"Where is Wan Qing?" She was more worried about her daughter than the old ghost.
"Just follow me and you'll find out."
Hoshino Huang's tone seemed somewhat meaningful.
Su Jiuge followed this man who was as cold as ice and as deep as the sea, and walked towards the interior of the manor villa.
She knew the layout of the entire villa very well. The two of them were heading towards the old ghost's bamboo house.
Su Jiuge became suspicious. Could it be that Wan Qing was at the old ghost's place?
Walking into the Bamboo House, Hoshino Huang pointed to the inner room of the Japanese style room and said, "Wan Qing is inside, and she refuses to come out. Maybe the tragic death of the lord has stimulated her too much."
The alarm bell rang in Su Jiuge's heart, and a bad premonition arose.
She stepped forward and suddenly opened the bedroom door. What she saw made her whole body tremble. Her legs were weak. If she hadn't been holding on to the door frame, she might not have been able to stand.
The room was dimly lit, and there was an octogenarian who died in a very tragic manner. His eyes were bulging, his face was purple, and there was a huge hole in his heart. Blood flowed all over the room and has not dried up.
The face of that octogenarian had entered Su Jiuge's nightmares millions of times.
She had fantasized about his death countless times, but she had never imagined that it would be like this!
And her dearest daughter, sitting next to the corpse with a dull face, holding a blood-stained dagger in her hand, her eyes were like two huge black holes, exuding deathly silence.
"Wan Qing!" Su Jiuge shouted emotionally with a trembling voice.
But the girl remained motionless, like a statue, without any response.
"Wan Qing——"
Su Jiuge stepped forward, knelt down in front of her, held her shoulders, shook her and said, "Wan Qing, it's mom!"
Su Wanqing's black hole-like eyes had a slight fluctuation. She slowly raised her head, and when she saw her mother's kind and anxious face, a tear flowed out of her eyes without any warning.
"Mom..." She called out softly, then stretched out her blood-stained hand and touched Su Jiuge's cheek tremblingly, "Mom, go back to X City and live a good life with Luo Mingxuan.
"
Seeing his daughter like this, the corners of Su Jiuge's narrow eyes felt wet, and tears kept falling down.
It had been years since she had truly cried.
She thought that she had already experienced the deepest suffering in the world, but she never expected that in the end, it was her weak and weak daughter who shouldered everything for her.
"If mom doesn't go back, mom will stay with you here." Su Jiuge burst into tears.
Su Wanqing raised her black hole-like eyes, a stern look formed between her brows, and said angrily: "Go back! Immediately, immediately!"
If the mother refuses to go back, then everything she has done will be in vain!
Su Wanqing stood up suddenly, grabbed Su Jiuge's arm, and dragged her out with a cold face!
One hand held a bloody dagger, and the other hand held her mother tightly.
At the entrance of Bamboo House Yashe, Hoshino Huang stretched out his arm and blocked the way.
He had no expression on his face and said in a cold voice: "You're already here, do you still want to leave?"
Su Wanqing said nothing, and the blood-stained light swung down, and her black hole-like eyes didn't even blink.
Hoshino Huang's hands had just been scratched by Taku, but this time his eyesight and hands were quick and he quickly pulled back.
"Shazhi, have you thought about it?" He shouted sharply at Su Wanqing's back.