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"Oh, my dear daughter, what's wrong with you?"

The third uncle was afraid that she would fall, so he stretched out his hand to support her.

Little Lingling stared at him blankly.

At this moment, she woke up.

She has been in a simulated world, and the center of the simulated world is the domain, the domain of the Ghost King!

Maybe the steamed buns in the morning were too fragrant, too soft, and too warm.

Maybe the millet porridge is too sweet and comfortable.

Let her think that this is a gentle bay, a place where she can relax and settle down.

But the two people here are not from the earthly world!
In other words, this house is a haunted house!

My brother said that this was Fat Hu's third uncle's house, which meant that it was normal not long ago. At least during the Chinese New Year, when Fat Hu paid New Year greetings, or when a pregnant woman was just pregnant, this place was not a haunted house.

Fat Tiger knew that his third aunt was pregnant and that he had a spare room to rent out, probably three or four months ago.

The time it took for this place to become a haunted house should only be three to four months.

Little Lingling closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the picture in front of her suddenly changed.

Her pupils changed from jet black to strange and strange pupils, and there seemed to be mysterious whirlpools of runes in her eyes.

Everything in front of her eyes was covered with a gray and bloody mist. The honest third uncle's face was gray and dull at the moment, and his eyes were hollow.

There were blood marks on his body, one, two, three... seven.

A full seven knives!

The murderer stabbed him seven times before his third uncle was killed.

Everything in front of me was still, like a horror movie with the freeze-frame button pressed.

Little Lingling turned around and ran out of the kitchen. In the yard, the green trees turned blood red, and the fallen leaves quickly withered into dry yellow, and were blown away by a gust of wind into ashes.

On a bamboo chair in the shadow of the tree, the pregnant woman had her eyes closed. She was surrounded by blood-colored evil spirit. She seemed to be wearing a red dress, but when she looked closer, she saw that it was a white dress dyed red by blood.

There was a pool of blood under the bamboo chair. The blood stain was like an abyss and swamp. Suddenly, a small blood-red blister appeared. Little Lingling took two steps closer.

A baby's hand stretched out from the blood, but it only had three fingers, a hand that had not yet grown.

Little Lingling took a deep breath.

Infant Spirit!

The five-month-old baby spirit formed!

If the tree hadn't been suppressing it, the blood would have been shed long ago.

Little Lingling raised her head and looked at the big tree. The bloody tree was very strange, but it did not make people feel scared. Instead, she felt like she was being sheltered in it.

Little Lingling opened her palms, and a golden star floated up in her palms. The star fell into the leaves and was quickly absorbed. The red color turned green for a moment, but was soon enveloped by the blood evil and turned back to red.

A star formed by the power of merit is simply a drop in the bucket and cannot help this big tree at all.

Little Lingling gritted her teeth, and a steady stream of golden stars floated out from her palms and poured into the big tree.

The bloody evil spirit on the big tree gradually dissipated and turned into a green color full of vitality.

The bloodstains on the ground seemed to have become normal. It looked like a pool of stagnant water, not the original feeling that it could not be seen to the bottom, like an abyss, like a swamp, or something was inside.

The baby's shapeless hand disappeared as if it had never been there.

The bloody clothes on the pregnant woman's body faded away, revealing that it was a white shirt.

Suddenly, the pregnant woman opened her sleeping eyes. Those eyes were pitch black, a storm was brewing in her eyes, and something seemed to be struggling to come out.

She opened her mouth and seemed to scream, but it was covered by the rustling of the leaves of the big tree.Little Lingling seemed to hold her hand tightly, and finally stopped sending out little stars in a steady stream.

Little stars were floating, and her heart was bleeding.

She has lost count of how much merit she has given away.

It is not an easy task to accumulate so much merit.

Fortunately, this is just a game that simulates the world.

If you leave here, will these little stars come back?

Xiao Lingling is not sure, but she instinctively feels that this is a simulated world, and everything should be virtual, including the power of merit that she has lost in it, and she should not really lose it.

"Third Aunt, don't be angry, I will help you find your murderer."

Xiao Lingling held the other person's hand and made a soft sound.

The pair of dull and empty eyes looked at the little Lingling, seeming to be focused for a moment and then distracted again.

"Are you a tenant?" Xiao Lingling looked at the room where she and her brother lived.

At this moment, the door of the room is wide open, and the layout and furnishings in the room have changed, completely different from before.

There is a vase inside, with flowers in the vase. The sheets inside are also different, and the quilts and pillows are also different. There is a big red leather suitcase next to the table.

All this proves that this place is rented out and there is a tenant, and the tenant may be a woman.

When I moved and rented a house, I brought a vase with flowers, so I guess I like flowers very much.

The sheets, quilt covers, and pillowcases are all embroidered with peonies.

Red leather suitcases are generally the color chosen by ladies. Such large leather suitcases are usually the dowry boxes prepared by a woman's family when she gets married.

On the chair is a woman's long-sleeved coat with a floral pattern of daisies.

There are many books on the desk, as well as a stack of paper and a pen. Someone must have been writing something not long ago, like letter paper, maybe writing a letter.

Little Lingling walked towards the room, wanting to go to the desk to see what was written.

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The beautiful young man held a bamboo cage in his hand, covered with black cloth. He quickened his pace with a smile on his face.

As soon as he walked to the courtyard door and was about to knock on the door, he saw the door next door open.

A middle-aged woman came out, carrying a basket. She must have come out to buy vegetables.

"The child is a relative of this family?"

"Yeah." The young man nodded.

"Hey, you're late. Something happened to this family three months ago."

The young man was startled, his lips were numb, and he asked softly: "What happened?"

The middle-aged woman kept her secret and made a chopping motion: "There is no one left alive. It was the tenants who did it. I tried to persuade them not to rent the room to strangers, but they didn't listen."

The young man's throat was dry and he asked hoarsely: "Three months ago, everyone here was killed by the tenants?"

"Yes, this place is a haunted house now." The middle-aged woman lamented: "The young couple have been looking forward to a child for a long time. Who would have thought that they rented out the room just to enable pregnant women to eat better during pregnancy? It’s just a little rent, and this is what happened.”

"Kid, please go back quickly and don't stay in front of the door any longer. This house is very weird. I can still hear babies crying at night. I will also move out next month and I can't stay in this place anymore." "As she said this, the middle-aged woman walked away carrying the basket.

The young man reached out and pushed the door open. Everything in front of him was completely different from before.

The previously tidy yard was now dilapidated. A little bit of dust and dead leaves had accumulated over the past three months, and there was even no space left to stand on.

There were rusty blood stains on the bamboo chairs in the courtyard.