"Then why uncle is still renting here?" Lian Xiaoru curled his lips and asked.

"I don't know either."

"How many died?" Lian Xiaoru's face darkened.

"There seem to be eight!" I said.

"ah!"

Lian Xiaoru opened her mouth wide, then burst into laughter again and punched me in the chest.

"I'm lying, how could such a clean house be a haunted house? No one would come here to clean a truly haunted house. I think this place is dangerous, but it hasn't been proven yet. Maybe it's just a place where people died. But it's definitely not.

There will be eight. There’s nothing to be afraid of. Who’s house doesn’t have people dying? You can’t live in it as usual. As long as it’s resolved, everything will be fine. It’s not a very dangerous place.”

Seeing the disbelief on this girl's face, I didn't know how to communicate with her.

"Girl, if you don't leave, then I'll leave." I said to Lian Xiaoru.

The girl ignored me and went straight to the grape trellis and sat down on the bench of the swing.

Xiaoru took off her shoes, crossed her long white legs and began to swing on the swing.

The sun sets in the west, and the setting sun is like blood.

The sun shines on the wall opposite the grape trellis, making it look blood red and looking like a shadow of blood.

I was so frightened that Lian Xiaoru, that girl, was swinging her slender legs back and forth on Qianqiu.

"Qiao Yang! Come here! Can you push me?" Lian Xiaoru smiled at me, her gentle eyes full of tenderness.

Looking at the cute look on this girl's face, I suddenly no longer felt so scared.

"Come on! Qiao Yang, you push me first, and I'll push you later, okay? There's nothing to be afraid of. Don't forget, we are disciples of Maoshan. We are protected by our ancestors. There is nothing to be afraid of!"
Chapter completed!