The word "request" always feels like an uncomfortable order.
Yang Yuran said "hmm" in understanding and said with a slight smile: "Since you are here, then have fun."
Without asking too much, only the soft voice of blessing suddenly broke into Qin Muyu's heart, and warmth gradually filled his eyes.
Yang Yuran realized something was wrong when she was walking to the third wife's room. Uncle Zhou was on good terms with the He family? She didn't seem to have heard of it. She always heard Zhou Yuanyuan say that she didn't like the He family. Uncle Zhou seemed to maintain a relationship with another person from above every year.
ah.
And even if they are good friends, Qin Muyu shouldn't be here because Uncle Zhou is helping him find suitable rich women for blind dates.
There was not enough time for her to think too much, and she had already followed the housekeeper to the third lady's room.
The third lady is very beautiful, not at all like the age of Yang Yuran’s mother in the plot.
This type of immersive script killing costs thousands of yuan per person, and reservations are fully booked until the end of the year. There shouldn't be any big bugs.
The third lady had obviously dealt with too many ignorant or abrupt players, so she took her hand calmly and pulled her to the bedside to sit down together.
The beautiful Xingmei winked at the butler, who closed the door and hung something like a bell on the door.
The crisp tinkling sound sounded, and the soft light blue light shone on the doors and windows, which really gave the room a layer of enchantment like a movie special effect.
Even though Yang Yuran attended the event with a mission today, she still couldn't help but get immersed in the plot. The structure of this scene was already worth more than half of the ticket price.
"Ali, your mother has forbidden you to get too close to the fire since you were a child. During the New Year celebrations, all the other children are setting off firecrackers and jumping into the brazier. Only you stay with your mother and copy scriptures to worship your ancestors in the ancestral hall."
The third lady had tears in her eyes, and her voice sounded extremely guilty.
"It doesn't matter, I know my mother has something to hide." Yang Yuran took on the role and acted as a filial daughter.
The so-called filial piety means not only filial piety but also obedience. Many people just buy a lot of things for their parents, and they support them on a material level, but as soon as their parents say something, they immediately retaliate. In fact, obedience on the spiritual level is also necessary.
Essential.
Yang Yuran thought about this and understood to some extent Mother Yang's decision to return to her old home. People have different goals and cannot influence Mother Yang with their own ideas. Of course, she would be angry when she went back, but maybe Mother Yang felt that it would be more life-saving to guard what belongs to her.
Go ahead.
The plan seems to be accelerated rather than changed.
"Your father died yesterday. We, mother and daughter, only need to steal the blood contract that shackles our mother and daughter, and we can regain our freedom. We do not belong to this world, and it is time to return to the demon world. Seventeen years ago, your father used
He used shameless means to find the black wizard from Miao territory and imprisoned me here. Everyone knows that he made a sword that can kill evil spirits, but they don't know that he made it by gouging out the heart blood of my people."
The third lady clenched her fists and bit her lower lip, her crazy hatred gradually giving way to joy.
"He used us as bait to attract the tree spirits. Your grandfather and the others all died trying to save me. I have waited for so many years and finally got my retribution. He is dead!"
"Okay, mother, tell me where it is hidden, and I'll take advantage of the chaos to find it." Yang Yuran asked eagerly. No wonder the third lady's appearance remains forever.
The third lady looked at the protective seal on the window, still feeling uneasy, so she pulled her close and whispered softly: "The sword your father forged with the blood of the demon race is powerful, but in the eyes of decent people, it is an evil spell. He will not be able to do it until his death."
Keep this secret. I suspect that the blood contract is not with him and 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 has many dirty transactions with the outside world.
If everything is handled by him, he may know the origin of the demon sword."
The third lady’s words reminded Yang Yuran that if she hadn’t read the comments written by players who had played the game, she shouldn’t know the true identity of her character A Li.
There is an unwritten rule in the script killing circle. More than 20% of the plot cannot be leaked, so as not to affect the gaming experience of those who follow, and it is easy to expose the murderer.
The fact that she is a demon girl is not important. She is extremely unlucky in relationships. I found comments from unscrupulous players a few days ago. Before I get involved, I have revealed a major secret to He Ningyue. She will have to try her best to cover up a lot later.
The place can 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 asked everyone to vote for her, He Qian's weak opposition would not be able to reverse the situation. At that time, no matter whether she is the murderer or not, the game will
Shortening it to two hours greatly reduces the gaming experience.
If she or the third lady were really the murderer, it might give He Ningyue a sense of accomplishment. The key point is that He Ningyue came here mainly to experience a different kind of love with Li Shuo, not to catch the murderer.
With a sense of luck, he tentatively asked the third lady next to him: "Mom, are you the murderer? Please tell me the truth so that I can think of a way to deal with it in advance."
"There are many things that I can't tell you because of your safety, just like I concealed your identity when you were a child. First put on your mourning clothes and go to the mourning hall to keep vigil."
The third lady answered cautiously.
Yang Yuran had no choice but to follow the original schedule, change into mourning clothes, and go to the mourning hall.
Following the cry, we walked into the heavy hall. A large sacrificial lamp was placed in the middle, with the deceased's coffin in front and a fir coffin behind.
The ancients were not afraid of the coffin itself, and many elderly people would choose the things they needed to arrange for their funeral in advance.
The so-called getting promoted and making a fortune, ancient people believed that a good coffin and a good cemetery can bless the descendants.
However, there are some people with evil intentions who long for eternal life or exchange their children's fortune for wealth and wealth in the next life. The coffins of such people are usually different from others.
It's like the coffin of Ah Li's cheap father, with his head facing the altar, his lips wide open, and a mouthful of luminous pearls in his mouth. The more he looks at it, the more it looks like he is absorbing luck.
"Ali, daddy loves you the most, why did you take so long to come?"
The speaker is another friend of He Ningyue, named Bao Yuling, who is the wife of A Li's second brother.
"My mother just fainted in the room from crying. I went over to visit her and wasted some time."
Yang Yuran found a reasonable excuse, and the housekeeper was very capable and helped prove: "Yes, the third lady has developed a heart disease due to excessive sadness. She has been depressed all day long. I am afraid that she will follow the master soon."
With such a powerful witness, Yang Yuran successfully received Bao Yuling's nod, timidly came to the memorial tablet, finished offering incense, and knelt down next to He Ningyue.
When she gets back, she has to persuade her own mother. It's not feasible to work alone these days. Looking at the third lady, she knows that there are many reliable informants in the house.
He Ningyue's red eyes were slightly swollen, and she leaned on Li Shuo's shoulder. She was so sad that she couldn't help herself. Li Shuo dutifully threw the yellow paper into the brazier.
Yang Yuran followed suit and picked up the yellow paper and threw it into the brazier. Her fingers accidentally touched Li Shuo's hand that was also grabbing the paper. She hurriedly withdrew it, while Li Shuo completed the throwing action as if nothing happened.
After that, she tried to avoid Li Shuo's rules and calculated the right time to get the paper, but she always encountered Li Shuo's hand that suddenly speeded up or slowed down.
