Horror: There is joy in the opening of the coffin, and the ball is brought to the end

Chapter 1373 Love Rival (34)

The host is the host and we are the guests. It is natural for the host to want to see the guest, not to mention that she is an elder, so it is up to us to visit her.

"Then I'll ask you, girl, to lead the way." I nodded politely and walked in.

Watching the door slowly close, I felt an uneasy feeling of being isolated from the world.

Following the girl into the mysterious house, my glass lamp was taken away, and then I followed her into an empty house. There were no lights in it but a few luminous pearls, making it look dark and mysterious.

After my eyes adjusted to the faint pearl light inside, I saw a portrait of Yama on the wall, with a futon underneath.

This old Indonesian lady worshiped the ghost king Yama?

I was looking at the image of Yama as he was lost in thought, and there was the sound of wheels turning behind me.

I turned around and saw the Chinese girl pushing the old man in the wheelchair through the door. The door had no frame, as if it was specially set up to facilitate the wheelchair.

Of course, this is not the point. The point is: the old man in the wheelchair was wearing a high-collared shirt and jacket, matching jacket and trousers, and the pair of embroidered shoes that he had just seen at the entrance of the alley.

Doesn't she think this looks like a ghost?

Judging from her appearance and dress, it is obvious that she is Chinese.

The old lady is actually not old. She is actually about 50 years old. Due to her good health, she looks no more than 40 years old. She is dignified, noble, cool and serious. Although she is sitting, it can be seen that she is not tall and is very thin.

Seeing this scene, my doubts became even greater.

Can she walk? Is that the woman in red who ran faster than me just now? Why did she lead me here?
"It's our first time meeting you. Hello, Mrs. Johan! My surname is Ye. What does Madam want from me?" I said respectfully.

Mrs. Johan looked me up and down with an indifferent expression, "Are you my daughter-in-law's onmyoji from China?"

I hesitated and replied, "Yes at first, but not later. We are just friends."

The old lady must have known about this for a long time, and I couldn't hide it for the eldest mistress even if I wanted to.

"Come here." Mrs. Johan suddenly made such a request, which made me a little surprised. This was the first time we met.

I stepped up and walked over. Mrs. Johan stretched out her white and tender hand to me. How could that hand look like that of a 50-year-old woman?

I stretched out my hand to hold it for her. She opened my palm and looked at it, then nodded, "Yes, it's a young lady's hand."

I laughed awkwardly when I heard this, "I stretched out my hands for clothes and opened my mouth for food. My mother didn't even let me wash a piece of clothing. I'm so ashamed!"

What she did next made me very puzzled. She actually pinched me.

"Ouch, madam, what are you doing?" I asked, covering my butt and frowning.

Mrs. Johan nodded. Although her expression was still indifferent, she still had a sense of satisfaction. She said, "It's pretty good in terms of fertility!"

"What, fertility?" By the way, the older generation seems to have a way of looking at fertility.

So now I'm being picked on like a "sow"?

I straightened up unhappily and said, "Old lady, if nothing happens, I'm going back."

I was about to turn around and leave when Mrs. Johan suddenly said: "Are you willing to remarry?"

I looked at her with a wry smile, "Mrs. Johan's thinking is really faster than that of young people today. This is my personal question. Can I not answer it?"

(End of this chapter)