Chapter 27

When my uncle said this, he stopped the deep cool night in the courtyard. The guqin was profound and the artistic conception made people feel dazed for a moment, as if they were in the strange Yan Mansion more than a hundred years ago.

I half-hanged it on my uncle and asked him in a low voice, and then what? Why don’t you say it anymore?

He picked up food in my bowl and had a meal first, and you wouldn't be able to eat anymore

Is it scary? Is this true?

I don't know, this was the case among the people at that time. He put the chopsticks in my hand as he spoke.

I said: Then how did you know?

There are documents in the library. I accidentally saw it when I was in school. Let’s have a meal. My uncle said: Put your legs off me.

oh……

On the way home after dinner, my uncle continued to tell me this story

It is said that under the self-sacrifice of the third young master, the Yan family seemed to have been peaceful for half a year.

At this time, Yan San Shao’s concubines began to have ideas. Although they knew that this man was ruined, they still had to rely on his love to live a comfortable life in the huge Yan family. Just like the young grandmother, she is now an important role in the family.

Of course, some people are concerned about what happened in the past two years, so they dare not do anything randomly. The concubine Liu Yan, who came in the last time, said, "Are you okay, what are you afraid of? Look how much the old lady loves her now?"

So that night, while the young grandmother was unwell, Liu Yan dressed up and sneaked into the third young master's room.

She saw her man sitting in front of the window, with a blue face, holding a small worker knife and a wooden stick in her hand, sharpening the top.

There are strange things everywhere in the room, all of which are made by him.

Liu Yan tried to call him, he turned his head and looked at her with a hideous smile

That night, Liu Yan went crazy, screaming in terribleness, and escaped from the house with blood. No, it was not the blood in her body, but half of her body's blood.

Later, when Mrs. Yan died, the Yan family was divided into pieces, and the entire deep mansion was gradually abandoned. Only the third young lady and the third young master lived in it until they died, until this secret was gradually forgotten.

……

After my uncle told this story, we happened to get home. I hugged his arm and walked into the elevator. I thought about it seriously. Suddenly I remembered a clip from the movie "Seven Deadly Sins" and felt nauseous in my stomach.

Wake up at night, turn on the desk lamp, look at the dark bathroom, wake up my uncle, and say: I want to go to the toilet

He opened his eyes in a daze, what?

I want to pee, you can hold me and rub against his chest, I'm afraid

He sighed, got out of bed and took me up and walked into the bathroom, put it on the toilet. I took his hand and leaned my sleepy head on his arm. After peeing, I climbed him and stood up slightly. He wiped me gently with a tissue, then pulled my underwear, flushed the toilet, carried me up and walked to the bathroom to wash my hands, and then returned to the bed.

I habitually hugged his waist, wrapped my legs around his legs, and said: You hug me

He put me in his arms, gently stroked my hair with his fingers, and said sleepily: Okay, go to bed quickly, you still have class tomorrow morning

I quickly fell asleep. In my dream, I saw the poor woman who was guarding the Yan family. She was wearing a sky-blue cheongsam, with long hair tied up, and sat gracefully on the edge of the bridge. She turned around and smiled slightly at me.