"I said, Lord Wu, don't leave again. The old man was anxious. If you continue like this, you won't be afraid of scaring the old lady out of nothing." Baotian took the look of Zhao Zimai, hurriedly walked over to stop Wu Yuanli, pulled him to a bench and sat down, and then continued, "Mr. Wu, it's important to find someone now. Instead of worrying here, it's better to let your brothers follow the Nanshan Guild Hall to the Xu family to find someone carefully."

"Yes, yes, yes, little brother is right. I'll let them find someone now." Wu Yuanli knew Zhao Zimai's identity and was very respectful to Baotian, so he hurriedly sent someone out.

Seeing this, Sang snorted from his nose, cursed "flatter" in a low voice and walked outside the yard, wrapped his arms around him, looking at the ruins of the Wanjia old house. After a while, two words were gently squeezed out of his mouth, "Interesting."

"What's 'interesting'?" Zhao Zimai walked out with it. His eyes circled around the broken bricks and tiles, but he could not connect the depressed image in front of him with the two words "interesting".

Sang glanced at him, "Yeah, why have you become so dull today? Isn't Mr. Zhao the most sensitive to these ghosts and ghosts?"

After hearing what he said, Zhao Zimai was shocked, "Brother Xu said that a family massacre occurred in this house, but... but I really didn't see those things."

Sang narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Listen carefully, the soul is stuck in the world for too long, and there will be two consequences. One will become a ghost as the resentment deepens, while the other will gradually fade until it disappears completely. The things in this yard have not been in the world for too long. If you don't listen carefully, you will not be able to find him."

Zhao Zimai understood, so he held his breath and listened: It seemed that there was really a sound, but it was covered by the restlessness in the Xu family yard, so he didn't hear it.

There was a low sob, right in Wanjia's yard, to be precise, behind the threshold that was so rotten that it was only half left...

Zhao Zimai walked over in the sound and saw a translucent shadow curled up there, almost blending into the threshold. If he didn't look carefully, he wouldn't be able to see clearly. He staggered under his feet, then stopped and asked at the shadow, "Who are you? Are you from the Wan Family?"

The man slowly turned around, but was a thin man, who looked about the same age as Xu Chong, with a long and narrow face, a beard, ragged clothes, and looked down-and-out.

"I am...yes...xiaowan..."

Zhao Zimai frowned, "Wanwan? But I remember Xu Chong said that his neighbor opposite him was a family of three, and there was only one child in the family, and he was still a girl."

The man shivered, "She is not...I am..."

After the words came, his body suddenly floated up like a leaf, flattened, and then rushed towards Zhao Zimai before he could react, covering him.

Zhao Zimai was not prepared and frightened, and unconsciously called out the word "Great God" in his mouth. But Sang did not move. It was still standing behind with his arms in his arms, with a smile on his face, and his eyes were smug, as if he was enjoying a very beautiful play.

It was like a bucket of ice water pouring down from the head. Zhao Zimai felt that he was covered with a quilt that was breathable and thin as a cicada wing. He wanted to move, but the clothes trapped him and forced his head to the front of the right.

On the front right is the east wing.

Strangely, it was a piece of dilapidated wall. Now, why did a house be built up flat? There were two people in the room, one man and one woman, leaning over and lying on the edge of a large bed, staring softly at the small swaddle on the bed.

"Official, look at her, how beautiful she was, she is a beauty."

"This is all your credit for your wife. If Xiaowan looks like me, that would be bad."

The baby in the cradle seemed to understand that his parents were praising him and laughed "giggling". The laughter of the baby, which seemed to others, aroused another admiration from the newly-parented couple.

"Xiaowan will laugh so early, she must be an extremely smart child."

"Her voice is very clear, like a lark, no, it is more beautiful than the lark's voice..."

Zhao Zimai knew that what he saw now was the Wan couple and their children. This was the same as Xu Chong said. There was only one girl in a family of three. But why did the man who called himself Wanwan have such a memory? He was not here at that time.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zimai glanced at Sang who was standing behind him again. Sang raised his eyebrows lightly in response to his suspicious gaze and signaled him to continue watching.

Zhao Zimai turned his gaze back to the house: No, Wan Wan must be here, memory will not lie, but he did not find him.

Where is he?

Zhao Zimai opened his lips slightly and gasped: He saw and saw the fourth person in the room. He actually did not hide. He was even in a very conspicuous place, but the couple's attention was all on the swaddle clothes on the bed, so Zhao Zimai didn't even notice that there was another child and another swaddle clothes on the bed.

Yes, there was another child, who was trying to stretch out a hand from the swagger, and his fists opened and clamped, as if he wanted to attract the attention of the Wan couple.

But they turned a blind eye to him. Even if he was close to him, even if he was pink, he was very likable.

"Is it twins? One died young, and only one left?" Zhao Zimai thought intently, but felt something was wrong, because looking at the appearance of the Wan couple, they should be over thirty years old. It should be a great joy to give birth to twins at this age. How could they love one child very much and ignore the other one? This is completely unreasonable.

Just as he was thinking about it, Sang's voice suddenly came from behind, lazy, but seemed to have seen through everything.

"See it?" it said.

"What did you see?" Zhao Zimai was puzzled by the meaning of its words.

"What the kid looks like."

Look? Zhao Zimai was a little confused by it. He was about to ask again, but he was shocked, but his feet unconsciously stepped back a few steps. His legs hit the threshold and fell to the ground with a bump.

Two soft tentacles emerged from the swaddle, and they were stretched out and long. They were covered with black round spots. The tops were split, as if they could breathe, stretching and shrinking, like two crisp branches.

"Official, look, Xiaowan wants me to hug you." Mrs. Wan was extremely surprised and reached out to hug the swaddle that had poked out her two tentacles in her arms.
Chapter completed!