day by day, becoming a place of blessing and a place of gold and silver in the eyes of everyone?

If something is going to be haunted, it must start in the palace.

However, in this case, it is usually not a ghost, but a human being!

There is nothing I can do, the situation outside seems a bit chaotic and out of control.

As the head of the prime minister's house, Xia Boran had no choice but to get up and stabilize the situation.

"Prime Minister, Prime Minister, there are bloody footprints of children. Look, there is so much blood..."

The boy who was on duty for Xia Boran tonight kept swallowing his saliva dryly and pointed at the bloody mark where the stabbing had stopped.

"Today, tonight is the first seven days of understanding..."

Although the boy hasn't finished speaking yet, his meaning is already obvious.[


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