suspect Mu Wanchen is the kind of disciple who has photographic memory, eidetic recall, exceptional talent, learns things instantly, and possesses such intelligence that it's almost enviable."You're..."Why is it you I also want to know why it's you!"

The darkness in his eyes threatened to consume me.

"Mu Xia Qiao, since you can't escape this fate, then just endure it. If not for my mercy, you would have died two years ago. If you don't want to die, then don't inquire about things that are not meant to be known."

I closed my eyes, feeling his icy breath swirling around my nose and lips.

“Okay, I understand. I won’t ask.” I bit my lip hard, forcing back the tears. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

He didn't explain, and he wasn't willing to tell me anything.

Just using cold words and a cold gaze to tell me not to be delusional.

Yet, with a hint of pity in her eyes, she would awaken my longing.

It's torturous...

I raised my hand and shielded my eyes with the back of my hand.

The moon hangs low outside the window, and though it's not dark inside the house, I still feel as if I'm lying in the cellar of my old home.

It's impossible to truly connect with someone.

I felt the white cotton skirt hem cover my head.

I vaguely feel that giving up all resistance is the wisest choice, don't have a heart, don't be moved.

Just like the concepts within our family, life and death are predetermined, while wealth and status are determined by fate.

And I, life and death are in his hands, as is desire.

He can have me live or die, but I can only remain like this, seeing and asking nothing.

As the dawn light filtered through the heavy curtains, I was drowsy and he hadn't finished yet.

He gently traced curving lines on my chest with his hand. What was this...was he drawing symbols on me

I fumbled my hand up, wanting to grasp his wrist, but ultimately just moved my fingers helplessly, catching nothing.

》》》

I woke up it was almost noon, the blanket was wrapped around me tightly, but the sheets... let's not talk about it, better get up and change them.

After I tidy up, the first thing I'll do is put the sheets in the washing machine.

Just then, my brother came down with his spiky hair. He stared at me blankly for a while and then smirked and asked me, "You're still wetting the bed"

I…

I blushed.

He laughed and went to wash his face and brush his teeth, not forgetting to remind me: make more dishes, your uncle is coming over for dinner.

I never thought my younger uncle would actually arrive in time to save us yesterday. He hadn't been back home for two years after having a falling out with grandpa, and we hadn't seen him either.

"Little Qiao, Yunfan, I brought you some snacks." The uncle came in without changing his clothes, carrying two boxes of crispy duck bought from the street vendor.

We spent two hours eating, and from him I learned a lot.

It turns out that the black cat I saw yesterday was Old Madam Wu's spirit cat. That day, the spirit cat carried back a woman's finger, which was found right here.

When the old woman found out we were trapped, she immediately called her nephew.

"Little Uncle, you guys work with dead people all the time, aren't those little cops scared" My brother asked.

"Never heard of one righteous and three wicked Wearing this can ward off a lot of evil... Of course, nothing beats what's in Qiao'er's belly, that's truly impenetrable to all evils." My uncle narrowed his eyes, staring at me intensely.

I felt a little awkward, so I changed the subject: "Little uncle, how's my dad doing"

“I think there's hope… It seems my older brother is deliberately making himself immortal, so that the blood-faced ghost can’t use him to do things. At least it won’t be easy for it to hurt you.” The younger brother smiled: “Unexpectedly, little Qiao, you’ve made such progress. You actually dared to take a compass and look for the burial ground.”

"I only want to know if it's a burial site so I can avoid it." I looked at the box of crispy duck, feeling inexplicably no appetite.

“You two have grown up well, after all, it’s better to rely on yourself than anyone else. But the evil way and evil things are absolutely not to be touched. That Zhao Xiaoru’s family was brainwashed.” My uncle smacked his tongue: “She’s actually deceiving you. All that domestic violence is made up. She has long since fallen…”

"...I saw a strangle mark on her neck, that's why I was deceived by her." I was very upset inside. In the future, will I dare to believe what others say Someone brainwashed by evil sorcery was actually near me.

His younger brother smiled mysteriously: “That bruise is real...but it wasn’t caused by domestic violence—”

My brother and I immediately made disgusted faces. My younger uncle smirked and said, "I've seen a lot. Some people even died playing this."

"Damn... why would they do that!" My brother couldn't understand. He figured it made sense for people who practiced sorcery, but what about ordinary people Wouldn't they just die if they played with this stuff too

My uncle glanced at my brother and said, "You studied medicine, didn't you Don't you know this is normal"

"Oh, oh oh oh!"

I can't take it anymore, eating with a forensic pathologist is torture.

"Uh, let's just drop it. Xiao Qiao's about to blow a fuse." My brother gave me a look and quickly shut up.

Xiao Shu laughed twice, then suddenly asked, “Yun Fan, did you tell Xiao Qiao about your trip to Huangdao Village with your father”

My brother's expression froze for a moment, and he whispered: Dad won't let me say.

I know they're hiding something from me. Ever since my husband appeared a month ago, my dad and brother also got hurt and rushed back. The bloody ghost face appeared on my dad's back those two days.

"Xiao Qiao has the right to know, and I think Xiao Qiao is much better now. It's good that she knows some things." My uncle stared at me intently.

"Brother," I looked at him and commanded, "You go wash the dishes."

My brother looked at my little uncle with hesitation, and the little uncle smiled slightly and said, “Go ahead.”

He had just left, and I immediately asked, "What did my dad do"

Uncle took out a cigarette, didn't light it, just held it loosely between his fingers: "Let me put it this way, Xiao Qiao, the family curse of our house actually started in the basement of the ancestral home."

This is no surprise, I was sent there as a sacrifice.

Are my family members planning to let me die there

My little uncle saw that I wasn't happy and smiled, "Don't get angry, just treat it as a story—"wards him. I asked: "Sir, you're an elder, you shouldn't be crowded with these young people. They might accidentally bump into you."“Yes… the Princess said…” The old woman nodded and bowed to me.The p...